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

Mr. Lin's appearance was like a huge rock dropped into a calm lake, and the entire box was instantly in an uproar. Everyone stood up and respectfully saluted this leading figure in the medical field.

"Mr. Lin, why are you here?" Mr. Liu struggled to stand up, but was gently held down by Mr. Lin.

"I heard that you were not feeling well, so I came to see you." Old Master Lin's voice was gentle, but his eyes scanned the box and finally fell on Ye Fan.

Boss Wang, who runs a medicinal herbs business, saw this and suddenly said, "Mr. Lin, you've come just in time. This young man just claimed to be a miracle doctor, saying he could cure Mr. Liu's illness. Since you're here, why not let him perform on the spot?"

As soon as Boss Wang finished speaking, the atmosphere in the box suddenly became tense. Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between Ye Fan and Old Man Lin, and an inexplicable sense of tension filled the air.

"Oh?" Old Master Lin looked at Ye Fan with interest, "Young man, do you really know medicine?"

Ye Fan smiled calmly: "I know a little bit."

"Since you're a miracle doctor, then show us how to treat him." Boss Wang pressed on. "Even Boss Lin is helpless against Mr. Liu's illness. If you can cure him, I, Wang, am willing to become your disciple."

Liu Ying sensed Boss Wang's ill intentions and was about to speak up to help Ye Fan, but was stopped by Ye Fan.

"It can be used to treat the disease, but it requires a thousand-year-old ginseng." Ye Fan looked directly at Boss Wang. "I heard that Boss Wang has one?"

Boss Wang's face changed. He did have a thousand-year-old ginseng worth tens of millions, and he was planning to auction it.

"Yes, I do have a thousand-year-old ginseng." Boss Wang gritted his teeth and said, "I can give it to you, but if you can't cure Mr. Liu's illness, I will pay with my life!"

As soon as these words came out, the box fell silent. No one expected that Boss Wang would place such a heavy bet, which was simply to put Ye Fan to death.

"Dad, don't agree to him!" Liu Ying hurriedly grabbed Ye Fan's sleeve, her eyes full of worry.

Ye Fan patted the back of her hand, motioning her to rest assured, then looked at Boss Wang: "Okay, I promise you."

"Ye Fan!" Liu Ying widened her eyes. She never expected that Ye Fan would agree so readily.

Old Master Lin also frowned: "Young man, are you sure you want to do this? I have been treating Old Master Liu's illness for many years, and it is indeed very difficult to cure."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I'm sure." Ye Fan's voice was as calm as water, as if what he had just agreed to was not a gamble with his life, but a trivial matter.

Boss Wang was secretly delighted when he saw Ye Fan agreed. He had originally wanted to kill this ignorant boy, and now that Ye Fan had fallen into his trap, it was exactly what he wanted.

"Okay, I'll send someone to get the thousand-year-old ginseng." Boss Wang immediately made a phone call, and in less than ten minutes, a subordinate carefully holding a wooden box rushed to the box.

The wooden box was opened, and a faint ginseng fragrance wafted out. Inside the box lay a ginseng root as thick as a baby's arm, plump and with intact roots, a rare treasure.

"This is the thousand-year-old ginseng, worth thirty million." Boss Wang said proudly, "Now I give it to you, let's start treating the disease."

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

However, Ye Fan just glanced at the thousand-year-old ginseng, and then walked straight to Mr. Liu: “Mr. Liu, please take off your shirt and lie on the sofa.”

"What? You don't want thousand-year-old ginseng?" Boss Wang was stunned.

"Who said I need it?" Ye Fan said without turning his head, "I just said I need it."

Boss Wang was so angry that his face turned blue, but he couldn't get angry. After all, Ye Fan said he needed thousand-year-old ginseng, but didn't say he would use it.

Ye Fan took out a set of silver needles from his bag, the needles gleaming in the light. He expertly sterilized the needles and began searching for acupuncture points on Mr. Liu's body.

Old Master Lin observed carefully from the side and found that Ye Fan's technique was extremely skillful, and the needle insertion locations were all key acupuncture points. He couldn't help but nod secretly.

After the first injection, Mr. Liu's body shook slightly.

The second needle, the third needle... Ye Fan's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and each needle was accurately inserted into the acupuncture point.

"Is this... the Taiyi Divine Needle?" Old Master Lin exclaimed.

Mr. Lin's exclamation made everyone in the box hold their breath. Taiyi Divine Needle, a long-lost, peerless acupuncture technique in Traditional Chinese Medicine, was said to be able to bring the dead back to life.

"Mr. Lin, what did you say?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Taiyi Divine Needle, a legendary acupuncture technique in Traditional Chinese Medicine." Elder Lin's voice trembled. "I've only seen records of it in ancient books, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."

Ye Fan continued his movements intently, seemingly oblivious to the outside world's discussions. Each of his needles contained a profound internal force, and the silver needles vibrated slightly on the acupuncture points, generating a special resonant frequency.

"Ah!" Old Master Liu suddenly groaned, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out of his forehead.

"Dad, are you okay?" Liu Ying asked worriedly.

"It's okay, continue." Ye Fan didn't even raise his head. "This is a normal reaction."

As the last needle fell, Ye Fan began the fire therapy. He took out a small bottle from his bag, which contained a light blue liquid.

"What is this?" Boss Wang couldn't help but ask.

"Medicinal wine." Ye Fan answered simply, then poured the medicinal wine on Mr. Liu's back and lit the lighter.

A blue flame instantly burned on Mr. Liu's back, looking extremely dangerous. Several ladies in the box couldn't help but scream, thinking that Ye Fan was going to burn someone to death.

"Don't be afraid, this is fire therapy." Old Master Lin quickly explained, "Fire therapy combined with acupuncture can force out toxins deep inside the body."

The flame burned on Mr. Liu's back for about three minutes before automatically extinguishing. Ye Fan quickly pulled out the silver needle and patted Mr. Liu's back.

"Cough!" Old Master Liu suddenly started coughing violently and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Dad!" Liu Ying was frightened.

"Don't worry." Ye Fan said calmly, "Just spit out the poisonous blood and it will be fine."

Sure enough, Mr. Liu vomited two mouthfuls of black blood in succession, and then his whole body seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, and his face became visibly rosy.

"I...I feel much better." Old Master Liu said pleasantly, "The chest tightness is completely gone, and even my waist doesn't hurt anymore."

He tried to move his body and found that his originally stiff joints became unusually flexible, and his whole mental state was refreshed.

"It's amazing!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

“This is the miracle doctor!”

"It really is a means of bringing the dead back to life!"