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

Another middle-aged female doctor shook her head in objection: "Professor Wang, these patients were all normal before. How could they suddenly become mentally ill? I think it's more like some kind of viral infection."

"Viral infection? Ridiculous!" a portly doctor scoffed. "I think there's something wrong with the hospital's environment. I recommend a complete disinfection and replacement of all medical equipment."

Several people were arguing fiercely, each arguing with their own opinions.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe stood up in the corner and said, "Everyone, you are all wrong. This is obviously a problem with the feng shui!"

"Feng Shui?" Several doctors showed disdainful expressions.

"That's right!" the man in the Taoist robe said, shaking his head. "I just used a compass to measure it. The layout of this hospital is seriously taboo. There's evil energy in the southeast corner, and there's yin energy in the northwest corner. How can a patient stay here without getting into trouble?"

"Nonsense!" The old man with gold-rimmed glasses was so angry that his beard stood up. "What era is it now? You still stick to these feudal superstitions!"

"Feudal superstition?" the man in the Taoist robe was unconvinced. "Then what problem have you so-called experts solved? Aren't the patients still suffering from the disease?"

There was another quarrel in the office.

I stood aside and watched all this quietly, a smile on my face. These people were analyzing the problem based on their own professional knowledge, but they were all straying from the truth.

"Doctor Ye, what do you think?" Dean Zhao noticed my expression.

I walked to the table, picked up the medical record and looked at it: "Can I take the patient's pulse myself?"

"Of course!" Director Zhao immediately arranged for someone to take me to the ward.

The old man with gold-rimmed glasses said dissatisfiedly, "Taking the pulse? What era is it now? Are you still using such an outdated diagnostic method?"

I ignored him and followed the nurse to the inpatient department. The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and I could occasionally hear the patients' gibberish coming from the wards.

In the first ward was a man in his thirties, originally hospitalized for gastritis. He was now sitting on the bed, his eyes vacant, mumbling to himself, "They're coming... They're all coming... Don't arrest me..."

I walked over to the bedside and placed my hand on his pulse. It was weak and rapid, but most importantly, I felt an unusual fluctuation. This fluctuation was familiar to me—a sign of poisoning.

I then examined several more patients and the results were the same.

Back in the office, the experts were still arguing. I cleared my throat and said, "Guys, I think you're all overthinking this."

"Oh?" The old man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at me disdainfully. "Young man, what do you think?"

"These patients are poisoned." I stated the conclusion directly.

The office suddenly became quiet and everyone looked at me.

"Poisoned?" Dean Zhao frowned, "But we've checked all the food and medicines, and there's nothing wrong with them."

"It's not an ordinary poison," I explained. "It's a hallucinogen extracted from poisonous mushrooms. This toxin can cause hallucinations and abnormal behavior, but it's difficult to detect with conventional detection methods."

"Poisonous mushrooms?" The man in the Taoist robe's eyes lit up. "I told you, there is indeed poisonous gas here!"

I glanced at him and ignored him.

The old man with gold-rimmed glasses sneered, "Young man, do you know what you are talking about? Poisonous mushrooms cause hallucinations? This statement is simply..."

"What is it?" I interrupted him. "If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you right here."

As I said that, I took out silver needles from my bag and quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points of a patient under the surprised gazes of several experts.

Ten minutes later, the patient who had been talking nonsense actually calmed down and his eyes regained some clarity.

"This...how is this possible?" The old man with gold-rimmed glasses widened his eyes.

The other experts looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Dean Zhao excitedly shook my hand and said, "Doctor Ye, you are truly a miracle doctor! Can you completely cure these patients?"

I shook my head. "Acupuncture can only temporarily control the symptoms. To completely solve the problem, a special antidote must be prepared. And..."

I looked at Zhao Jianhua and his son. "More importantly, we must find the person who poisoned us. Otherwise, even if we are cured this time, they will strike again."

Dean Zhao's face grew serious after hearing what I said. "Doctor Ye, are you saying that someone deliberately poisoned our hospital?"

"That's right." I nodded. "The production process of this poisonous mushroom extract is quite complicated, definitely not something that ordinary people can master. And judging by the method used to poison them, the other party is very familiar with the situation in your hospital."

"Then...what should we do?" Zhao Jianhua was a little panicked.

"First, we need to find the person who poisoned you." I turned to Director Zhao. "Has your hospital offended anyone recently? Especially someone with a special background?"

Dean Zhao thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "We have always been kind to others, so we shouldn't have any enemies."

I sneered, "Who runs a hospital without enemies? Think carefully, have you ever had a medical accident? Have you ever had a conflict with a patient's family over money?"

At this time, the man in the Taoist robe interrupted and said, "Could it be that something unclean was dug up during the construction of the hospital? I think the feng shui here is indeed problematic..."

"Shut up!" I glared at him impatiently. "If you don't understand anything, don't get involved."

The man in Taoist robes stepped aside awkwardly after I glared at him.

Zhao Jianhua suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I have a friend who's a private detective. How about asking him to help investigate?"

"Private detective?" I was a little surprised. "What kind of private detective?"

"He's my childhood friend, Ma Daha... no, Ma Dahai." Zhao Jianhua was a little embarrassed. "He used to be a policeman, but he quit and opened a detective agency."

A moment later, a man in a wrinkled suit pushed the door open. He was in his early thirties, with messy hair and crooked glasses, and was holding a worn briefcase.

"Jianhua! I heard something big happened in your family?" Ma Dahai shouted as he entered the door, "Don't worry, with me, Detective Ma, here, I can solve any case!"

I almost burst out laughing when I saw this guy. He doesn't look like a detective at all, he's clearly a comedian.

"Dahai, keep your voice down." Zhao Jianhua said helplessly, "This is Doctor Ye. We're relying on him to solve this problem. Just help us find out if anyone wants to harm our family."

Ma Dahai pushed his crooked glasses and seriously pulled out a magnifying glass from his bag. "No problem! Detective Ma, there's no case I can't solve!"

As he spoke, he actually took a magnifying glass and began to look around the office, nodding from time to time and muttering: "Well, there are clues here... There are clues here..."

I couldn't bear to watch any longer: "What are you looking for?"