The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter 155 Help Me Kill Someone

What's the problem?

But his gaze sharpened, and he immediately picked up the bowl of medicine, without Mo Bai stopping him.

When Manager Wu and the servant heard him say those words with certainty, they both panicked completely in an instant.

Shopkeeper Wu's face immediately changed, and he was about to fly into a rage, but then he remembered that there was a patient present, so he quickly begged Mo Bai for mercy, "Dr. Bai, I will arrange for someone to re-cook the medicine for you. Don't worry, I will make this guy tell the truth."

"I wouldn't dare trouble you!" Mo Bai, however, was unmoved this time, still looking at the servant: "Tell me, what's the deal with this bowl of medicine?"

Seeing his unprecedented indifference, Manager Wu felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, there were still patients in the clinic, and now that they saw the commotion, they all craned their necks to look in their direction.

"Dr. Bai, why don't we talk inside?" Manager Wu pleaded again with a pained expression.

"Manager Wu, if this matter has nothing to do with you, you'd better not get involved. Otherwise, although my life may not be worth much, it is not something to be slaughtered at will!" Mo Bai suddenly turned around, his eyes sharper than ever before, piercing Manager Wu.

"This..." Manager Wu's lips trembled for a moment, and he didn't dare to say another word.

At this moment, he felt a little dizzy and his body was trembling slightly, but he subconsciously looked at the bowl of medicine in Doctor Chen's hand, his eyes filled with horror.

What does that mean?

To be slaughtered at will?

The medicine... is poisonous!

Just as Dr. Chen raised his head to ask something, upon hearing Mo Bai's words, his eyes widened instantly, and his hand trembled, causing more soup to drip.

He immediately lowered his head again, his brows furrowed deeply, and stared intently.

But once the medicine has been brewed, how can one tell what it is?

With a heavy heart, he dipped his finger in a drop of the medicine and, under the trembling gaze of Manager Wu, put it in his mouth.

He squinted slightly, but still couldn't detect anything amiss, unconsciously muttering, "Jiangcao, Xunlonggen, Laoshen..."

Clearly, he has some skill; he can taste some herbs.

However, he stopped muttering to himself. He couldn't see anything unusual. He knew the prescription for the medicines Mo Bai used, and he didn't sense any particularly conflicting medicinal properties.

However, he did not speak immediately. He had no idea about Doctor Bai's skills. He only knew that he was extremely skilled, but he could not be sure if there were any doctors in the world who could know the secret of a soup just by looking at its color and smelling its aroma.

The servant, finally recovering from his shock—or rather, his horror—was trembling, his eyes red and his body shaking. "Doctor Bai... Doctor Bai... there's nothing... nothing at all..."

He was nervous and couldn't explain it clearly.

Mo Bai's expression remained cold, his eyes sharp as knives: "You personally prepared my medicine, but did you follow the prescription and dosage?"

"Yes, yes, Dr. Bai, please believe me. I will never be negligent in administering your medicine. I will weigh every single ingredient carefully. Absolutely, absolutely no mistake..." The servant was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Manager Wu didn't dare to utter another sound.

At that moment, Doctor Chen stared at the servant and asked, "Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

"Dr. Chen, please believe me. I've prepared medicine for Dr. Bai many times, and I've always been very careful and never made a mistake. Please, please believe me." The servant pleaded incessantly, as if he were grasping at a lifeline.

Dr. Chen fell silent and stared at the medicinal soup again.

Mo Bai also fell silent for a moment, but then reached out and dipped his finger into the medicinal soup in Doctor Chen's hand, put it in his mouth, and Doctor Chen immediately looked up and stared intently at him.

However, in an instant, Mo Bai's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly snapped open, the cold light in them intensifying, and his voice, low and chilling, said, "I'll ask you one more time, was this bowl of medicine prepared according to the prescription?"

The servant's face turned even paler. He opened his mouth, wanting to say yes, but he was too horrified to utter a sound. He could only nod repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, the clinic became lively, with all the apprentices and servants gathered around, not daring to breathe loudly.

Finally, Dr. Chen spoke up: "Dr. Bai, I'm afraid my eyesight is poor; I don't know what's wrong with this medicinal soup?"

Mo Bai finally withdrew his gaze from the servant's face and looked at the bowl of medicinal soup, his expression icy: "It's not that you're blind, but this bowl of medicinal soup is truly made with great care. If I hadn't been ill for a long time and tried every dosage in the prescription, and hadn't studied it carefully, I probably wouldn't have noticed. This bowl of soup is brewed with exceptional skill, and the medicinal materials used are indeed those in the original prescription, but there's a major problem with the dosage!"

"Hmm? Big problem?" Manager Chen's gaze sharpened again as he looked at Mo Bai.

The servant immediately exclaimed, "Impossible, Doctor Bai! Absolutely impossible! Believe me, I weighed every single ingredient carefully..."

"I wonder which medicine has a dosage problem!" Dr. Chen spoke again, this time with an even more somber tone.

Mo Bai snorted coldly: "If it's not just one or two ingredients, then so be it; it's just a mistake he made in his haste. But if at least six or more of the ingredients are problematic, then it's definitely not something that can be explained away by carelessness... Hmm."

At this point, Mo Bai suddenly paused: "The dosage was added so skillfully, even the color and taste of the medicine were perfectly matched. Even I, if I hadn't been cautious, would probably have fallen for it. You don't have that kind of ability. Tell me, who instructed you!"

"Dr. Bai, it's really not true, please believe me, it's really not true!" the servant kept denying.

Mo Bai's words, however, gave Dr. Chen a sudden shock.

At the same time, Manager Wu's face turned pale for a moment, and the two of them involuntarily looked at each other.

Clearly, they all had something in mind.

Dr. Zhu!

That's right, Manager Wu knows a lot.

However, Dr. Chen was thinking about the problems that Mo Bai and Dr. Zhu had with Master Qi's condition.

The two glanced at each other briefly, but dared not look any longer, nor did they dare to utter a sound.

The servant boy really cried, cried pitifully, and kept begging Mo Bai to believe him, that he absolutely hadn't done it.

After a long pause, Mo Bai finally spoke, "When you were decocting the medicine, did you leave the room? Were there any other people present?"

"No, no, last night it was just me and Doctor Zhu in the clinic. I stayed here the whole time... Apart from opening the door for Doctor Zhu, I stayed by the medicine stove the whole time. No outsiders came in." The servant was unaware of the problem in his words.

Manager Wu's expression immediately changed drastically. Ignoring the large number of people present, he shouted, "How dare you! You dare to slander me..."

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing his mistake.

"Uh..." The servant was stunned.

The others were also stunned for a moment, and then their eyes began to show fear.

Mo Bai's face turned completely cold. He suddenly turned to look at Manager Wu: "Tell Doctor Zhu for me that I am unworthy of his hard work in researching the prescription for me all night, but I will remember it forever!"

After saying that, he picked up his medicine box without another word, turned around and left.

The clinic was silent. Manager Wu was covered in cold sweat. He watched his back as he was about to leave, his lips trembling, unsure of how to react.

He knew something terrible had happened, something terrible had happened!

Just before leaving, Mo Bai suddenly stopped without turning around, but his voice came: "Doctor Chen, you can place this bowl of medicine on the counter. I'm going to Master Qi's house now. Let me give you a piece of advice: I, Bai Changqing, can't do anything to anyone who dares to touch this bowl of medicine, but Master Qi's illness will probably have to be treated by you!"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Chen immediately placed the herbal medicine on the counter, then woke up and hurriedly called out to Mo Bai, "Dr. Bai, please don't worry, perhaps there's a misunderstanding..."

He wasn't helping Dr. Zhu, but rather worried about Mo Bai. After all, to be honest, if there was nothing wrong with the medicine...

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Chen. As for the specifics, it's not difficult to discern the nature of this medicine. Prepare another dose according to the original prescription, and then examine the taste of the broth. You will then find that the reddish tinge on the bowl of broth in your hand is more pronounced. This is because the dosage of the powdered ingredient has been increased excessively. The taste is also less pungent than before. With your skill, you will be able to discern the difference clearly. There are many renowned doctors on the Pearl Coast; careful examination will not be difficult to detect the anomaly. With careful study, you will surely understand the change in the medicine's properties. This medicine is indeed non-toxic to ordinary people, so the dregs cannot be used as evidence. However, if I take it, I will die within a short time. You will be able to discern the situation yourself!"

Mo Bai understood the method clearly, and without further hesitation, he went out, hailed a rickshaw, and shouted, "Concession!"

Inside the clinic, the medicinal soup was still sloshing slightly, but no one dared to approach. Manager Wu, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, forced a smile and trembled as he shouted, "What are you all doing here? This matter will be handled. Get back to work!"

Doctor Chen stared silently at the medicinal soup, but Manager Wu spoke to him, "Doctor Chen, about this matter..."

Dr. Chen suddenly turned away, refusing to listen further and offering no opinion.

Shopkeeper Wu's face turned even paler. The medicinal soup was so irritating. The key point was that he and Doctor Zhu had long been inseparable, and they had done many things together.

If something happens to Dr. Zhu...

He really wanted to throw away the bowl of medicine, but with everyone watching, he didn't dare touch it. Instead, he immediately went upstairs to contact Doctor Zhu.

But then he paused, looking at the bowl of medicine, and then instructed a servant beside him that they would not do business today.

Then he went upstairs and called Dr. Zhu.

"What?" Dr. Zhu, gripping the phone, turned deathly pale. His body went limp, and he nearly dropped the phone. He muttered, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

On the other end of the line, Manager Wu held the phone, his heart sinking completely.

What else could I say? It really was him.

"How is this possible? No one can tell the difference. Tell me, what happened?" Doctor Zhu's voice was hoarse and his face was completely ferocious. Even if you killed him, you wouldn't believe it. Even after observing for a long time, Doctor Chen still couldn't see through the tricks he had done.

Even if you test the dregs of the medicine, you absolutely won't be able to detect it. Mo Bai might have noticed it before he died, but it's impossible that he knew it before he even drank it.

"Dr. Zhu, the bowl of medicine is still here with us. Dr. Bai has already explained the testing method in public, and Dr. Chen is also here... What should we do? What should we do now?" Manager Wu was also panicking at this moment.

Dr. Zhu had no more illusions; he had to believe Mo Bai's words.

Startled, Doctor Zhu shouted, "It's collapsed! It's collapsing right now! What are you waiting for? Go immediately!"

"But Doctor Bai said..." Manager Wu dared not pour it out. If the Qi family was really angry, wouldn't he be admitting his guilt and having no way out if he poured out the medicine?

"I don't care what method you use, deal with it right now! If you don't handle it properly, we'll both be dead!" Dr. Zhu was already in a state of agitation. The series of events had brought him to the brink of collapse, and he was far from being able to stay calm.

How could he withstand the successive blows?

Especially when the last straw was broken, he suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by enemies.

It seemed like fate was conspiring against him. Something completely impossible had happened, yet it did. The medicine soup was enough to detect his incredibly delicate hands and feet.

Can you provide a method to verify this?

Dr. Zhu collapsed to the floor, drenched in cold sweat, and suddenly roared into the room, "Someone, quickly pack your things..."

However, he only shouted halfway before suddenly stopping, his whole body stiffening, and he slowly slumped to the ground, his eyes flickering again.

Where else could he escape to? The Qi family was furious, and the entire Pearl Coast would become his burial ground!

"Don't run away, calm down, calm down!" He wiped the sweat from his face, forcing himself to calm down.

"Qi family, Qi family..." He closed his eyes and muttered incoherently, only he knew what he was thinking in this most critical moment.

Suddenly the phone on the table rang again. Dr. Zhu jumped in fright and crawled backward on all fours...

"Ring ring..."

One sound, two sounds, three sounds...

Dr. Zhu's eyes flickered. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he still trembled as he got up and hesitantly answered the phone.

"Dr. Zhu, my elder brother has also been arrested by the Patrol Division, you must..." A voice filled with fear and hysteria came from behind.

"Huh?" Dr. Zhu's head was buzzing, and he wasn't sure if he had heard what was being said on the other end. Suddenly, he froze and yelled into the phone, "Kill someone for me! Immediately, right now, within an hour—no, half an hour! The sooner the better!"

"..." The voice on the other end suddenly froze: "What did you say? Murder?"

"Stop asking, hurry up and kill him! We'll all be fine. If we can't kill him, we'll all die together!" Doctor Zhu shouted, wiping the sweat from his face with trembling hands.

The person on the other end seemed stunned by his panic, and it took them a long time to respond: "Kill who?"