Ye Qingqing learned about this from Lu Mo. Although she felt a little regretful, she didn't care. Lu Qingquan's fate was already sealed; it was just a matter of time.

Moreover, Lu Qingquan was sentenced to five years. Although he was spared the hardship of prison, he could not leave Pingjiang City for those five years. He had to report to his superiors wherever he went, so life was not easy, especially for an ambitious person like Lu Qingquan.

November arrived quickly, the weather turned cool, and the autumn wind was bleak. Everyone put on thick coats. Ye Mingcheng's clinic finally opened, located in his own house. After searching for a storefront for a long time without finding a suitable one, Ye Qingqing suggested opening it in their own house, since the house was spacious and they could save on rent.

Ye Mingcheng thought it was pretty good. By running a clinic in his own home, he could take care of his family and earn money at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

Because Ye Mingcheng has been busy lately, everyone in the neighborhood who has a headache, fever, cold or flu goes to him for treatment and he cures them without spending much money. As a result, the neighborhood is all waiting for Ye Mingcheng to open his shop!

As soon as the small clinic opened, it attracted a lot of patients, mostly neighbors from the neighborhood, and even some people who lived far away, having heard of Ye Mingcheng's excellent medical skills and made a special trip to see him.

Although the clinic couldn't be described as booming, it did have a lot of patients every day. Ye Mingcheng's fees were reasonable, and the treatments were effective. Everyone who saw him said it was good, and they would even go back and advertise to their relatives and friends. As a result, patients came in droves every day, and Ye Mingcheng couldn't keep up with all of them.

Zhu Zi volunteered to help, and Ye Mingcheng was quite tempted, but Ye Qingqing resolutely refused.

"Dad, what kind of illness do you want him to treat? All he knows is poisoning. Don't let him poison all your patients to death," Ye Qingqing said irritably.

She now realized that Zhu Zi was poisoned from head to toe, and if he wanted to, anyone who touched him would die.

The reason Zhu Zi looks like a normal person now is because she has deliberately concealed herself, but there is still one area that cannot be touched—

Left palm.

Zhu Zi has a cinnabar mole on the palm of her left hand, as red as blood, about the size of a mung bean. It looks like an ordinary mole, but it is actually the most poisonous spot on Zhu Zi's body. Anyone who touches it will be poisoned, suffering injuries or even death.

Ye Qingqing was always puzzled: what would happen if Zhu Zi touched that cinnabar mole?

Although she warned him, Ye Mingcheng was soft-hearted and felt that Ye Qingqing was exaggerating. He thought that Zhu Zi was a pretty good young man.

So, Ye Mingcheng, who was too busy to handle everything, asked Zhu Zi, who was bored, for help. The effect was immediate. Zhu Zi not only knew how to poison, but she also knew how to treat illnesses, and her medical skills were no less than Ye Mingcheng's.

With Zhu Zi's help, Ye Mingcheng's life became much easier, and he saw more and more patients, many of whom were women.

From old ladies to young girls, whether sick or not, everyone came, just to catch a glimpse of the handsome Zhu Zi. They were all like infatuated fans.

However, Zhu Zi remained aloof as always, ignoring everyone. But the more she ignored him, the more infatuated the women became, and her clinic business flourished.

Ye Qingqing noticed Zhu Zi's impatience and warned her in advance, "If you dare to cause trouble at my clinic, I will never take care of Tian Tian again."

Zhu Zi glanced at her indifferently, "You can leave the clinic."

Ye Qingqing's scalp tightened, and she shouted, "No, not even in the entire Pingjiang City!"