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

Wang Dingguo's face changed drastically and he hurried forward to check. He saw that Liu Hong's eyes were closed, his breathing was rapid, and his pulse was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

"How could this happen?" Wang Dingguo's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "He was fine just now, why did he suddenly..."

"Doctor Wang, please think of a solution quickly!" Liu Ming grabbed Wang Dingguo's arm anxiously.

Wang Dingguo forced himself to remain calm and resumed the acupuncture, but his fingers were visibly trembling. More than ten minutes passed, and Liu Hong's condition not only did not improve, but he fell into a deep coma.

"It's over, it's over..." Liu Ming slumped in his chair, "Father really is..."

Liu Ying burst into tears, and the entire Liu family was in chaos. The servants were panicked, some preparing funeral supplies, and some contacting other doctors.

At this moment, someone remembered Zhang Jun who had been watching coldly.

"Mr. Zhang..." Liu Ming hesitated for a moment, "Look..."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please help save my grandfather!" Liu Ying knelt down. "It was us who were blind to his true power before. Please be magnanimous and save my grandfather!"

Zhou Xuewei also followed suit, saying, "Zhang Jun, saving people is the most important thing, so don't worry about it."

Zhang Jun glanced at her indifferently and ignored her. Instead, he walked to the bedside and carefully observed Liu Hong's expression.

"Mr. Zhang, as long as you can save my father, my Liu family is willing to give us all our property as a reward!" Liu Ming also knelt down.

Zhang Jun was silent for a moment, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a black pill: "Let him take it."

Liu Ying quickly took it and carefully fed the pill to Liu Hong.

Then, Zhang Jun took out the silver needles and skillfully inserted them into seven acupuncture points on Liu Hong's body. Strangely, the arrangement of the seven silver needles formed a seven-star array pattern.

Wang Dingguo was stunned watching from the side. He had only seen records of this acupuncture technique in ancient books, and it was said that it had been lost for hundreds of years.

"Is this... the Seven-Star Life-Renewing Needle?" Wang Dingguo said in a trembling voice.

Zhang Jun concentrated on adjusting the angle and depth of the needle without responding. About a quarter of an hour later, Liu Hong's complexion gradually became rosy and his breathing became much more stable.

"It works!" Liu Ying exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Jun put away the silver needle and turned to leave.

"Mr. Zhang, please wait!" Wang Dingguo suddenly knelt on the ground. "Please accept me as your disciple!"

This scene stunned everyone. Wang Dingguo, a renowned doctor, actually wanted to become a disciple of a young man in his early twenties?

"Impossible." Zhang Jun didn't even turn his head.

"Master, I, Wang Dingguo, have been practicing medicine for thirty years, and I've never seen such exquisite medical skills!" Wang Dingguo kowtowed, "You are the master I've been looking for in this life!"

"Your medical skills are okay, but your heart isn't right." Zhang Jun stopped. "Just now, you knew you couldn't cure the patient, but you still tried to be brave and almost killed him."

Wang Dingguo lowered his head in shame: "Master, you are right. I know I was wrong."

Zhou Xuewei couldn't bear it any longer: "Zhang Jun, Doctor Wang also has good intentions, why do you..."

"You have no right to speak here." Zhang Jun looked at her coldly.

Zhou Xuewei was so choked that she couldn't speak and could only step aside.

"I can accept you as a registered disciple," Zhang Jun finally said, "but whether you can become a formal disciple depends on your future performance."

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Dingguo kowtowed excitedly.

Chapter 2: Changing Attitudes

After Zhang Jun's treatment, Liu Hong, though still in a coma, had stabilized. The entire Liu family's attitude towards Zhang Jun underwent a complete about-face.

"Mr. Zhang, you are truly a great benefactor to our Liu family!" Liu Ming's face was full of respect. "You must stay and take care of my father. Our Liu family will never treat you unfairly!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you can live with us!" Liu Ying also echoed, "We feel much more at ease with you here."

Even the housekeeper who usually ignored Zhang Jun now became respectful: "Mr. Zhang, if you need anything, just tell me."

Zhang Jun looked at the unconscious Liu Hong, then at the Liu family members who were looking forward to it, and pondered for a moment: "I have nowhere else to go for the time being, so I will stay here to observe the situation for a few days."

"Great!" Liu Ying almost jumped for joy. "I'll go get you the best room right away!"

Soon, Liu Ying arranged Zhang Jun in the guest room closest to Liu Hong's bedroom. This location was convenient for caring for the patient and showed the Liu family's importance to Zhang Jun.

"Mr. Zhang, this room is usually empty. Are you satisfied with it?" Liu Ying pushed open the door and saw that the room was decorated very elegantly.

Zhang Jun took a casual look and nodded.

"Then you can rest first. Call me if you need anything." Liu Ying said, her face slightly red. "My room is next door."

It was late at night. Zhang Jun was sorting medicinal herbs in his room when he heard light footsteps outside the door. He frowned. Was there anyone in the corridor at this time?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of his door. Zhang Jun walked quietly to the door and heard someone gently pushing it.

The door was unlocked and was quickly pushed open. Moonlight streamed in through the window, and Zhang Jun saw a figure slowly walking in.

Is it Liu Ying?

Zhang Jun was about to speak when he noticed something was wrong with Liu Ying. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she walked slowly, as if she were sleepwalking.

"Is this my room?" Liu Ying muttered to herself, "Something seems wrong..."

She groped her way to the bed and prepared to go to bed to rest.

Only then did Zhang Jun realize that Liu Ying was indeed sleepwalking, and this room should have been her bedroom.

"Miss Liu." Zhang Jun called softly, but Liu Ying did not respond.

He knew that he couldn't forcefully wake up a sleepwalker, so he took out a silver needle and gently pricked Liu Ying's Ren Zhong acupoint.

"Ah!" Liu Ying suddenly woke up and found herself in Zhang Jun's room, wearing thin pajamas.

"I...why am I here?" Her face instantly turned red like an apple.

"You were sleepwalking." Zhang Jun explained, "Was this room yours before?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Liu Ying retreated to the door in panic. "I didn't mean to do that. I... I'll go back right away!"

After saying that, she hurried out, leaving Zhang Jun alone in the room, feeling both amused and helpless.

The next morning, Zhang Jun came to Liu Hong's room and prepared to take his pulse for a follow-up examination.

"Mr. Zhang, you're here." Liu Ying didn't dare to look at him. What happened last night made her feel very embarrassed.

Zhang Jun didn't mention what happened last night, and focused on taking Liu Hong's pulse. After a night of conditioning, the old man's pulse had stabilized a lot, but his body was still very weak.

"You need to adjust your medication," Zhang Jun said. "Also, you need to pay attention to your diet."

He wrote a new prescription and explained in detail the dietary restrictions. Liu Ying took notes carefully, nodding occasionally.

"By the way, let the old man rest more these days and don't have too many visitors." Zhang Jun gave his final reminder.