Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Sir, what's wrong?" another officer standing next to Poker Face shouted, his legs trembling as he watched the man's breathing grow weaker and weaker.

They bear the responsibility of protecting each other, and if anything goes wrong, they will definitely be held accountable.

Moreover, Poker Face's downfall was rather sudden, without any warning whatsoever.

Not only this person, but everyone present panicked. The poker face turned into a blank face, the breath became weaker and weaker, and even the pupils gradually dilated, which were clearly signs of impending death.

This man was an official appointed by the imperial court. If he had died at Le Shi Xuan, all the onlookers would have become suspects, and the shop owner would have been held accountable. It would have been a miracle if he had closed down the shop; he might have lost his head.

"Lord Qi, what's wrong?" Wang Ba, who was being trampled under Lin Ping's feet, somehow managed to stand up and scramble to his side, only to be terrified out of his wits.

He was the one who arranged the meeting. If anything were to happen to the white-faced man, Wang Ba and the entire Wang family would be in deep trouble.

At that time, the Ministry of Justice will arrest people directly, without even needing the Prefect of the Capital Prefecture to intervene. Even if they are innocent, they will suffer endless torture in prison.

"Quickly fetch a doctor! Find the best doctors from Yiyuantang and Jiletang!" Wang Ba shouted anxiously, managing to maintain his composure.

The two servants who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead darted out like lightning. One of them ran towards the Hall of Bliss, and the other ran towards the Hall of Benefits.

In addition, one of the guards with the poker face also rushed out quickly, most likely to seek the help of the imperial physician.

Anyone who can enter the Imperial Medical Academy, even if they are only the lowest-ranking doctor, can rival the famous doctors in private clinics. After all, the people of Wu Kingdom are eager to serve in the imperial court. The Imperial Medical Academy is directly under the imperial court, and the doctors there all have official ranks.

Of course, with his poker face, he could at most find two physicians or clerks, but he could never invite the imperial physician, who was specifically there to treat the emperor and his family.

"Is it an acute myocardial infarction?" Lin Ping secretly observed Poker Face's condition and roughly made up his mind.

Aside from some congenital causes, this can be considered a disease of affluence, especially prone to occur after overeating. The reason is simple: high-calorie, high-fat foods can lead to increased blood sugar levels and platelet aggregation, thereby causing blockage of the coronary arteries.

Poker Face is a high-ranking official who deals with businessmen frequently, so he's bound to be involved in bribery and extortion. He eats delicacies every day, so his blood sugar is already quite high.

Moreover, after this person entered the room, Lin Ping discovered that his coronary atherosclerotic plaque had ruptured, and platelets in the blood had aggregated on the surface of the ruptured plaque to form a blood clot, and the symptoms were about to appear.

Sure enough, before an incense stick could burn, Poker Face had fallen ill and was now lying on the ground waiting to die.

Throughout China's 5,000-year history, the poker face is certainly not a new phenomenon, but no one has truly been able to understand it, and once it takes effect, death is inevitable.

Can the doctors at Jiletang and Yiyuantang cure it?

Go ahead and cheat!

Therefore, Lin Ping was certain that he was the only one in the entire Wu Kingdom and even the Daye Dynasty who could cure this disease.

It's not that traditional Chinese medicine is bad, but there are too few cases like this, and not many people have conducted in-depth research. Lin Ping's treatment method is also related to traditional Chinese medicine, and he doesn't even use any Western medicine. So, traditional Chinese medicine can completely treat, or even cure, this condition.

How could the medical skills of our five thousand years of Chinese civilization be inferior to mere Western medicine?

Across from Le Shi Xuan was a restaurant called Jile Tang. The servants were quite quick, and within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they had summoned a famous doctor.

There were three people in total. One of them, a round-faced fat man, ran in front, while the other two followed behind.

"Doctor Zhang, please save Lord Qi!" Wang Ba cried out as if grasping at a straw. Although Doctor Zhang's medical skills were not the best in the Paradise Hall, they were still among the best.

At the very least, the clinic across the street was entirely run by him, so he was considered an old acquaintance of Wang Ba.

Doctor Zhang glanced at the blank-faced man, completely baffled, and immediately put on a smile: "Young Master Wang, rest assured, these two behind me are renowned doctors from the Paradise Hall, enjoying a great reputation in Jiangcheng Prefecture. They happen to be here in Yingtian Prefecture today for an exchange, and I guarantee they can save Lord Qi's life."

Dr. Zhang was quite self-aware and dared not delay the best time for diagnosis and treatment, so he immediately recommended the two doctors behind him.

The two men didn't hesitate; they grabbed their medicine boxes and strode up to the pale-faced man.

One of them immediately lifted the white-faced man's eyelids to examine his pupils, and the empty, lifeless gaze startled everyone.

Next, the man took the pulse of the pale-faced man, feeling around for a long time, but still couldn't find a pulse.

The man shook his head helplessly and said, "Boss, this person has no pulse."

The so-called pulse is actually the dilation of arteries. When the pulse stops beating, it means that the heart has stopped working, and in theory, the person is already dead.

Upon hearing this, the other person was also quite surprised and felt there was no need to continue treatment.

"Impossible, this is impossible! Lord Qi was perfectly fine just now, how could he just disappear like that?" Wang Ba sat weakly on the ground, his voice choked with sobs.

"No signs at all?" the last doctor muttered to himself. "I don't believe in this nonsense!"

After speaking, the man squatted down and directly untied the robe of the white-faced man.

"What are you doing? Don't touch Lord Qi's body!" Wang Ba shouted hysterically, trying to stop the other party.

In his view, Poker Face was probably already dead, and if the body were to be defiled, he would be even more guilty.

Unfortunately, his frail body was shoved aside by the officer, who pointed at his nose and cursed, "Young Master Wang, if anything happens to Lord Qi, you won't escape responsibility either."

This person still had some sense; there must have been a reason why the doctor unbuttoned the white-faced man's clothes.

When the pale-faced man's upper body was fully exposed, the doctor's expression turned grim. He was certain that the man's chest was no longer rising and falling, meaning he had completely stopped breathing, rather than just breathing weakly.

Besides this, the doctor did not find any fatal injuries on the white-faced man.

“This is a blood vessel blockage, how can we find the wound from the surface?” Lin Ping shook his head helplessly and decided to wait and see. After all, one of the two was an old acquaintance of his, so the identity of the other was self-evident.

Li Yongnian was the second-in-command of the Pleasure Hall in Jiangcheng Prefecture, and the person he called the leader was naturally Pei Shaotian, whom Lin Ping had never met but whose name was widely known.

After a person stops breathing and their heart stops beating, there is a golden rescue time of four minutes. Once this time has passed, even if the person is saved, they will be in a vegetative state. Lin Ping should have provided immediate rescue, but he wanted to see Pei Shaotian's medical skills. Now he is somewhat disappointed.

However, the other party's skills in observation, listening, questioning and palpation were not bad, it's just that he had never seen this kind of disease before.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash from the Paradise Hall, let this old man handle it!" At this moment, an old man with a white beard walked in arrogantly, followed by two servants carrying medicine boxes.