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

On a weekend afternoon, Lin Feng was sorting medicinal herbs in the clinic when he heard the sound of a car engine outside. He looked up and saw Wang Shaohua driving the Mercedes-Benz parked at the door with a strange man sitting in the car.

Wang Shaohua pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a man in his early thirties. He was wearing a designer suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and he looked like a successful man. But there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, and he looked at Lin Feng with obvious disdain.

"Lin Feng, let me introduce you. This is my friend Zhao Minghui from the provincial capital, Mr. Zhao." Wang Shaohua introduced enthusiastically.

Zhao Minghui nodded lightly, but his eyes looked around the clinic. Seeing the simple facilities and ordinary decoration, the corners of his mouth rose slightly with a bit of sarcasm.

"Is this the place?" Zhao Minghui's tone was filled with doubt. "Shaohua, are you sure this...young doctor can solve our family's problems?"

Lin Feng continued to lower his head and sort the herbs, as if he hadn't heard what he said. He had seen this kind of obvious temptation many times.

Wang Shaohua was a little embarrassed and quickly explained: "Boss Zhao, don't underestimate this place. Lin Feng's medical skills are..."

"Medical skills?" Zhao Minghui interrupted him, walked up to Lin Feng, and looked down at him. "Little brother, I heard you're very good? But I've met many masters, experts from Peking Union Medical College, professors from Shanghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and those famous Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Which one of them is not more famous than you?"

Lin Feng raised his head, looked at him calmly, and continued to sort the herbs in his hand. This kind of provocation was too low-level.

"What's with that attitude?" Zhao Minghui's face darkened. "My Zhao family is pretty well-known in the provincial capital. We own three private hospitals, with an annual turnover of over 100 million. Coming to this small place to see you today is already a big honor for you!"

"Then you don't have to look for it." Lin Feng finally spoke, his tone as calm as if he was saying that the weather was nice today.

Zhao Minghui was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to respond in this way. Wang Shaohua, sweating profusely, hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Lin Feng, Mr. Zhao..."

"Forget it." Zhao Minghui took a deep breath, and the arrogance on his face subsided a little. "It seems that I was indeed abrupt."

He sat down on the chair, his expression becoming serious. "To be honest, I came here this time because I really have something to ask for. The rehabilitation hospital my family runs in the provincial capital has recently had a major problem, and the hospitalized patients have been showing strange symptoms one after another."

Lin Feng stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

"At first, only a few patients said they saw things they shouldn't have seen, and the doctors thought it was a stress reaction after surgery. But later, more and more patients developed similar symptoms. They said there were shadows moving around in the ward, they heard crying in the middle of the night, and some even said they saw deceased relatives."

Zhao Minghui's voice gradually faded. "What's even more terrible is that these patients' conditions haven't improved, but have actually worsened. The entire hospital is in a state of panic now. Many medical staff have taken leave and aren't coming to work. The inpatient department is practically empty."

"Rumors are spreading like wildfire outside, saying that our hospital is haunted by wronged spirits and that anyone who goes there will become insane. If this continues, our family business will be ruined."

Lin Feng put down the herbs in his hand and looked at Zhao Minghui thoughtfully: "Have you asked other people to take a look?"

"We've consulted!" Zhao Minghui said with a wry smile. "We've consulted all the famous psychologists and neurologists in the province, and done all sorts of tests, but they can't find anything. We even asked a few feng shui masters to look at it. Some said the hospital was built on shady land, while others said the operating room's orientation was wrong. There were all sorts of opinions, but no one could solve the problem."

Wang Shaohua added, "Lin Feng, Mr. Zhao is really at his wit's end this time, so he asked me to come to you. I've seen your abilities before, and this kind of thing might really only be something you can handle."

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Have there been any special changes in your hospital recently? For example, new medications, new treatment plans, or new medical staff?"

Zhao Minghui thought for a moment and said, "We do have a few new drug suppliers, and we've recently introduced some new treatment equipment. These are all legitimate channels, so there shouldn't be any problems."

“Has the supplier’s background been checked?”

"This..." Zhao Minghui hesitated. "It's usually the purchasing department that's in charge. I don't know the details."

Lin Feng nodded, already forming some theories in his mind. This collective abnormal symptom was most likely not a supernatural phenomenon, but rather had a real physical or chemical cause.

"If I help you solve this problem, how much compensation are you willing to give me?" Lin Feng asked directly.

Zhao Minghui breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Lin Feng had agreed. "As long as the problem can be solved, compensation is not a problem. I can give you 500,000 in cash. In addition, if the results are good, our hospital can also cooperate with you for a long time."

"Not enough." Lin Feng shook his head. "You should be aware of the risks of this kind of thing. Five hundred thousand is too little."

"How much do you want?"

"One million, plus 5 percent of your hospital's shares."

Zhao Minghui gasped. "Five percent of the shares? Do you know how much that's worth?"

"I don't know." Lin Feng shrugged, "But I know that if the problem can't be solved, your shares will be worthless."

The room fell silent. Zhao Minghui frowned, clearly weighing the pros and cons. Wang Shaohua watched from the side, not daring to interrupt.

After a long pause, Zhao Minghui finally spoke: "Okay, I agree to your terms. But there is a prerequisite: you must completely resolve the problem and ensure that similar things will not happen again in the future."

"Deal." Lin Feng held out his hand. "When are we going?"

"The sooner the better, it'd be best if we leave today." Zhao Minghui held Lin Feng's hand. "My car is outside, we can leave now."

Lin Feng looked out the window at the sky. It was already four in the afternoon. "It's too late today. We'll leave early tomorrow morning. Go back and prepare first. Organize all the changes in the hospital in the past three months, including new employees, new suppliers, new equipment, and new drugs. The more detailed the better."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Zhao Minghui stood up, a look of relief finally showing on his face. "See you tomorrow then."

After the two men left, Lin Feng sat down again and began to recall the symptoms Zhao Minghui had described. Collective hallucinations, abnormal behavior, worsening symptoms… These symptoms reminded him of some unusual cases of drug poisoning. It seemed this trip to the provincial capital was even more complicated than he had imagined.

The next morning, Wang Shaohua's Mercedes-Benz pulled up to the clinic's entrance. Lin Feng came out carrying a simple bag containing some commonly used silver needles and a few special herbs.

In the car, Zhao Minghui's expression looked even more serious than yesterday. "Another incident happened last night. A patient jumped from the third floor. Fortunately, he was caught by the awning on the first floor and only broke his leg. But after he woke up, he kept saying that someone was trying to kill him and refused to return to the ward."