The others were terrified and instinctively moved away from Zhang Fan.

That's terrifying, that's too eerie.

Huang Yan looked up at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with terror.

Zhang Fan: "The cyst in your throat has ruptured. Keep your mouth closed now and wait for the bleeding to stop."

Huang Yan dared not speak and could only nod repeatedly.

The other man's face twitched slightly, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Did you do this?"

Zhang Fan glanced at the man and said indifferently, "Your kidneys are not good, and you have a problem with back pain."

The man instinctively replied, "You...how did you know?"

The others exchanged glances, all seeing shock and fear in each other's eyes.

Zhang Fan's gaze swept over everyone at the table, and he would say something to each person he looked at, but he deliberately avoided commenting on Zhao Lin.

"You drool in your sleep at night and you wet the bed."

People looked at him with disdain; he was in his fifties and sixties, yet he still wet the bed.

The person sitting next to Huang Yan looked embarrassed and wished he could disappear into the ground.

"You have something growing on your liver, that's why your eyes are yellow."

The person being commented on instinctively retorted, "My eyes are yellow because I'm old. Don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Fan said calmly, "Believe it or not, if this isn't dealt with, you'll only live for six months at most."

Ying Xin, sitting on Zhao Lin's other side, hesitated upon hearing this, "What...what evidence do you have?"

Zhang Fan: "You have a dark line on your stomach, growing upwards from your private parts. Once it reaches your chest, you're doomed."

Ying Xin's face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground with a thud: "Please, divine doctor, save me!"

The dark line on his stomach was known only to those close to him, and he had specifically instructed them not to tell anyone.

This young man knows all this, and there's only one possibility: the miracle doctor is alive!

Yingxin lifted her clothes and indeed saw a black line extending from the edge of her pants all the way up to her chest.

"This black line appeared a month ago. It doesn't hurt or itch, so I didn't pay any attention to it." Ying Xin's eyes were full of pleading. "There will be a generous reward after it's done!"

Zhang Fan: "I need a needle."

Zhao Lin slightly raised his chin, and the secretary standing behind him immediately understood, stepping out of the private room in her high heels.

A moment later, the secretary brought over an embroidery needle and walked up to Zhang Fan: "Will this one be alright?"

The secretary was in her thirties. Unlike Bai Rou'er's pure and innocent nature, she exuded the charm of a mature woman.

Her fair face was adorned with exquisite makeup, and her large red lips stood out on her small, round face. The elegant and poised Qiongbao wore two large pearl earrings that swayed gently with her movements.

She wore a white chiffon blouse on top and a black pencil skirt that accentuated her curves. The black fishnet fabric added a touch of sexiness, and the stiletto heels made her legs look even longer.

She parted her red lips slightly: "Is this alright?"

Zhang Fan nodded, took the embroidery needle, sterilized it briefly by heating it on a lighter, and whispered to Ying Xin, "I'll bleed her first."

He pinched Yingxin's thumb and forcefully stabbed the acupoint near the nail crease.

The blow was extremely heavy, and Yingxin couldn't help but let out a cry.

He looked at the spot where his finger had been pricked; it was empty, not a single drop of blood had seeped out.

Zhang Fan remained calm, as if he had known this all along.

He put two fingers together and placed them on the Liver Shu acupoint, releasing a little spiritual energy to force the toxins out of the liver along the meridians.

A drop of black liquid slowly seeped from the pierced fingertip. Zhang Fan calmly said, "Bring me a bowl."

Huang Yan brought over a clean, empty bowl and placed it under Ying Xin's fingertips to catch it.

A clump of black blood slowly dripped down, thick as if it had been mixed with paste, emitting a foul stench that couldn't be blocked even by pinching your nose.

Yingxin stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the black blood in the bowl, her mouth agape as if she could fit an egg in it, frozen in place like a wooden statue.

The black blood became increasingly thin until it turned bright red, at which point Zhang Fan stopped.

He lit the black blood in my bowl with a lighter, and a strong, pungent smell of glue hit me, making me dizzy.

Everyone stared silently at the ball of flame, their eyes filled with shock.

The air was silent, and everyone unconsciously slowed their breathing, afraid of disturbing Zhang Fan.

"alright."

As soon as Zhang Fan spoke, Ying Xin dared to speak again, respectfully asking, "May I ask your honorable surname, divine physician?"

"Zhang Fan."

"Dr. Zhang, what's wrong with me? Can I still live?"

Zhang Fan: "For long-term food poisoning, just drink more mung bean water when you get home."

Ying Xin's face turned horrified. He went through the suspects in his mind but came up with nothing. He frowned and asked, "Dr. Zhang, can you tell what I ate that caused the poisoning?"

Zhang Fan spoke frankly: "It's too long to tell, but one thing is certain: it requires long-term, large-volume consumption of incompatible foods."

"For example, eating snails and enoki mushrooms together can cause heartburn, which can be fatal in severe cases; eating chrysanthemums and chicken together can cause poisoning; and eating mutton and bamboo shoots together can cause poisoning..."

Zhang Fan mentioned several common types of food poisoning, and then said, "Your illness is not acute, so you probably haven't eaten many foods that are incompatible with each other. I suggest you start by checking the people around you."

Yingxin's eyes widened, and she murmured, "It was him."

He clasped his hands in gratitude and said, "Thank you very much, Dr. Zhang. I have important business to attend to, but I will definitely visit you another day to express my sincere thanks."

After getting Zhang Fan's bank card number and saying goodbye to the others, Ying Xin hurriedly left.

The man who had just been told he had kidney deficiency approached respectfully: "Dr. Zhang, my illness..."

Zhang Fan: "Ten doses of medicine, cures the disease, 100,000 yuan."

This group of people has plenty of money, and Zhang Fan felt that his asking price was reasonable.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Zhang!"

Zhao Lin finally couldn't help but speak up: "Young friend, would it be possible to have a private conversation?"

Zhang Fan nodded, and Huang Yan and the others understood and left.

After everyone left, only Zhang Fan and Zhao Lin remained in the private room. Zhao Lin, abandoning his composure, pulled out a chair and pleaded, "Miracle Doctor, please save me."

Zhang Fan's voice was icy: "Do you believe in my abilities now?"

Zhao Lin touched his nose sheepishly and explained, "I tested the divine doctor multiple times because I was cheated out of a lot of money before. Please don't be angry."

Zhang Fan remained silent with a cold expression, while Zhao Lin spoke sincerely: "As long as the divine doctor can cure me, I will be eternally grateful."

This benefit is very tempting. Zhao Lin is the richest man in Jiangcheng City and has countless resources under his control. No matter how you look at it, it's a great deal.

Zhang Fan remained seated, his gaze fixed on the ebony bracelet.

Zhao Lin understood and, without the slightest hesitation, took off the ebony bracelet from his wrist and stuffed it into Zhang Fan's hand: "Dr. Zhang, please save me!"