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

Chen Mo was a little surprised: "Family doctor?"

"Yes, you can propose any conditions as long as you are willing." Mr. Liu said sincerely.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."

"Of course, please take your time to think about it." Mr. Liu was very patient.

At this moment, Liu Ying ran in from outside: "Chen Mo, are you okay? I heard that you had a fight with someone tonight?"

"It's okay, just a small matter." Chen Mo said lightly.

"What's a small matter?" Liu Ying insisted. "I heard the other party is a very powerful boxing champion."

"No matter how powerful he is, he's just like that." Chen Mo shrugged.

Liu Ying wanted to ask more, but seeing that Chen Mo didn't want to say more, she didn't continue asking.

"By the way, when will grandpa's medicine start to be boiled?" She changed the subject.

"We can start tomorrow," Chen Mo said. "With these wild herbs, your grandfather's illness will be cured soon."

Mr. Liu was very happy to hear this: "That's great, Doctor Chen, you are really a benefactor to our family."

"You're welcome." Chen Mo waved his hand. "I'll go back and rest first. I'll come back to prepare medicine for you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll let the driver take you there." said Mr. Liu.

"No need, I can go back by myself." Chen Mo declined.

After leaving the Liu family, Chen Mo looked up at the starry sky. What happened today made him feel a little emotional.

In this city, he met all kinds of people, some kind, some evil, some stupid, and some cunning.

But no matter what kind of person he meets, he will stick to his principles, save those who should be saved, and kill those who should be killed.

This is Chen Mo's way of dealing with things, simple and direct. **Chapter 1: Competition in the Herbal Medicine Market**

The next morning, Liu Ying was waiting at the gate of the community. She was wearing a beige windbreaker and black boots, and her makeup was so delicate that she looked like she was going to attend an important meeting.

"Are you going to the medicinal materials market or walking on the red carpet?" Lin Feng couldn't help teasing her when he saw her outfit.

"Professional image is important, okay?" Liu Ying rolled her eyes at him. "What if we run into an important supplier?"

The two took a taxi to the medicinal herbs market in the south of the city. This was the largest distribution center for Chinese medicinal herbs in Jiangcheng, with a wide variety of herbs available, but the quality was mixed, so it took a keen eye to find the good stuff.

As soon as I entered the market, several vendors surrounded me.

"Young man, are you looking for Chinese medicinal herbs? I have the best wild Ganoderma lucidum here, guaranteed to be authentic." A middle-aged man greeted enthusiastically, holding a Ganoderma lucidum that looked good in his hand.

Liu Ying's eyes lit up, and she was about to step forward when she was stopped by Lin Feng.

"There's something wrong with this Ganoderma." Lin Feng leaned in to take a closer look. "Look at the lines on the cap. They're too regular. It's obviously artificially cultivated. And the color isn't right. Wild Ganoderma should be dark brown with a hint of purple. This is too light."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The vendor's face changed. "This is authentic wild Ganoderma lucidum, picked deep in the mountains."

"Really?" Lin Feng smiled faintly, "Then tell me which mountain did you pick this Ganoderma lucidum? When did you pick it?"

The vendor stammered and stammered, then became angry and said, "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, then don't make trouble here!"

"Making trouble?" Lin Feng's voice rose a few degrees. "You're using artificially cultivated Ganoderma lucidum to pass it off as wild goods, selling each one for three thousand yuan. Isn't that making trouble?"

The people around heard the noise and gathered around, pointing and talking. The vendors, seeing that the situation was not good, quickly packed up their stalls and left.

"Wow, you're amazing!" Liu Ying looked at Lin Feng in admiration, "I can't tell the difference at all."

"These are all basics. You'll learn them if you read and study more." Lin Feng continued to walk in. "This kind of place is very complicated. If you don't have some real skills, it's easy to get scammed."

They wandered around the market for most of the day, looking at a lot of medicinal herbs, but none of them were the precious ones Lin Feng was looking for. Just as they were about to leave, they found a shabby little stall in a corner.

The stall owner was a man in his sixties, wearing a washed-out Mao suit. On his stall were some ordinary-looking herbs. But Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

"Old man, is this wild Polygonum multiflorum?" Lin Feng squatted down and pointed at an inconspicuous rhizome on the stall.

The old man looked up at Lin Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Young man, you have a good eye. This is indeed wild. It has grown in the mountains for at least fifteen years."

"It's in good condition." Lin Feng picked it up and examined it carefully. "The texture and texture are very authentic. And this..." He pointed to another herb, "This should be wild Gastrodia elata, right?"

"That's right." The old man was completely interested. "Young man, are you in the medicinal herb business?"

"I know a little bit." Lin Feng said modestly, "I need some special herbs. I wonder if you have any here, old man."

The old man thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I do have some good things at home, but there are too many people here. How about you come with me to take a look?"

Liu Ying was a little hesitant, but when she saw Lin Feng nod, she agreed.

The old man’s home is on the third floor of an old community near the market, and the corridor is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

"My name is Wang Defu, and I've been selling medicinal herbs for most of my life," the old man said as he brewed tea. "Now that I'm old, I set up a small stall in the market to make a living."

"Mr. Wang, you are too modest. Your vision is much better than those young vendors." Lin Feng took the teacup.

As he was speaking, there was a rapid knock on the door, accompanied by the shouting of several people.

"Wang Jianhua! Get out here! Where's the money? We agreed to pay it back today!"

Wang Defu's face turned pale instantly: "It's my son..."

"Brother, leave this matter to me. I promise to investigate it thoroughly for you!"

The rich second-generation Lin Hao patted his chest and proudly introduced the man next to him who was wearing a baseball cap and a windbreaker.

"This is my friend, a professional private investigator, known as 'Super Detective' Zhao Daming!"

Zhao Daming adjusted the collar of his windbreaker and nodded solemnly, "Yes, I am the Zhao Daming who is well-known in the detective world."

Ye Fan looked at the so-called "super detective" in front of him and couldn't tell what was so superb about him. This guy was short and wore a pair of thick glasses, which he pushed up from time to time when he spoke. He looked more like a recent college graduate.

"Are you really a detective?" Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Daming immediately became unhappy: "What do you mean by a real detective? I have a license!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a wallet from his pocket and opened it to show Ye Fan: "See, a legitimate private detective license!"

Ye Fan took it and looked at it. It did have Zhao Daming's name and photo written on it, but this photo... looked like an ID photo that was pasted directly on.

"Where did you get this license?"