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

"Transfer the money." The old man gave an account number.

The money was transferred quickly. After receiving the money, the old man carefully wrapped the herbs and handed them to Lin Fan.

"Young man, I can see that you are someone who truly understands medicine." The old man paused, "I have some better herbs at home, if you are interested..."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up: "What medicinal herbs?"

"Hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, fifty-year-old wild ginseng, and some other rare treasures." The old man lowered his voice, "I collected them all in the mountains over the years."

"Then we must go and take a look." Lin Fan said immediately.

"Then come with me." The old man packed up his stall and left the market with Lin Fan and Liu Ying.

The old man lives in an old community near the market. The house is a bit shabby, but it is very clean.

"You sit down first, I'll go get the herbs." The old man asked the two to sit down and turned to go into the inner room.

Liu Ying looked around and found that there were many medical books and some pharmaceutical tools in the room.

"Is the old man also a doctor?" she asked in a low voice.

"It should be." Lin Fan nodded.

As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Old Zhang! Open the door! Is the money ready?"

"It's over, they're coming." The old man's panicked voice came from the inner room.

"What's going on?" Lin Fan stood up and asked.

"It's my son who caused this trouble." The old man hurried out from the inner room, his face full of worry. "He owes half a million from gambling, and the creditors come to the house every day to collect the debt."

The knocking on the door became louder and louder.

"Old man Zhang! I know you're in there! You have to pay back the money today, or don't blame us for being rude!"

"Don't be afraid, old man." Lin Fan stood up. "I'll go open the door."

"Young man, don't bother with this. These people are not easy to deal with." The old man hurriedly stopped him.

Lin Fan waved his hand, walked to the door and opened it.

There were five or six ferocious-looking men standing outside the door, led by a bald man with a face full of flesh.

"Who are you?" The bald man stared at Lin Fan.

"Friends." Lin Fan said calmly, "We can discuss anything."

"Your sister!" The bald man pushed Lin Fan. "Get out of here! We're going to collect the debt from Old Man Zhang!"

"How much do you owe?" Lin Fan did not move aside.

"Five hundred thousand! Including principal and interest!" said the bald man viciously.

"How much is the principal?"

"Two hundred thousand! What? You want to pay it back for him?" The bald man sneered.

As he was speaking, a few more people came up from downstairs. The leader was a man in his thirties, wearing a black suit. He was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Brother Hu is here!" Several younger brothers quickly made way.

The man in the suit walked to the door and was slightly stunned when he saw Lin Fan, and then his expression changed drastically.

"Lin...Mr. Lin?"

Lin Fan felt that the voice was familiar. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the subordinate of the leader who had made a mistake in the clinic a few days ago.

"It's you." Lin Fan nodded.

"Mr. Lin, why are you here?" The man in the suit said respectfully.

The bald man looked confused: "Brother Hu, do you know this guy?"

"How dare you!" The man in the suit glared at the bald man. "This is Mr. Lin, please show some respect!"

After saying that, he turned to Lin Fan and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were here."

"What's the matter with this old man's debt?" Lin Fan asked.

"It's like this. The old man's son lost money in our place." The man in the suit said truthfully, "The principal was 200,000 yuan, and according to the rules, we have to charge interest."

"How much is the interest?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Lin Fan shook his head: "The interest rate is too high."

"Mr. Lin is right." The man in the suit nodded quickly. "Since you've asked, we don't want the money."

"No?" The bald man widened his eyes.

"Shut up!" the man in the suit shouted angrily, then said to Lin Fan, "Mr. Lin, let's forget about this. We're leaving right away."

"Wait." Lin Fan stopped them. "It's only natural to pay back debts. The principal still needs to be repaid. But the interest will be waived."

The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, let's do as Mr. Lin says."

Lin Fan turned to the old man in the room and said, "Old man, I'll have someone send the money over in three days."

"This...how can I feel so embarrassed?" The old man had tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, just consider it as a deposit for the medicinal materials." Lin Fan said calmly.

The man in the suit and his men were about to leave. When they reached the stairs, he turned around and said to Lin Fan, "Mr. Lin, if you have anything to say, please feel free to ask."

After everyone left, the old man held Lin Fan's hand and was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Old man, it's okay." Lin Fan comforted him, "Can I take a look at the herbs now?"

"Of course, of course!" The old man hurried into the house to get the herbs.

Half an hour later, looking at the precious medicinal herbs that the old man took out, Lin Fan showed a long-lost smile on his face.

With these medicinal herbs, Mr. Liu’s illness is completely cured.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that a greater opportunity was waiting for him. **Chapter 12 The Truth Revealed**

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man in his forties, his face full of worry, but his eyes flickered with a glint of dissatisfaction. This was the old man's son, Liu Dahai, an ordinary worker who considered himself a casino veteran.

"Dahai, think about it carefully. Are those three people really trustworthy?" Lin Feng asked patiently.

Liu Dahai shook his head and said firmly, "Doctor Lin, you don't understand the situation. I've been playing mahjong for twenty years. I've seen all kinds of people. Lao Wang, Xiao Li, and A Qiang are all my friends for many years. We've played mahjong together for years. They would never cheat me."

"But the debt you owe..."

"That's just my bad luck!" Liu Dahai interrupted Lin Feng. "Winning and losing is normal in a casino. I've just had bad luck lately. Besides, with my eyesight, how could anyone cheat in front of me? No way!"

Lin Feng sighed, knowing that words alone wouldn't convince this stubborn middle-aged man. He stood up and looked out the window. "Since you're so confident, why don't we go play a round with them?"

"Ah?" Liu Dahai was stunned for a moment, "You can also play mahjong?"

"I know a thing or two." Lin Feng smiled faintly, "It just so happens that I also want to see what your friends are capable of."

Liu Dahai hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement. He thought, since Dr. Lin had helped him so much, it wouldn't hurt to play a round with him. Maybe he could even win some money.

The two of them came to a small teahouse in the east of the city, where Liu Dahai and his friends often gathered. As soon as they entered, they saw three men sitting around a mahjong table in the corner, drawing cards.

"Dahai, you're here!" One of the tall and thin men waved. "How's your luck today?"

"Old Wang, I brought a friend here." Liu Dahai pointed at Lin Feng, "This is Doctor Lin. He's a very skilled doctor and saved my dad's life."