My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Before the black smoke in the press conference hall had even cleared, reporters carrying long lenses and microphones rushed towards the front of the stage like madmen.

The microphone was almost shoved into Ye Xunhuan's face, and the flashes were so bright they made everyone's eyes blurry.

"Dr. Ye! Are you truly a descendant of the Medicine King Valley?"

"What kind of poison did those ten people just suffer from?"

"You were cured with just one pill, is it the legendary King of Medicine Pill?"

"The Pavilion Master of Youge Pavilion has personally come to Jiangcheng. How do you plan to deal with this?"

Ye Xunhuan, with an orange-flavored lollipop in his mouth, shrank behind Su Qingyuan, looking like a hoodlum afraid of being conscripted.

He mumbled indistinctly, "Don't push, don't push, or I'll charge you. Ten lollipops for each interview, strawberry flavor. I've been eating too many lately, so forget it."

Su Qingyuan had no interest in arguing with him; her brows were furrowed tightly.

The words "Pavilion Master has landed in Jiangcheng" spoken by the Bronze Guardian just now felt like a heavy stone pressing on her heart.

Just as he was about to ask Ye Xunhuan how confident he was, his phone suddenly started vibrating like crazy.

She answered the phone, and had barely uttered a "feed" when her assistant's urgent, tearful shout came from the other end:

"President Su! Something terrible has happened! Incidents have occurred simultaneously in four districts of the city!"

"Many people suddenly foamed at the mouth, collapsed, and convulsed, exhibiting symptoms exactly the same as those at the press conference! Emergency rooms at major hospitals are overflowing, and there simply aren't enough ambulances!"

Su Qingyuan's face turned pale instantly.

"What?! How could so many people suddenly be poisoned?"

"I don't know! Some people say it's a problem with the tap water, others say it's toxic air from the air conditioners in the mall. The streets are in chaos!"

Before the assistant could finish speaking, another call came in; it was from the housekeeper of the Su family's old residence.

The old man's voice trembled like a leaf:

"Young Miss! You need to get back to the hospital quickly! The old man suddenly couldn't breathe, and his whole body has turned black!"

"The monitors are all screaming, and Mr. Yao said... he's afraid they won't be able to hold on!"

With a "thud," Su Qingyuan almost dropped her phone.

She swayed, and her vision blurred.

Her grandfather was her only support in the Su family. If the old man passed away, the Su family would truly collapse.

At that moment, a large hand firmly supported her waist.

Ye Xunhuan crunched the lollipop in his mouth, his nonchalant tone carrying an unquestionable air.

"What's the panic? Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

"Let's go to the hospital."

As he spoke, he pulled Su Qingyuan towards the backstage area. After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped, looked around, and frowned deeply.

"...Where is the parking lot again? I was so busy watching the commotion when I came in that I didn't remember the way."

Su Qingyuan was almost in tears, but when she heard this, she almost laughed in anger and quickly pointed to the right.

Ye Xunhuan, without batting an eye, solemnly lied, "I was deliberately testing you to see if you panicked. You're alright, you're not stupid."

The hospital was in complete chaos.

The area downstairs in the inpatient building was packed with people, a cacophony of cries, screams, and ambulance sirens.

The corridor was filled with poisoned patients, each foaming at the mouth and convulsing. The nurses were running back and forth, their shoes almost worn out.

The two squeezed into the VIP ward on the top floor, and as soon as they pushed open the door, they heard the piercing long beep of the monitor.

Yao Chen, the old doctor, stood by the hospital bed, his head covered in sweat, his silver needles trembling.

The old man on the bed had a bluish-black face, purple lips, and his chest was heaving weaker and weaker; he was clearly about to pass away.

A pile of used silver needles and empty medicine bottles lay on the ground, clearly indicating that all methods had been tried.

"Master Yao, my grandfather..." Su Qingyuan's voice trembled as she rushed over and grabbed the old man's hand.

Yao Chen turned around, his old face as pale as paper. He looked at Ye Xunhuan as if he had seen a savior, but his eyes were full of despair.

"Seeking pleasure... it's the Ten Thousand Poisons Powder. The Ten Thousand Poisons Powder from the Netherworld Pavilion!"

"It's from the same source as the Nine Netherworld Poison mentioned at the press conference, but this is an enhanced version, exploding directly from the residual poison in the old man's body!"

"This poison can only be cured with the Ice Soul Lotus as the main ingredient, but the Ice Soul Lotus grows in the far north ice plains. Let alone three days, it might not be possible to obtain even one plant in three months! Without the main ingredient, even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal came, he... he couldn't save us!"

Su Qingyuan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Ye Xunhuan, with a lollipop in his mouth, slowly approached the hospital bed, reached out and gently pulled at the old man's eyelids, then pinched the old man's wrist and touched it for a couple of seconds.

He curled his lip, turned to look at Yao Chen, his tone full of disdain:

"Hey old man, are you getting old and your eyesight isn't what it used to be?"

"This is clearly a mixture of three poisons. The Ten Thousand Poisons Powder is mixed with two kinds of cold poisons as a base. It's no wonder that you can't suppress it by just using the Ten Thousand Poisons Powder to detoxify it."

"What...what did you say?" Yao Chen was stunned.

"Just say you're stupid."

Ye Xunhuan spat out the candy stick in his mouth and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can, hitting it precisely.

He pulled out a needle pouch from his pocket, holding seven or eight silver needles between his fingertips, his movements so fast they were just afterimages.

"Watch closely, I'm going to teach you a trick today. I'll charge you ten catties of top-grade herbs as tuition later."

Before he finished speaking, the silver needles had already pierced several acupoints on the old man's chest, neck, and wrist with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound.

His fingers flew, each needle moving with incredible precision. Finally, he flicked a small black pill into the old man's mouth, then gently pressed his fingertip against the old man's Adam's apple, causing the pill to slide down.

The whole thing took less than ten seconds.

The ward fell silent instantly, with only the beeping of the monitor remaining.

The piercing long beep gradually subsided, and the heartbeat curve on the screen slowly changed from a straight line back to an undulating waveform.

The old man's ashen complexion faded at a visible speed, and his breathing became steady.

"This...this is stable?"

Yao Chen stared wide-eyed, leaning closer to look at the monitor repeatedly; his hands were trembling.

"A cure for all three poisons... Your acupuncture technique... is even more miraculous than the Valley Master's back then!"

"A small matter."

Ye Xunhuan clapped his hands, took out a new lollipop and put it in his mouth, displaying a "basic skills" attitude.

He was just about to say something to the doctor when the ward door was pushed open with a bang.

A group of people in white coats came in, led by an old man with gold-rimmed glasses, a beer belly, and a face that screamed "I'm an expert, I'm awesome."

Behind him followed several prominent families from Jiangcheng, each with a grim expression, as if they were attending a funeral.

"Who gave you permission to administer acupuncture to the patient without authorization? Huh?!"

As soon as the leading expert, Wang, entered the room, he shouted at the top of his lungs. His gaze swept over the silver needles on the bed, and his face instantly fell.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

"The poison in the patient is Youge's unique poison, 'Ten Thousand Poisons Powder'."

"Is it okay to just stick needles in there? Who will be responsible if someone dies?"

He walked to the bedside, glanced at the monitor, then at the medicine dust, and gave a sarcastic snort:

"Who do we have here? Isn't this Yao Chen from Medicine King Valley?"

"Medicine King Valley disappeared twenty years ago, and you still dare to come out and swindle people now?"

"There is no antidote for the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Powder,' this is a consensus in the entire toxicology community. Do you think a few injections will work?"

Yao Chen was so angry that his face turned red, but he couldn't refute her.

After all, in the eyes of the world, Medicine King Valley and the young master's mother, Yao Ningshuang, had been destroyed and disappeared for twenty years. So, what he, a "remnant" of Medicine King Valley, said really didn't carry much weight.

Su Qingyuan stepped forward, her voice somewhat unsure: "Professor Wang, my grandfather's condition has stabilized; it was my husband who saved him."

"Stable? What do you mean stable!" Expert Wang scoffed, glancing sideways at Ye Xunhuan. Seeing that he was so young yet still had a lollipop in his mouth, he felt even more unreliable.

"Kid, do you even have a medical license? Do you even know what toxicology is?"

"Did you know that the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Powder' is composed of seventy-two layers of poison?"

"Do you know that besides the Ice Soul Lotus and the Medicine King Valley Master's 'Medicine Frost,' there is another extraordinary person in this world who can cure this poison, Ye Xunhuan? No one else can cure it?"

"The old man can only hold on for two more hours at most; after that, even a miracle won't save him!"

"I advise you to prepare for your funeral immediately and stop engaging in these crooked practices that are delaying our expert team's research on the patient's condition."