Noon.

Dr. Luo was sitting with a group of doctors, eating pancakes and drinking porridge.

When the nineteenth man lifted the curtain, Doctor Luo had just taken Ren Yuan's porridge, saying with a smug look, "Young man, do you understand what it means to be filial to your elders?"

Ren Yuan was already used to Doctor Luo's unconventional personality, so he just smiled and didn't refute her.

When everyone saw that Nineteen was covered in sweat and breathing unsteadily, it was clear that he had run there.

Dr. Huang put down the pancake in his hand, stood up, and asked, "When did this happen?"

Nineteen looked around at the people sitting nearby, and after locking onto his target, he saw Doctor Luo holding a bowl, burying his head in it and drinking the porridge voraciously, as if afraid someone would snatch it from him.

He strode up to Doctor Luo, squatted down to his shoulder, and said, "Doctor Luo, the head of Kangle Township has an important matter that requires your help."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Luo finished the last grain of rice in his bowl and continued eating with lingering satisfaction. When he looked at Nineteen again, his cloudy gaze became resolute.

He stood up abruptly. "Quick, take me there."

After saying this, Doctor Luo quickly walked out of the tent, and Nineteen followed him.

The wounded soldiers' camp was some distance from the commander's tent. During this distance, Doctor Luo's face was tense, and he knew that Lu Qiqi must have encountered a problem.

Otherwise, with her medical skills and clever mind, she wouldn't have needed to specifically ask Nineteen to come and ask him for help.

The two hurried to the main tent. Although Madam Luo was old, she walked briskly and actually walked ahead of the young man, Nineteen.

As soon as Doctor Luo stepped into the tent, Lu Qiqi went to greet him.

She took a few steps forward and pointed at Xing Zhi, saying, "Doctor Luo, this man was poisoned by the Tartars and is now blind, but the poison is beginning to spread."

"This junior's skills are insufficient; I humbly request Doctor Luo to save him from this dire situation and detoxify him."

Doctor Luo stood still and sneered, "If your skills are so poor, then the Ren family father and son will be so ashamed that they'll want to bang their heads against the wall?"

Lu Qiqi didn't expect the old man to praise her while simultaneously putting her down. She didn't know how to react for a moment and could only laugh awkwardly.

To her surprise, Ren Yuan and Imperial Physician Ren were outside the tent at that time, separated from Doctor Luo only by a curtain.

Therefore, he listened to every word Dr. Luo said.

Ren Yuan is young and self-aware, and what Doctor Luo said was true, so there's nothing wrong with it.

However, as Imperial Physician Ren grew older, now over fifty, he was still being criticized for his lack of skill, which made him lose face, and his face turned bright red.

Like Ren Yuan, he couldn't refute it, so he could only complain in his heart: "Dr. Luo, that old man, at such an advanced age, can't he learn to speak more tactfully?"

Doctor Luo spotted Xing Zhi in the armchair at a glance. He walked into the tent, came to Xing Zhi's side, and said, "Girl, the person you mentioned who was poisoned, is that him?"

Lu Qiqi nodded and replied, "That's right."

Doctor Luo picked up Xing Zhi's wrist, took his pulse, and sighed repeatedly.

This has caused even someone as calm and composed as Xing Zhi to begin to wonder if he's about to meet his end.

Lu Qiqi's gaze was fixed on Xing Zhi's temple, where he had transferred the toxins.

Two black flowers bloomed on either side of Xing Zhi's temples, with vine-like toxins extending outwards.

She had never seen such a peculiar poison before.

After Doctor Luo finished examining Xing Zhi's eyeballs, Lu Qiqi finally asked, "How is it?"

Doctor Luo didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "This is indeed the poison of the Tartars, and this poison is called witchcraft."

Legend has it that this poison was created by Tatar witch doctors, and over time, with successive generations of witch doctors, the poison used for each type of witchcraft has changed.

Lu Qiqi was the first to suspect the origin of voodoo.

As far as she knew, although Sudiya was the daughter of the Tatar king, voodoo was not something that just anyone could obtain. Otherwise, if someone had malicious intentions, wouldn't it be easy for the Tatar king to change hands?

Moreover, since witch doctors are highly respected among the Tatars, they would certainly not be coerced into handing over their witchcraft.

Thinking of this, Lu Qiqi offered her speculation, "Doctor Luo, is it possible that this voodoo is not orthodox, but rather created through some other combination?"

Upon hearing Lu Qiqi's words, Doctor Luo raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at her with a "you're a promising student" gaze. "You're right, this poison doesn't look like orthodox voodoo."

However, finding a cure for this poison is not an easy task.

The patient needs to be bled dry with silver needles to expel the toxins. Bleeding should be done every three hours for two consecutive days, followed by topical application of medicine.

Dr. Luo paused for a moment before continuing the sentence.

The reason was that he looked at the young man in front of him, who was tall and full of vigor. If he survived but was left with an eye disease, he didn't know if he could accept it.

Song Yanqing sat silently to the side, her gaze fixed on Xing Zhi.

Xing Zhi closed his eyes, his vision was obstructed, and he could not see the facial expressions of the people around him, but precisely because of this, his hearing was magnified many times over.

The surrounding sounds stopped abruptly. Doctor Luo had only spoken halfway through his sentence, and Xing Zhi knew perfectly well that what Doctor Luo was about to say was bound to be detrimental to him.

Xing Zhi said as if nothing had happened, "Doctor Luo, please speak freely. Although I consider myself extraordinary, I am not someone who can be easily defeated."

That one short sentence impressed Dr. Luo.

He smiled and said to Lu Qiqi, "The younger generation is truly formidable."

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Dr. Luo's words plunged them back into despair.

He said, "This poison can be cured, but it has stayed in your body for too long, and I cannot guarantee whether it will restore your sight."

Xing Zhi pretended to be relaxed and said, "I am already extremely grateful to have my life spared. If I really go completely blind one day, I will set up a stall and tell fortunes under the overpass."

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