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

Mr. Wang nodded. "I understand that. Traditional Chinese Medicine does have its unique characteristics. Although I'm a Western doctor, I still have great respect for Traditional Chinese Medicine."

The car soon arrived in the provincial capital. Mr. Wang's hospital was located in the city center, a modern, twelve-story building that looked impressive. However, Lin Feng noticed that the entrance to the hospital was indeed deserted, with only a few people entering and exiting.

"It's here." Mr. Wang parked the car and took the two of them into the hospital.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a group of people gathered together, discussing something enthusiastically. When Mr. Wang walked over, they immediately quieted down.

"Director Wang, the experts have arrived and are waiting for you in the conference room," said a woman who looked like a head nurse.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Mr. Wang turned to Lin Feng and said, "Mr. Lin, do you want to go see those patients first?"

"Let's hear what the experts say first." Lin Feng said lightly.

The three of them arrived at the conference room, where seven or eight people were already sitting. Some were wearing white coats, and some were wearing ordinary clothes. They were all quite old and looked like experts in various fields.

Mr. Wang introduced Lin Feng's identity, and the experts' reactions varied. Some nodded politely, while others expressed doubts. After all, Lin Feng looked too young.

"Dear experts, what are your opinions on the recent abnormal situation in the hospital?" Mr. Wang asked directly.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke first. "I'm the director of neurology at the provincial hospital. I've examined the symptoms of those patients, and they resemble those of acute schizophrenia. Strangely, however, none of them had a history of mental illness, and their onset was almost simultaneous, which is very rare in medicine."

Another female expert chimed in, "I'm a psychiatrist. From a psychological perspective, these patients may have been influenced by some kind of suggestion, leading to mass hysteria. This situation has historical precedent."

An old man in a Tang suit shook his head. "I don't see why. This is clearly a Feng Shui issue. I've studied the layout of this building. It faces south and sits north, so it seems fine. But there might be something unclean underground."

"Nonsense!" the neurology director said disdainfully. "What era is this? You still believe in these feudal superstitions."

The old man in the Tang suit was not to be outdone: "You have so many problems that Western medicine can't solve, and you only know how to use science to cover them up. Just because something can't be explained by science doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

The conference room suddenly became noisy, and experts from all walks of life insisted on their own opinions, and no one could convince anyone else.

Lin Feng listened quietly beside him, with a faint smile on his face. Li Mingxuan knew that Brother Feng had figured it out when he saw his expression.

"Ahem." Mr. Wang coughed twice, and the meeting room fell silent. "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

Lin Feng slowly stood up: "It's useless to talk too much theory, let's go see the patient first."

The neurology director curled his lips and said, "Young man, medicine is not a joke. Without a solid theoretical foundation, relying solely on feelings won't work."

Lin Feng ignored him and said directly to Mr. Wang: "Where are the patients?"

"Follow me." Mr. Wang led everyone to the inpatient department.

In the elevator, the psychiatrist whispered to his colleague, "This young man seems so arrogant. He doesn't even have basic manners."

Lin Feng heard it but didn't respond. He was now concentrating on observing the interior of the building.

The elevator stopped at the eighth floor, and President Wang led everyone out of the elevator. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator door, Lin Feng felt a strange breath.

"Are all the patients living on this floor?" Lin Feng asked.

"Yes, there are six patients in total, all gathered here for easy observation." Mr. Wang replied.

Lin Feng nodded and followed Mr. Wang to the first ward.

A man in his forties was lying in the ward, sleeping peacefully. However, Lin Feng observed carefully and found that the man's breathing was a little rapid, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be having a nightmare.

"This patient's name is Zhang Jianguo. He originally came for appendectomy," Mr. Wang said. "The operation was successful, but he started exhibiting abnormal behavior three days after the surgery."

Lin Feng walked closer to the bed and stretched out his hand to take the patient's pulse.

"Wait!" The neurology director stopped him. "Do you have a medical license? You have to be responsible if you examine patients casually."

Lin Feng stopped and turned to look at the expert: "Did you find anything?"

The expert was stunned by the question and stammered, unable to speak.

At this moment, Zhang Jianguo on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling with a distracted look, and began to mutter: "Don't come over... Don't come over..."

Several experts quickly gathered around, some with stethoscopes, some taking temperatures, and they were busy in a crowd.

Lin Feng stood quietly by the side, carefully observing the patient's expression and reaction.

Zhang Jianguo suddenly sat up, looking at a corner of the room with horror: "Can't you see? There's someone over there! Someone in white clothes!"

Several experts looked at each other in confusion. Apart from them, there was no one else in white clothes in the room.

"Mr. Zhang, calm down. It's safe here and there's no one else." The psychologist tried to comfort the patient.

"You can't see it!" Zhang Jianguo became increasingly agitated. "She's right there, watching me! She's been there since the first day I moved in!"

The director of the neurology department injected him with a sedative, and Zhang Jianguo quickly calmed down and lay back in bed.

"Typical hallucination symptoms," the neurology director told the others. "Something is stimulating the brain nerves, causing illusions."

Lin Feng walked to the corner that Zhang Jianguo pointed to, observed it carefully, and then returned to the bedside.

"Can I take his pulse?" Lin Feng said to Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang looked at the experts. Although they were reluctant, they did not stop him.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Zhang Jianguo's wrist. As soon as the hand touched Zhang Jianguo's wrist, his brows furrowed.

This pulse is very strange. It's not a normal pulse, nor does it seem like a sign of mental illness. Instead, it looks like... a symptom of poisoning.

Lin Feng felt it carefully again and confirmed his judgment.

"Go check on the other patients." Lin Feng said directly.

The group arrived at the next ward, where a young girl, probably in her early twenties, lay, crying softly.

"This girl's name is Xiaowen. She originally came here to treat a stomach ulcer," Mr. Wang said. "Now she keeps saying someone is talking in her ear, and the words they say are horrible."

Lin Feng took the patient's pulse again, and the pulse condition was almost exactly the same as Zhang Jianguo's just now.