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

The atmosphere in the banquet hall froze instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the white-haired old man. Mr. Lin slowly stood up and walked towards Ye Chen step by step with his crutches.

"Mr. Lin!"

"Hello, Grandpa Lin!"

The business elites present all stood up to pay their respects, their faces filled with awe. There were only a handful of people in Jiangcheng who could command such respect from these usually high-handed tycoons.

Old Master Lin walked up to Ye Chen, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with brilliance: "Young man, I admire your move just now."

Ye Chen smiled calmly: "Thank you for the compliment, Senior."

"Humph! Stop pretending!"

A disdainful snort echoed from the crowd, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a middle-aged man with a fat face standing out. This man was called Qian Dafu, and he ran the largest medicinal materials business in Jiangcheng. He usually relied on his wealth and power to look down on others.

"Boss Qian, what are you doing?" someone asked in confusion.

Qian Dafu sneered, "Everyone, this guy was just lucky just now. Does he really think he's some miracle doctor? I think he's just a swindler!"

The banquet hall was immediately filled with discussions, and many people showed doubts. After all, Ye Chen looked too young, and it was hard to believe that he really had such superb medical skills.

Liu Ying's face changed, and she was about to speak to defend Ye Chen, but Ye Chen gently pulled her wrist.

"Since Boss Qian has doubts, how about we do an on-site verification?" Ye Chen's voice was calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Qian Dafu patted his belly proudly and said, "Great! I, Qian, love watching plays the most."

He pointed at an old man sitting in the corner and said, "Everyone here knows about Mr. Liu's illness. No matter how many famous doctors we've consulted, they're all helpless. Boy, since you call yourself a miracle doctor, why don't you show us how to treat him?"

Everyone's attention instantly turned to the old man. Mr. Liu was seventy-three years old this year. He had once been a prominent figure in Jiangcheng's business community, but in recent years his health had deteriorated. His face was sallow, and he frequently coughed up blood. All major hospitals had diagnosed him with an incurable disease.

"This..." Old Master Liu smiled bitterly and waved his hands, "I'm afraid even Hua Tuo wouldn't be able to cure this illness of mine."

Ye Chen walked up to Mr. Liu, carefully observed his expression, and took his pulse. After a moment, he nodded: "I can cure this disease."

"what?!"

The whole audience was in an uproar, and even Mr. Lin showed a surprised expression.

Qian Dafu laughed heartily. "Kid, don't blow your own trumpet! Even the experts at Union Hospital say Mr. Liu's illness is incurable. How can a young boy like you cure him?"

"But..." Ye Chen changed the subject, "To cure this disease, we need a precious medicinal herb."

"What medicinal herbs?" Mr. Liu asked excitedly.

"Thousand-year-old ginseng."

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, Qian Dafu jumped up: "Millennial ginseng? Hahaha, boy, do you know how precious thousand-year-old ginseng is? There are only a few in the whole Jiangcheng..."

He stopped talking halfway, and his expression turned a little ugly.

"Why, Boss Qian is reluctant?" Ye Chen looked at him with a smile.

Qian Dafu gritted his teeth. He did have a thousand-year-old ginseng, which he bought at an auction at a huge price. He wanted to keep it for himself, but he didn't expect Ye Chen to point it out.

"I'm not that reluctant." Qian Dafu's eyes rolled as a plan came to mind. "However, when it comes to business, I believe in balancing risk and reward. Boy, I can give you the thousand-year-old ginseng, but if you can't cure Mr. Liu's illness, I'll pay you with my life!"

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

Trading his life for another's, this is no joke. Qian Dafu is trying to kill Ye Chen!

Liu Ying's face turned pale, and she grabbed Ye Chen's arm tightly: "Ye Chen, don't agree to him!"

Old Master Lin also frowned: "Qian Dafu, you are forcing me!"

Qian Dafu sneered: "I didn't force him, he said he could cure it. Since he is a miracle doctor, he should have the responsibility of a miracle doctor!"

Ye Chen looked at Liu Ying, then at everyone present, and finally his gaze fell on Mr. Liu's expectant face.

"Okay, I agree."

"Ye Chen!" Liu Ying was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

Ye Chen gently stroked the back of her hand and said softly, "Believe me."

Qian Dafu rubbed his hands proudly: "Good! You have courage! Come, go and get my thousand-year-old ginseng!"

Half an hour later, an exquisite sandalwood box was brought up. When the box was opened, a rich medicinal aroma instantly filled the air. Inside the box lay a dark brown ancient ginseng, its roots clearly visible, a testament to its age.

"What a great ginseng!" Old Master Lin couldn't help but admire it.

Qian Dafu said proudly, "This is a top-notch product that I spent 30 million on. Boy, you must use it well!"

However, Ye Chen only glanced at the ginseng indifferently, and then closed the box: "No need."

"What?!" Qian Dafu's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"I said no." Ye Chen repeated, then took out a set of silver needles from his bag. "Mr. Liu's illness doesn't require thousand-year-old ginseng."

The whole audience was in an uproar again, even Mr. Liu was stunned.

Qian Dafu was so angry that his face turned red: "Boy, are you kidding me?"

"I never play tricks on people." Ye Chen said as he sorted out the silver needles. "Just now I said I needed thousand-year-old ginseng, just to see if Boss Qian was sincere. Now it seems that Boss Qian is indeed an honest man."

Then he turned to Mr. Liu and said, "Old man, please lie down. I will treat you right away."

Although Mr. Liu was confused, he still lay on the makeshift bed as Ye Chen requested.

Ye Chen held the silver needles and quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points on Mr. Liu's body. Each needle was so precise, as if it was divinely assisted.

Then, he took out a few specially made moxa sticks, lit them, and performed fire therapy on Mr. Liu's chest and abdomen.

"This is...ancient acupuncture combined with fire therapy?" Old Master Lin's eyes flashed with surprise. "I've only seen records of this technique in ancient books."

As the treatment progressed, Mr. Liu's complexion began to change, and his originally sallow face gradually became rosy.

Suddenly, Mr. Liu screamed "Wow" and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Old man!" everyone exclaimed.

"Don't worry, this is a good thing." Ye Chen said calmly, "This is the residual poison in the body being forced out."

Sure enough, as he spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood, Mr. Liu's complexion became better and better, and his originally cloudy eyes became clear.

"I...I feel much better!" Old Man Liu struggled to sit up, his voice trembling with disbelief. "My chest isn't stuffy anymore, and I can breathe easier!"

The whole place was silent, and everyone stared at the scene with wide eyes.