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

As soon as Liu Ying finished speaking, Liu Hong suddenly started coughing violently. This time, he coughed up blood, a deep red blood mixed with black clots. The old man's eyes were vacant, his breathing was rapid, and he instantly fell into a coma.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ming and Liu Ying rushed to the bed at the same time, their voices trembling violently.

Wang Dingguo's face changed drastically, and he hurried forward to check, his fingers trembling as he felt for Liu Hong's pulse. A moment later, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "Not good! The old man's pulse is extremely weak, almost undetectable."

"How could this happen? Didn't you say you were sure?" Liu Ming asked with red eyes.

Wang Dingguo hurriedly tried to give the acupuncture again, but no matter how he adjusted his technique, Liu Hong's condition did not improve at all. Instead, his breathing became weaker and weaker.

"It's over, it's over..." Wang Dingguo slumped in his chair, his face filled with despair. "My medical skills are simply not enough to save the old man's life."

The Liu family was in a state of panic. The servants knelt on the ground, their cries deafening. Liu Ming clenched his fists, his eyes filled with pain and anger. Liu Ying burst into tears, clutching her grandfather's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Jun, who had been watching coldly. He was still leaning against the wall, his expression indifferent, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Zhang Jun..." Liu Ying choked up, "Please, save my grandpa."

Zhang Jun glanced at her and said nothing.

"Zhang Jun, I know we were wrong before." Liu Ming gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you can save my grandfather, my Liu family is willing to pay any price."

"Any price?" Zhang Jun's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm. "Didn't someone just call me a charlatan?"

Zhou Xuewei's face was grim, but she didn't care about her face at this moment: "Zhang Jun, human life is at stake, so don't worry about it."

"I care?" Zhang Jun sneered, "Who said I'm not worthy of treating this old man? You think of me now?"

Liu Ying suddenly knelt down and said, "Zhang Jun, I'm kneeling down for you, please save my grandfather. I was wrong because I didn't recognize the real Taishan."

Seeing this proud young lady kneeling before him, Zhang Jun felt a mixture of emotions. He was silent for a moment, then finally said, "Get up. For the sake of the old man, I'll give it a try."

Liu Ying felt as if she had been pardoned and quickly stood up and made way.

Zhang Jun walked to the bedside, carefully observing Liu Hong's complexion before placing three fingers on the old man's pulse. Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe.

"There's still hope," Zhang Jun said calmly, "but it requires a rather special approach."

He pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured out a black pill. The pill melted in his mouth, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Wang Dingguo asked curiously.

"Life-saving medicine." Zhang Jun did not explain much, but took out the silver needle bag.

The moment he unfolded the needle bag, Wang Dingguo's eyes widened. The arrangement of the silver needles was extremely unique: seven needles of varying lengths, placed in specific positions, gleaming with a faint silver light.

"This...this is..." Wang Dingguo's voice trembled.

Zhang Jun ignored him and began to apply acupuncture with skillful technique. The first needle was inserted into the Baihui acupoint, the second needle was placed on the Yintang acupoint, and the third needle was placed on the Tianting acupoint... Seven silver needles were placed one after another, and each needle hit the key acupoint accurately.

What’s even more amazing is that as the silver needle was inserted, Liu Hong’s pale face actually began to turn red and his breathing gradually became steady.

"Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Needle!" Wang Dingguo suddenly shouted, "This is the Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Needle that has been lost for three hundred years!"

Everyone was startled by his shout and looked at him.

"Doctor Wang, what is the Seven-Star Life-Renewing Needle?" Liu Ming asked hurriedly.

Wang Dingguo was trembling with excitement. "The Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Needle is a unique skill of ancient doctors. It's said to be able to bring the dead back to life and prolong life. But the tradition of this acupuncture technique was lost three hundred years ago. I never expected... I never expected to see it with my own eyes today."

The way he looked at Zhang Jun changed completely, from contempt to immense awe.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jun withdrew the needle. Liu Hong's complexion had returned to normal, and his breathing had stabilized. Although he was still unconscious, he was clearly out of danger.

"Okay, the old man is fine for now." Zhang Jun said calmly, "But he needs to rest for a few days. I'll prescribe a prescription and you can take the medicine on time."

"That's great!" Liu Ying burst into tears of joy. "Zhang Jun, thank you, thank you so much!"

Liu Ming also breathed a sigh of relief, and his attitude towards Zhang Jun completely changed: "Master Doctor Zhang, it is us who failed to recognize the great man. Please forgive our mistakes."

Zhang Jun did not respond, packed up the silver needles and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Wang Dingguo suddenly fell to his knees with a thump.

"Doctor Wang, what are you doing..." Everyone was stunned.

"Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!" Wang Dingguo kowtowed to Zhang Jun. "I am willing to take you as my master and inherit your medical skills!"

This scene completely shocked everyone. Wang Dingguo, a man of great prestige and respect in the local medical community, actually wanted to take a young man as his teacher?

"Get up." Zhang Jun frowned, "I don't accept disciples."

"Master, I sincerely seek to learn from you. Please accept me as your disciple!" Wang Dingguo refused to stand up. "I have been practicing medicine for thirty years and have never seen such exquisite medical skills. If I cannot learn your true teachings, I will die with regrets!"

Zhou Xuewei couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward to persuade him, "Zhang Jun, Doctor Wang is so old, you..."

"You have no right to talk too much." Zhang Jun interrupted her coldly.

Zhou Xuewei blushed and stepped aside awkwardly. She hadn't expected Zhang Jun to be so disrespectful and confront her directly in front of so many people.

Wang Dingguo was still kneeling on the ground, showing no intention of getting up. The others didn't know what to do, and the situation became a stalemate.

"Forget it." Zhang Jun looked at Wang Dingguo kneeling on the ground and finally softened his heart. "I can accept you as a nominal disciple, but whether you can become a formal disciple depends on your character."

Wang Dingguo was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Master! I will definitely live up to your high expectations!"

"Get up first." Zhang Jun waved his hand. "Remember, a doctor's heart is compassionate, and heals the dying and the wounded. If I find you doing anything improper, I will expel you from the sect immediately."

"Disciple understands!" Wang Dingguo stood up respectfully and looked at Zhang Jun with eyes full of admiration.

Liu Ming and Liu Ying exchanged glances, each seeing shock in the other's eyes. Who on earth was this Zhang Jun, someone who could make a renowned doctor like Wang Dingguo kneel down and become his disciple?

"Doctor Zhang, can you...can you stay and take care of Grandpa for a few days?" Liu Ying asked cautiously. "We're willing to pay any expenses."

Zhang Jun thought about it and since he had nowhere else to go, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, but I have one condition."