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

Inside the Yong'an Hall, everyone saw Mr. Lin slowly stand up, and they all put down their wine glasses and saluted respectfully.

"Mr. Lin."

"Meet Mr. Lin."

Mr. Lin is highly respected in the court. Although he has retired, his prestige remains. He must have come here today for something important.

"No need to be so polite, everyone." Old Master Lin waved his hand, his eyes searching the crowd. "I came here today to meet Mr. Zhou Qiji."

Zhou Qing's heart moved, and he slowly stood up: "My name is Zhou Qing, nice to meet you, Mr. Lin."

Elder Lin carefully examined Zhou Qing and nodded, saying, "He is indeed a handsome man. I have heard that Mr. Zhou is an excellent doctor, so I have come here today to seek his help."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.

Even the famous doctors in Beijing were helpless to treat Mr. Lin’s illness, yet he actually wanted to find a doctor to take care of him?

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood up from the crowd and sneered, "Master Lin, you've been deceived. This Zhou Qijilang is just a minor official who records the Empress's daily life. How can he be considered a doctor?"

This man was called Qian Fugui, the largest medicinal herb merchant in the capital, with a fortune exceeding 10,000. He always looked down upon those scholars who made a living by writing.

"Boss Qian, you're wrong." Zhou Qing said calmly, "There's no distinction between high and low doctors; what counts is the level of their medical skills."

Qian Fugui laughed heartily. "What a contrast in medical skills! Since Mr. Zhou Qiji is so confident, why not demonstrate it right here? Even the doctors at the Imperial Hospital can't cure Mr. Lin's illness. If you can, I, Qian, will kowtow and admit my mistake right here!"

"Why are you so excited, Boss Qian?" Zhou Qing said calmly, "But now that you mentioned it, I can really cure Mr. Lin's illness."

The whole room was in uproar again.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Mr. Lin's eyes: "Really?"

"Really." Zhou Qing nodded, "However, it requires a medicinal ingredient - thousand-year-old ginseng."

Qian Fugui's eyes rolled, and a plan came to his mind: "Thousand-year-old ginseng? What a coincidence, I just happen to have one!"

He took out an exquisite wooden box from his bosom and opened it carefully. Inside the box lay a ginseng plant, its entire body translucent and its roots as silky as silk, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

"This ginseng is a family heirloom, priceless." Qian Fugui said with a sinister smile, "However, I can provide it to Zhou Qijulang free of charge. But there is one condition - if you can't cure Mr. Lin's illness, you will pay for it with your life!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence.

The stakes are too high to risk one's life.

"Boss Qian, this..." Old Master Lin frowned.

"No problem." Zhou Qing said calmly, "I agree."

[Poison Master System Tip: Detected that the host is about to perform a poisonous plot, please pay attention to seize the opportunity]

Qian Fugui was overjoyed. This kid was indeed a fool!

The thousand-year-old ginseng was brought in and everyone gathered around to watch.

However, to everyone's surprise, Zhou Qing didn't even look at the ginseng, but took out a set of silver needles from his sleeve.

"Zhou Qijulang, don't you want ginseng?" someone asked doubtfully.

"Who says you have to take medicine to treat an illness?" Zhou Qing chuckled. "Mr. Lin, please lie down."

Although Mr. Lin was confused, he still did as he was told.

Zhou Qing's silver needles danced in his hand, piercing several acupuncture points on Mr. Lin's body. Then, he lit the mugwort and began to perform fire therapy.

"What kind of treatment is this?"

“Never seen…”

Everyone was talking about it.

Qian Fugui sneered: "Mystification!"

About a quarter of an hour later, Mr. Lin suddenly started coughing violently and vomited several mouthfuls of black blood.

"Not good!" Qian Fugui was overjoyed, "He made the patient worse!"

However, after spitting out blood, Mr. Lin's face turned visibly red, and he looked full of energy.

"I...I'm fine?" Old Master Lin sat up in disbelief. "I feel better!"

The whole room was shocked!

"How is this possible?" Qian Fugui widened his eyes.

"Mr. Lin's body is deeply poisoned, and no medicine can cure it." Zhou Qing put away the silver needle. "Only by drawing out the poison with the needle and forcing it out with fire can we cure it. As for this thousand-year-old ginseng..."

He looked at Qian Fugui: "It's a good thing, but it's a pity that I can't use it."

Qian Fugui's face turned pale. He had lost all face in front of so many people!

"A miracle doctor! What a miracle doctor!"

"Mr. Zhou Qiju's medical skills are divine!"

Many people came forward and handed over their business cards to make friends with Zhou Qing.

However, Zhou Qing waved his hand and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but I have something important to attend to. I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he actually left the banquet directly.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. This Zhou Qijulang was really different from others.

After Zhou Qing left Yong'an Palace, he did not return home, but came to a teahouse in the west of the city.

In a private room on the second floor of the teahouse, a woman in a light blue dress was waiting. She was about twenty years old, with a pretty face and an elegant temperament.

"Miss Liu, sorry for the long wait." Zhou Qing pushed the door open and walked in.

The woman's name was Liu Ying, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, Lord Liu. She and Zhou Qing met by chance and they hit it off quite well.

"Mr. Zhou, you've arrived just in time." Liu Ying stood up to greet him. "I just heard that you displayed your divine power in Yong'an Palace and cured Mr. Lin's illness?"

"It's just a trifle." Zhou Qing sat down. "But Miss Liu, what brings you to me today?"

Liu Ying's expression was a little complicated: "It's about my marriage..."

It turns out that Liu Ying's father, Minister Liu, had arranged a marriage for her to consolidate his political position. The man was Li Wenxuan, the son of the then Grand Tutor, a typical dandy.

"My father said that this marriage would benefit the Liu family and I can't refuse it." Liu Ying smiled bitterly, "But I really don't want to marry someone like that."

Zhou Qing pondered for a moment. "I've heard of Li Wenxuan. I heard he has a lot of mistresses?"

"He's more than just a concubine." Liu Ying sighed, "I heard he often goes to those shady places. How can I marry someone like that?"

[Poison Master System Tip: Exploitable intelligence detected, host recommended for in-depth investigation]

As they were talking, there was a commotion downstairs.

"Liu Ying! Come out here!"

A sharp male voice sounded, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Liu Ying's expression changed. "It's Li Wenxuan! How did he find this place?"

Soon, the door to the private room was roughly pushed open. A young man in fine clothes rushed in, followed by several servants.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old and quite handsome, but there was a sinister look in his eyes.

"Liu Ying, you're such a jerk!" Li Wenxuan pointed at Liu Ying and shouted angrily, "We're getting married soon, and you're secretly meeting with a random guy behind my back!"

"Li Wenxuan, what nonsense are you talking about!" Liu Ying was so angry that her face turned pale.

"Nonsense?" Li Wenxuan sneered. "I've heard everything that happened in Yong'an Palace just now. You two left together, and now you're meeting here secretly. And you still say everything's fine?"

He turned to Zhou Qing and looked him up and down. "Are you that so-called attendant? You're quite courageous, daring to touch my woman, Li Wenxuan!"

Zhou Qing stood up calmly and said, "Mr. Li, please be careful with your words. Miss Liu hasn't even married yet, so how can she be your woman?"