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

As soon as Liu Ying finished speaking, Liu Hong's body suddenly shook, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body fell into violent convulsions.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ying screamed and rushed to the bed.

Liu Ming's face turned pale: "Dad! Dad, what's wrong with you!"

Wang Dingguo hurried forward to feel the patient's pulse, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead. "Not good! The old man's qi and blood are flowing backwards, and his heart is disordered. How...how could it have suddenly deteriorated to this extent?"

He hurriedly took out the silver needles and quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points of Liu Hong. However, Liu Hong's convulsions not only did not ease, but became more severe, and his breathing became extremely weak.

"Doctor Wang, please save my grandfather!" Liu Ying knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Wang Dingguo's hands were shaking. "My acupuncture technique seems to be useless. The old man's condition is too complicated. I'm afraid..."

The room was completely silent, with only the faint sound of Liu Hong's breathing. Liu Ming and his wife hugged each other and cried bitterly, with Liu Ying sobbing so hard that she was almost out of breath.

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

"Zhang Jun!" Liu Ming turned around suddenly. "Didn't you just say you could cure it? Please help save my father!"

Liu Ying also raised her tearful eyes: "Zhang Jun, I beg you, as long as you can save my grandfather, I will do anything!"

Zhang Jun glanced indifferently at Liu Hong lying on the bed, then looked at the people kneeling on the ground, with no expression on his face.

"You remember me now? You didn't have that attitude just now."

"Zhang Jun, we were blind to our true power before. Please forgive us!" Liu Ming practically begged, "As long as you save my father, the Liu family is willing to pay any price!"

Zhou Xuewei also advised, "Zhang Jun, saving people is the most important thing. Mr. Liu is innocent."

Zhang Jun glanced at her, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he finally walked to the bedside.

"Step aside."

Wang Dingguo quickly stepped aside, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Jun's movements.

Zhang Jun first carefully felt Liu Hong's pulse, then pulled out a black pill from his pocket, opened Liu Hong's mouth, and fed it to him. He then took out a set of exquisite silver needles and quickly acupunctured several specific acupuncture points on Liu Hong's body.

Different from Wang Dingguo's hurried technique just now, each of Zhang Jun's needles was extremely precise. His needlework was simple and mysterious, with a subtle rhythm.

"This is... the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Needle?" Wang Dingguo suddenly exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Wasn't this acupuncture technique lost long ago?"

Zhang Jun ignored him and continued to give the acupuncture with full concentration. As the last needle fell, Liu Hong's breathing miraculously stabilized and his face turned from pale to rosy.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ying excitedly shook Liu Hong's hand, "Grandpa, how do you feel?"

Liu Hong slowly opened his eyes. Although he was still very weak, his eyes were much clearer: "Ying'er... I'm fine..."

There was a burst of exclamations in the room, and everyone looked at Zhang Jun with awe.

Wang Dingguo was so shocked he was speechless. Having practiced medicine for many years, he naturally knew the power of the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Needle. Legend has it that this acupuncture technique was created by the ancient legendary doctor Bian Que, specifically for treating critically ill patients, but it had been lost hundreds of years ago.

I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today, and the person who gave me the acupuncture was this ordinary-looking young man.

Zhang Jun put away the silver needle and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Wang Dingguo.

"Senior! Please accept my disciple's greeting!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Dingguo fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed to Zhang Jun.

"Divine Doctor Wang!" Zhou Xuewei was surprised. "What are you doing?"

Even the Liu family members were stunned. Such a famous doctor actually knelt down before a young man in his early twenties?

"You don't understand!" Wang Dingguo's voice trembled with excitement. "The Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Needle! That's a legendary skill! Anyone who can master this acupuncture technique has reached a level of medical skill that I can't even begin to reach!"

He kowtowed to Zhang Jun again: "Senior, please accept me as your disciple! Even if it's just a nominal disciple!"

Zhang Jun frowned: "Get up, I don't accept disciples."

"Senior!" Wang Dingguo refused to stand. "I, Wang Dingguo, have been practicing medicine for thirty years and considered myself quite skilled. But after seeing your methods today, I finally understand what it means to be a frog in a well! Please give me a chance to learn!"

Zhou Xuewei couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward to persuade him, "Zhang Jun, Doctor Wang is also sincere, you just..."

"You have no right to interfere." Zhang Jun interrupted her coldly.

Zhou Xuewei's face turned pale and she had no choice but to step aside, feeling mixed emotions. How could Zhang Jun be so cold even to her?

Wang Dingguo continued to plead, showing no sign of his famed doctor's arrogance. This scene shocked everyone present, and they began to reconsider this young man whom they had previously looked down upon.

Zhang Jun was silent for a long time before finally speaking, "I can accept you as a registered disciple, but I still need to observe your character. Whether you can become a formal disciple depends on your future performance."

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Dingguo was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

Liu Ming also reacted at this time and hurried forward: "Mr. Zhang, we were blind to your talent and offended you!"

"Mr. Zhang, our Liu family will never forget your great kindness!" Liu Ying said with red eyes.

Faced with the change in everyone's attitude, Zhang Jun simply nodded: "Since Mr. Liu's condition has just stabilized, he still needs someone to take care of him. I don't have anywhere else to go for the time being, so I'll stay here for a few days."

"Great!" Liu Ming was overjoyed. "I'll have someone arrange the best room for you right away!"

That night, Liu Ying personally arranged accommodation for Zhang Jun and specially chose a guest room next to her own bedroom.

"Zhang Jun, this room is usually not occupied and the environment is the quietest. You should like it." Liu Ying said a little embarrassedly.

Zhang Jun nodded without saying anything more.

Late at night, Zhang Jun was meditating in his room when he heard light footsteps at the door. He opened his eyes and saw the door gently opened, and a figure quietly walked in.

In the moonlight, Zhang Jun saw clearly that the person coming was Liu Ying, but her expression was a little dull and her eyes were empty, obviously she was sleepwalking.

Liu Ying walked straight to the bed, as if she wanted to lie down. Zhang Jun quickly stood up and called softly, "Liu Ying?"

But Liu Ying didn't react at all and continued to lie on the bed mechanically.

In a hurry, Zhang Jun took out a silver needle and gently pricked her wrist.

"Ah!" Liu Ying suddenly woke up and found herself in Zhang Jun's room, wearing thin pajamas. Her face turned red with shame.

"I...why am I here?" She frantically tried to explain, "I...I didn't mean to..."

"You were sleepwalking," Zhang Jun said calmly. "It might be because you were worried about your grandfather and were overly nervous."

Liu Ying then remembered that this room had originally been her boudoir, but she had given it to Zhang Jun today. She had been sleepwalking since she was a child, and it was more likely to happen when she was nervous.