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

Mr. Lin’s sudden appearance caused the entire banquet hall to fall into a brief silence.

This renowned practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, though over eighty, remains vigorous and energetic, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. He walks slowly, leaning on a cane, each step carrying the dignity of age.

"Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin!"

Everyone stood up and respectfully saluted this master of traditional Chinese medicine.

Mr. Liu excitedly went up to him and said, "Old friend, why are you here?"

"I heard that there is a young man with great medical skills, so I came here specially to see him." Old Master Lin smiled faintly and glanced at Ye Fan in the crowd.

Ye Fan looked calm, neither deliberately humble nor arrogant, he just nodded slightly in response.

This indifference made a glimmer of approval flash in Mr. Lin's eyes.

"Young man, I see from your face that you do have the character of a doctor." Old Master Lin walked up to Ye Fan and looked at him carefully. "But character alone is not enough. What about your actual medical skills?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Mr. Lin, don't be fooled!" A middle-aged man squeezed out. It was Wang Dafu, the medicinal herb merchant who had just been refuted by Ye Fan. "This guy is a swindler!"

Wang Dafu's eyes were full of malice. He had lost face in front of so many people today and was worried that he couldn't find an opportunity to take revenge.

"Boss Wang, you're going a bit too far." Old Master Liu frowned.

"Mr. Liu, I'm doing this for your own good!" Wang Dafu pretended to be worried. "Think about it, even Mr. Lin couldn't help you with your illness. How can this brat say he can cure it?"

He turned to Ye Fan, his tone full of provocation: "Since you call yourself a miracle doctor, then prove it to everyone! Can you cure Mr. Liu's illness?"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Fan, waiting for his answer.

It was a well-known fact that Mr. Liu's condition was indeed serious. Even a renowned doctor like Mr. Lin found it difficult to treat. Could a young man in his early twenties really be able to cure it?

Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "It can be cured."

"Haha!" Wang Dafu laughed. "Boy, do you know what disease Mr. Liu has?"

"There are residual toxins in the body, which affect the normal functioning of the internal organs." Ye Fan said simply, "Although it is complicated, it is not an incurable disease."

A hint of surprise flashed in Mr. Lin's eyes.

This young man could tell the cause of the disease so accurately just by observation?

"That's easy to say!" Wang Dafu sneered, "Do you know what herbs are needed to treat this disease?"

"I need a thousand-year-old ginseng." Ye Fan answered directly.

Wang Dafu's face changed.

He did have a thousand-year-old ginseng, which was his most precious treasure and priceless.

"Since you know you need a thousand-year-old ginseng, I'd like to see how capable you are!" Wang Dafu gritted his teeth and said, "I happen to have a thousand-year-old ginseng on hand that I can contribute."

He changed the subject: "But, I have a condition."

"What are the conditions?" Ye Fan asked.

"If you can't cure Mr. Liu's illness, I'll pay with my life!" Wang Dafu's eyes flashed with a vicious light, "Do you dare?"

There was an uproar.

The stakes are too high!

"Boss Wang, this isn't a good idea, is it?" someone advised.

"I think it's very good!" Wang Dafu smiled sinisterly, "Since you call yourself a miracle doctor, you should have the responsibility of a miracle doctor!"

Liu Ying nervously pulled Ye Fan's sleeve: "Forget it, it's not worth taking the risk."

Ye Fan gently stroked the back of her hand, signaling her not to worry.

"Okay, I promise you."

Ye Fan’s words shocked everyone.

This young man was either absolutely sure or he was just too reckless.

"Are you sure?" Wang Dafu didn't expect Ye Fan to agree so readily.

"Sure." Ye Fan nodded, "But I also have a condition."

"What conditions?"

"If I cure Mr. Liu's illness, you must admit in front of everyone that you were blind and made a mistake in choosing the right person."

"Okay!" Wang Dafu agreed without hesitation. He didn't believe that Ye Fan could cure Mr. Liu's illness.

Soon, Wang Dafu asked someone to send the thousand-year-old ginseng over.

The old ginseng was as thick as an adult's arm, with its beard intact. It was obviously a rare treasure.

"Friend Ye, are you really sure?" Old Master Lin walked to Ye Fan and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin." Ye Fan smiled slightly.

He took out a silver needle from his bag and began to give acupuncture to Mr. Liu with skillful movements.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

Ye Fan's technique was extremely precise, and every needle was just right.

"Huh?" Grandpa Lin's eyes flashed with surprise, "This acupuncture method..."

Ye Fan used the long-lost 'Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Needle', which was specifically used to expel toxins from the body.

As the silver needle fell, Mr. Liu's expression began to change.

"Fire comes." Ye Fan said lightly.

Liu Ying immediately lit the prepared mugwort.

Ye Fan placed the mugwort close to Mr. Liu's acupuncture points, and the warm heat combined with the silver needles began to force out the toxins in his body.

Everyone was surprised to find that Mr. Liu's face turned from pale to flushed, and black beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"This is..." Mr. Lin was shocked.

"puff--"

Old Master Liu suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ying exclaimed.

"Don't panic." Ye Fan said calmly, "This is a good thing."

Sure enough, as the black blood was spit out, Mr. Liu's complexion began to improve.

"puff--"

Another mouthful of black blood.

"puff--"

After spitting out the third mouthful of black blood, Mr. Liu let out a long sigh.

"I... I feel much better!" Old Master Liu's voice became much stronger.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock.

The old man who looked sick just now now has a rosy complexion and looks full of energy!

"This...how is this possible?" Wang Dafu was stunned.

"Where is the thousand-year-old ginseng?" someone asked.

Only then did everyone realize that Ye Fan had no use for the priceless thousand-year-old ginseng!

"You...you don't have the thousand-year-old ginseng?" Wang Dafu asked stutteringly.

"There's no need for thousand-year-old ginseng to treat this disease." Ye Fan said calmly, "Mr. Liu's disease is the sequelae of poisoning when he was young. We just need acupuncture and fire therapy to force the toxins out."

"Then why do you say you need a thousand-year-old ginseng?" Wang Dafu's face turned pale.

"When did I say I needed a thousand-year-old ginseng?" Ye Fan asked back, "You said it yourself."

Everyone then remembered that it was Wang Dafu who first mentioned the thousand-year-old ginseng.

"Friend Ye, your acupuncture technique... is the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Needle?" Old Master Lin walked forward, his voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Lin has extensive knowledge." Ye Fan put away the silver needle.

"Nine-turn Soul-Restoring Needle?" someone exclaimed, "Isn't that a lost art?"

"It is indeed lost." Old Master Lin looked at Ye Fan deeply, "I didn't expect to see it here today."

He turned to Wang Dafu and said, "Boss Wang, I accept the loss."

Wang Dafu's face turned pale, but he had no choice but to admit defeat in front of everyone.