I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

Finally, under Liu Ying's coordination, Lin Fan purchased a batch of precious medicinal materials at a reasonable price.

After returning to the Liu family villa, Lin Fan immediately began to prepare new medicine. With the help of these high-quality herbs, he was more confident in curing Mr. Liu.

This time, the recipe was more complex than before, requiring more than a dozen herbs to be prepared in a specific ratio and order. Lin Fan focused intently on controlling the heat, meticulously measuring each step to the second.

Three hours later, a furnace of pills emitting a strange fragrance was finally refined.

"Grandpa, the medicine should be more effective this time. You should take it on time."

Old Master Liu took the pill and could feel the powerful medicinal power contained in it: "Xiao Lin, your medical skills are really amazing."

"These are just some little tricks passed down from our ancestors."

Over the next few days, Mr. Liu's health improved significantly. Not only did his complexion become more rosy, but he even walked with more strength.

Liu Ying watched her grandfather's transformation and admired Lin Fan even more: "Lin Fan, you are truly a benefactor to our family."

"It's too formal to say that."

What surprised Lin Fan was that the Liu family had been unusually polite to him these past few days, even cautious. Even Liu Ying, who usually spoke the most, had become somewhat reserved.

"Yingying, are you hiding something from me recently?" Lin Fan finally couldn't help but ask.

A trace of panic flashed across Liu Ying's face: "No, what could have happened?"

"Really? I always feel like there's something wrong with you these past few days."

"Really not!" Liu Ying quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Grandpa recovered so quickly, shouldn't we celebrate?"

Although Lin Fan was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions. He just didn't know that just three days ago, the Wang family had come to the Liu family, and this matter was deliberately concealed by the Liu family.

"Have you heard? That kid actually stole the Wang family's medical skills."

"Is that true? He looks so young, it's a little strange."

"Several renowned doctors have come out to question it, how could it be fake?"

In a teahouse, several well-dressed middle-aged men sat around a table. The man speaking was none other than Liu Zhonghua, a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in Beijing. He raised his teacup, his face serious, "I've been practicing medicine for thirty years, and I've never seen anyone so young with such skill. Without a renowned teacher or a family tradition, how could he achieve this?"

Sitting across from him was another renowned doctor, Zhang Fusheng, who nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance and accumulation. Who would believe this kid who suddenly appeared and said there was nothing strange about him?"

"The Wang family has been practicing medicine for centuries, and their heritage is profound. It's not impossible for their secrets to be stolen." The third person was the renowned gynecologist Li Suzhen. A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes as she spoke. "Young people these days always want to take shortcuts."

The three of them talked more and more excitedly, and their voices became louder and louder. The tea drinkers around them could hear them clearly.

Elsewhere, at the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Ye Chen was taking the pulse of a patient suffering from intractable insomnia. The patient was a businessman in his forties who often stayed up late for social events. He had been suffering from insomnia for over six months and had seen many doctors with no success.

"Doctor, is there any cure for my illness?" The patient looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes being particularly noticeable.

Ye Chen put his hand down and wrote on the prescription: "It's not a big problem. It's mainly due to excessive liver fire and restlessness. I'll prescribe you a prescription. Combined with acupuncture, it will be effective in a week."

"Really?" Hope flashed in the patient's eyes.

"Of course, but you have to cooperate. The most important thing is to have a regular sleep schedule and drink less alcohol."

As he was speaking, nurse Xiao Li rushed in: "Doctor Ye, there are reporters outside who want to interview you."

Ye Chen frowned: "What reporter? I haven't done anything worth interviewing."

"They said it was because of the recent rumors about you, and they wanted to hear your response."

Ye Chen knew it was definitely the Wang family's doing. He said to the patient, "Go pay the bill and get the medicine first. Come back to me if you have any questions."

When I walked out of the clinic, I saw several reporters with cameras waiting in the corridor.

"Doctor Ye, I heard that some people questioned the source of your medical skills, saying that you stole the Wang family's secrets. What's your response?" A female reporter handed the microphone directly to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "What secrets does the Wang family have? I am very curious."

"So your medical skills are indeed self-taught?"

"My medical skills are passed down in an orderly manner, and my school is clean. I don't need to prove anything to anyone." Ye Chen said and turned to leave. "I still have patients to see and don't have time for interviews."

The reporters wanted to ask further questions but were stopped by hospital security.

In the afternoon, just after Ye Chen got off work, he received a call from his master.

"Disciple, has anyone been causing you trouble recently?" The old Taoist priest's voice sounded a little worried.

"Master, how did you know that?"

"I've also heard some rumors in the mountains. Some say you've secretly learned the Wang family's medical skills. What's going on?"

Ye Chen briefly recounted what had happened recently, and the old Taoist priest was silent for a while after listening.

"Master, do you think the Wang family really has any secret manuals passed down from generation to generation?"

"Haha, secret manuals?" The old Taoist laughed. "What does the Wang family have compared to our lineage? Their ancestors did have a few famous doctors, but the true essence has long been lost. The current Wang family is only supported by the reputation of their ancestors."

"Then why do they do this?"

"They're just jealous of your medical skills and want to suppress you. But don't worry, this little trick won't amount to anything."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen felt relieved. Master was right. The Wang family's tricks were indeed not worth worrying about.

However, what he didn't know was that a bigger conspiracy was quietly unfolding.

In a luxuriously decorated office in an office building on the East Third Ring Road in Beijing, several people are having a meeting.

The man sitting at the head of the table was a man in his forties, wearing a well-tailored suit and speaking with a faint accent. His name was Ichiro Tanaka, and while he was ostensibly the general manager of Huaxin Pharmaceuticals, he was actually the head of a large Japanese pharmaceutical company stationed in China.

"Everyone, there's some very interesting news recently," said Ichiro Tanaka, placing a document on the table. "A young Chinese medicine practitioner with superb medical skills has emerged in the capital. It's said that he learned from the Wang family's tradition."

Sitting on his right was a woman in her thirties, wearing delicate makeup: "Mr. Tanaka, what does this have to do with us?"

"This is a big deal." A gleam flashed in Tanaka Ichiro's eyes. "Do you know what our company's mission is? To collect the essence of traditional Chinese medicine and serve our scientific research. If the Wang family really has any secret manuals, then we must obtain them."