Chapter 247 A Sensation on Weibo! Inviting the Divine Doctor to the Front Lines [2 Updates]
The woman's eyes sharpened instantly, her aura turned icy, and her voice deepened: "Are you questioning me?"
As soon as she said that, Lance and Bessie were on high alert.
“It’s not a question, it’s a request for you to demonstrate your abilities so that we can admire them.” Ying Zijin nodded. “This is a new type of poison that the Bevin family purchased from the Third Poison Master. There is currently no antidote.”
"However, I believe that as the world's number one poison master, you will definitely be able to undo it."
The middle-aged man was completely bewildered and couldn't help but lower his voice: "Miss, when did you ask that lunatic for his new poison?"
Rita stomped on his foot: "Shut your mouth."
The woman looked at the pastry in the bottle and sneered, "Since the Bevin family is so insincere, then this cooperation is off."
She didn't want the calming flower anymore and turned to leave.
But a hand, with lightning speed, instantly grabbed her shoulder.
Rita was about to stop it, but she was shocked when she saw what was happening.
As everyone knows, poisoners are poisonous all over, even the twentieth-ranked poisoner.
If you touch them without their permission, you will be poisoned immediately.
This is the number one poison master.
Touching her would be the least of your worries; you'd die instantly.
Unless, this is fake!
Rita's pupils contracted, and she shouted sharply, "Guards, seize him!"
At this command, all the people hiding in the shadows came out and quickly surrounded the woman.
But before they could get close, the woman's body suddenly began to convulse.
Her head lolled to the side, and she fell to the ground.
"What the hell?" Rita stepped forward with a cold face. "Still pretending to be dead?"
"Don't go over there." Ying Zijing raised her hand to stop her. "It's poisonous."
"What?"
Rita paused for a moment, then looked over again, her expression changing drastically.
The woman's body on the ground gradually caved in, and in just half a minute, she turned into a skeleton.
Even the bones began to show black veins.
Within seconds, the poison had invaded all of the woman's internal organs and skin, breaking down all her cells—a truly terrifying act.
Even if he's not the number one poison master, this level of poison is enough to rank him among the top ten in the world.
Not only do poison masters have a ranking system, but poisons themselves also have one.
The world's top ten poisons are all kept under strict guard in one place and are not allowed to be released.
The world's number one poison, comparable to the ancient viruses left behind billions of years ago beneath the Antarctic ice sheet.
It could destroy the world in a minute.
Ying Zijing took out another bottle from her pocket and poured the powder inside.
Rita was still wary: "What is this?"
"I bought this antidote from a lunatic," Ying Zijin said after pouring it out. "It should be safe to touch it now, but you won't be able to detect anything."
Rita's expression shifted repeatedly: "Never mind, let's take them back first. No matter what, a poison master has definitely made a move."
As she spoke, she took out her phone: "Let me post something on the forum."
Like Caesar Laurent, Rita, as the eldest daughter of the Bevin family, also knew most of it.
Her account level is S-level.
After all, there are only a handful of SS-level accounts on the entire forum.
She angrily posted, "I was so naive."
Ying Zijing glanced at her and nodded slightly: "It's normal for someone your age to be naive."
"Can you stop being so discouraging?" Rita gritted her teeth. "I have to go back to O Continent first. We'll keep in touch when we have time."
Ying Zijing didn't say anything. After wiping her hands, she left the abandoned villa.
**
The next day.
The capital city.
The Mu family.
Mu Weifeng sat on a stone bench in the garden, holding a calligraphy brush in his right hand. After dipping it in ink, he began to write.
His calligraphy is beautiful, with flowing strokes that penetrate deeply and reveal a grand style.
Mu Weifeng wrote smoothly at the beginning, but his hand trembled when he wrote the last word.
Then, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto the rice paper.
shocking.
Mu Weifeng remained calm. He crumpled the piece of Xuan paper, threw it into the trash can, and answered his ringing cell phone.
"Grandpa Sheng." He had barely uttered the title when he began to cough violently.
He coughed, and another mouthful of blood spilled out.
Even over the phone, Sheng Qingtang could tell there was a problem. His expression changed: "Has your illness gotten worse?"
"It's alright." Mu Weifeng wiped the blood from his lips and smiled bitterly. "At least I won't die now."
"You! You! You!" Sheng Qingtang was frantic. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Actually, he had considered taking on a disciple, namely Mu Weifeng.
At that time, he was also the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association and lived in the capital.
He met Mu Weifeng at a calligraphy exhibition.
Among the younger generation, besides Ying Zijin, only Mu Weifeng's calligraphy could be considered exceptional.
However, Mu Weifeng refused his request to take him as a disciple because of his poor health, but their relationship remained good.
He would talk to Mu Weifeng every week and even go to the capital every month, but he couldn't see anything wrong with Mu Weifeng.
Sheng Qingtang thought that Mu Weifeng's illness had long been cured.
Unexpectedly, the situation has worsened year by year.
Mu Weifeng is only twenty years old this year, but he has been born with such a body.
"I know my own body." Mu Weifeng didn't say anything, he even smiled. "Grandpa Sheng, I was just writing something for you, planning to send it to you, but it got destroyed by accident."
"What time is it? You're still thinking about writing?" Sheng Qingtang was even more furious. "Just like my bald son, you're a handful. You wait, I know a miracle doctor who can definitely cure you."
Mu Weifeng was stunned for a moment, but before he could say anything, Sheng Qingtang had already hung up the phone.
He sighed and shook his head.
He has seen many doctors, and he has also visited the Meng family.
However, he couldn't get a direct descendant of the Meng family to come, so his illness never got better.
He didn't have a strong desire for power, nor did he intend to inherit the Mu family. He only hoped that, as the heir, he could get a direct descendant of the Meng family to treat his illness.
After all, he has a younger sister to take care of.
Unfortunately, miracle doctors are not so easy to find.
After taking a pill, Mu Weifeng continued writing.
**
On the other side.
When Ying Zijing received Sheng Qingtang's call, she was working on the questions that Professor Zuo Li had sent her.
"Young Divine Doctor, I have a favor to ask." Sheng Qingtang went straight to the point, "I have a disciple who is not really my apprentice. He has a very serious illness that he was born with, and it has gotten worse over the years. Could you please take a look at him?"
Before Ying Zijing could answer, he quickly added, "It's all up to you. I won't force you."
Ying Zijing's hand paused slightly: "Other doctors couldn't find anything?"
"Yes." Sheng Qingtang sighed, looking very worried and distressed. "His family isn't small, so why can't they cure his illness?"
Ying Zijing pondered for a moment: "Can he come to Shanghai?"
“Sure, sure.” Sheng Qingtang was delighted. “I’ll call him right away. Little miracle doctor, whatever you need, I can send it to you.”
"We'll see when the time comes." Ying Zijin kept pointing to the topic with her hands, and said calmly, "I also consider fate when I treat people."
"By the way, little miracle doctor, there's an international calligraphy and painting exhibition. I sent the calligraphy you wrote for me there for the exhibition," Sheng Qingtang added. "Winning first place is definitely within my reach."
Hearing this, Ying Zijing became slightly interested: "Is there money or good food?"
Sheng Qingtang was stunned for a moment before saying, "It seems not, but little divine doctor, your fame will definitely grow greatly!"
Then, he was coldly and ruthlessly hung up on.
"..."
**
The news that ISC was going to hold, besides the high school events, gradually spread online.
There are many international competitions, especially in sports.
But this is the first time we've had an academic competition of this scale.
China has a total of six spots that qualify directly for the international competition.
One is from Qingzhi Middle School, two are from the Affiliated Middle School of Beijing University, and the remaining three are from three other high schools.
The six selected candidates were announced directly on the official website of the Chinese Academy of Sciences after their selection.
Many people who follow ISC went to watch it, and afterwards, they went back to Weibo and discussed it excitedly.
These six people have qualified directly for the international competition; should they represent China then?
[I looked one up, and it's truly impressive. At only 17, they've already won numerous awards; young talents truly emerge.]
No, no, no, not all of them are outstanding. I remember the other five. One of them won three gold medals at the IMO, IOI, and IChO; another has already secured a place at the world's second-ranked university; and the other three have also won numerous awards.
But who is Ying Zijing? Has she received any academic awards? Why is her name listed alongside theirs? Isn't this dragging the country down?
(End of this chapter)
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