Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

Liu Qinghong couldn't wait to sit down in front of Doctor Sun and put her wrist on the medicine pillow.

Seeing how conscientious he was, Doctor Sun stroked his beard, shook his head, and placed his hand on the patient's pulse.

After a short while, Doctor Sun frowned slightly, "Is the young master feeling unwell?"

"I've been experiencing heart palpitations, chest tightness, restlessness, and insomnia for the past two days, and I often feel thirsty," Liu Qinghong said, patting his chest. He added, "Oh, and I've also been sneezing frequently. What kind of poison do you think I've been given?"

"Poisoning?" Doctor Sun's expression changed slightly, a hint of doubt appearing on his face. "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue."

Liu Qinghong quickly did as instructed.

Dr. Sun looked the patient over carefully but couldn't find anything wrong. "Are there any other symptoms? Such as abdominal cramps, difficulty breathing, severe headaches, etc."

Liu Qinghong shook her head.

"I see that your tongue is pale red with a thin white coating, and your pulse is deep and strong, which does not suggest poisoning."

"But my limbs are burning hot, my heart is pounding and my chest is tight, and I can't sleep at night." Liu Qinghong pushed her hand forward. "Look, look! My hands are shaking too."

Doctor Sun looked at Liu Qinghong's trembling hands, which were shaking like a sieve, and carefully took his pulse again with some skepticism. He then examined Liu Qinghong's eyelids. "Your pulse is indeed fine. At most, you just have a bit of excessive yang energy. How can you be so sure you've been poisoned?"

Another quack doctor.

Those alien races practically shoved poison down his throat; they couldn't possibly be playing house with him, could they?

Besides, how could he not know if there was something wrong with his body?

Liu Qinghong said desperately, "Does your clinic have any other doctors on duty? Some more experienced ones?"

This is clearly a questioning of his medical skills, a blatant slap in the face.

Doctor Sun's face turned pale, and he glared at him coldly. "What do you mean? Do you look down on my medical skills? This is a matter of life and death; do you think I'd joke with you?"

Liu Qinghong slammed her hand on the table and raised her voice, "This is a matter of life and death, what's wrong with finding another doctor to take a look at me? Do you think I don't know whether I've been poisoned or not? It's not like I'm not going to pay for the consultation."

"Are you here to cause trouble, kid?" Doctor Sun retorted defiantly.

The conflict between the two attracted the attention of other doctors and patients in the clinic.

"Dr. Sun has been practicing medicine at Min'an Hall for over ten years, and his medical skills are widely recognized. This person is lively and energetic, and I don't think he has been poisoned."

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"Perhaps he wasn't poisoned by common poisons like arsenic or aconite, but by some rare and unusual poison that Dr. Sun had never seen before."

"Judging from his clothes and appearance, he doesn't seem like a rich young master. If it were really that kind of poison, it would be priceless. Why would they use it against him?"

The fact that he was poisoned by the foreign tribe while climbing over the city wall in the middle of the night could not be told to outsiders, and the whispers of these people meant nothing to Liu Qinghong.

But the thought that tomorrow was the deadline given by those alien races stirred his emotions and brought him deep sorrow.

Liu Qinghong slumped up from the stool.

Well, let's look on the bright side. So many doctors have said he wasn't poisoned, maybe he really wasn't?

Just as Liu Qinghong was about to leave, she suddenly felt a warm current flow through her nasal cavity.

He casually wiped his hand, and the glaring red that caught his eye made his pupils suddenly contract, as if struck by lightning.

He slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, yelling at Doctor Sun, "You still say I'm not poisoned? What kind of healthy person suddenly gets a nosebleed for no reason?"

Now the other patients who had been whispering earlier were also filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

"This... can't be real, can it?"

"How about we let Doctor Wu take his pulse as well? Doctor Wu's ancestors were imperial physicians, and his family has a long tradition of medical expertise."

"Didn't I tell you you have too much yang energy? It's possible you're getting nosebleeds." Doctor Sun's face was already pale; he felt like he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Seeing the commotion, Dr. Wu calmed Dr. Sun down, saying, "Dr. Sun has been practicing medicine at Min'an Hall for so many years, and his medical skills are evident to all. Young man, the conclusion I reached after re-examining your pulse is the same."

"But there are countless rare poisons in this world, and I believe that even the most skilled doctor cannot guarantee that he has seen every single one."

"I know a doctor who specializes in rare poisons; perhaps he can be of help to you."

As if grasping at a straw, Liu Qinghong rushed over and grabbed Doctor Wu's hand, her eyes filled with tears. "Please introduce me. If you can cure my poison, you will be my savior."

Doctor Wu nodded. "Please come with me."

The talk of a rare poison reassured Liu Qinghong and the other patients of Doctor Sun. After all, as Doctor Wu said, even the most skilled doctor cannot guarantee that he can diagnose every poison, and ordinary people don't have that chance of being poisoned.

Liu Qinghong followed Doctor Wu into the inner room.

Dr. Wu walked up to a doctor who was processing medicinal herbs and whispered a few words to him.

The doctor had a beautiful white beard, yet he was full of energy, clearly possessing superb medical skills.

He listened to Doctor Wu's whispers, nodding slightly from time to time and glancing at Liu Qinghong.

A moment later, the doctor approached Liu Qinghong and led him into a quiet clinic.

After taking his pulse, the doctor stroked his beard, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Liu Qinghong: "Decoct in water and take three times a day for five days."

In a dramatic turn of events, Liu Qinghong never expected that his life could be saved. Tears welled in his eyes as he asked, "Doctor, what poison did I ingest? Is there really an antidote?"

The doctor smiled and said, "Relax, take the medicine as I say, and you'll be fine."

What a miracle doctor! He visited five clinics, and this was the only one that said they could cure him.

Liu Qinghong held the prescription as if it were her own life, saying, "I'll bring you a plaque when I'm better!"

He walked out of Min'an Hall carrying the medicine bag. As he walked, he remembered that all medicines have some degree of toxicity, especially this kind of medicine that treats rare poisons. His steps slowed down, and he began to feel a little uneasy.

Liu Qinghong took out the prescription and looked at it carefully.

He recognized several common herbs in the prescription, which were not particularly toxic.

Bupleurum, dried tangerine peel, peony root, licorice root...

This... truly demonstrates the simplest of truths! Can this cure the poison in his body...?

How much did he pay in total, including the consultation fee?

Fifty coins.

Are the antidotes and medicinal herbs really that affordable?

Liu Qinghong became even more uneasy, her steps slowing down as a sense of unease grew in her heart.

He changed direction and, carrying the prescription, entered another pharmacy.

"Shopkeeper, could you please take a look at the medicinal properties of this prescription and tell me what ailment it's for?"

The pharmacy owner, who also had some medical knowledge, took the prescription and carefully examined it.

"Bupleurum, dried tangerine peel, peony root, chuanxiong rhizome, cyperus rhizome, immature bitter orange peel, licorice root... Isn't this Bupleurum Liver-Soothing Powder?"

"Bupleurum Liver-Soothing Powder?" Liu Qinghong continued to ask nervously, "What kind of poison does it detoxify?"

"Antidote?" The pharmacy owner seemed to have heard something unbelievable. "Isn't this medicine for hysteria? Young man, does anyone in your family suffer from hysteria?"