After changing into a white coat, the sinister-looking man from the interview suddenly appeared more serious—almost like a real doctor. However, the gloom in his eyes deepened, and as for Joe Di, who followed behind him, it was as if he had been completely forgotten.
Being assigned to conduct interviews was acceptable if it was the final decision-making round, but he had only been asked to oversee a group of dispensable candidates in a secondary interview. After this, there would be a final interview, which had nothing to do with him. Only doctors who weren’t valued would be assigned to handle such trivial matters at critical times. The important doctors were all in the operating rooms now—either performing surgeries or observing procedures with senior experts.
The poisoning cases were mainly concentrated in Building Three of Jinhai Hospital, and Joe Di followed this sinister doctor directly to the eleventh floor of Building Three.
After entering a department, Dr. Paul Lin casually tossed a white coat to Joe Di. "Put this on and follow me. Since you volunteered to come, I trust you must have some skills."
He had been schemed against and now didn’t even have the idle work of conducting interviews. Sending him to rescue the poisoned patients from Tianhuang District was clearly putting him in mortal danger. With Joe Di as the scapegoat here, he could just get through this hurdle for now. Anyone who wanted to plot against Dr. Paul Lin would find it wasn’t that easy.
The other doctors in the department saw Dr. Paul Lin bring Joe Di in and even hand him a white coat; they all understood what was happening. Apart from showing sympathy to Joe Di, no one said anything.
Working as a doctor at Jinhai Hospital meant earning far more income and benefits than at other hospitals. But at the same time, the pressure here was also far greater than anywhere else.
This hospital received many patients transferred from Tianhuang District. Patients from Tianhuang District were not people any ordinary doctor could afford to offend. If you accidentally crossed the wrong person, it could cost you your life.
Joe Di didn’t bother to say a word; he could already guess a few things, but it didn’t matter to him. Ever since he’d suddenly and inexplicably understood the Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art, he’d been wanting to see Tianhuang District for himself.
With the Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art, treating illnesses was almost effortless. There were several times when Old Master Dee encountered difficult patients, and it was Joe Di who secretly cured them using this technique. However, his Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art clearly had flaws. According to what he suddenly understood, this healing method required the support of internal energy. Yet he didn’t possess any internal energy at all—he was, in truth, just an ordinary person.
So, when he used the Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art, he could only supplement it with medicinal herbs. Fortunately, under Old Master Dee’s guidance over the years—and thanks to his own moments of sudden insight—his understanding of herbs had long surpassed Old Master Dee.
Even Old Master Dee didn’t know about these abilities. Joe Di didn’t think it was anything to brag about. As he gained more and more understanding of various medicinal herbs, he became increasingly certain that his intuition was correct: there was something extremely important he hadn’t remembered yet, and this matter would determine whether he had a future at all.
To obtain internal energy, one could only go to Tianhuang District or the Martial Arts Academy. Only people from these two places could access internal power.
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To prevent the spread of toxins and further harm, poisoned patients transferred from Tianhuang District were usually kept in the basement.
However, the basement of Jinhai Hospital was spacious and grand, and even more stylishly decorated than the areas above ground. So, none of the families felt there was anything wrong with having patients in the basement.
Dr. Paul Lin led Joe Di to the door of a room in the basement, where a security guard was stationed. After presenting his credentials, Dr. Paul Lin was finally allowed to bring Joe Di inside.
The room was nearly a hundred square meters, yet there was only one patient inside.
The patient was enclosed in a transparent shield; from the outside, you could see his face had turned blue, his eyes were tightly shut, and his fingers were twitching slightly.
Dr. Paul Lin didn’t go straight to the patient. Instead, he walked to a small door beside the large room, went in, changed into protective clothing, and came back out.
He didn’t ask Joe Di to change clothes, as if whether Joe Di got infected or not had nothing to do with him.
"Come with me," Dr. Paul Lin said in a low voice after changing, then walked toward the hospital bed.
After swiping the card on the sensor outside the bed, the shield automatically opened. Dr. Paul Lin pretended to examine the patient for a long time, even using a lens to check the patient’s pupils and skin. After finishing, he frowned in thought, sighed, and shook his head.
After all this, he paced anxiously for a while before finally saying to Joe Di, "Go take a look."
As a doctor at Jinhai Hospital, Dr. Paul Lin knew better than anyone that, even if there were no family members present, everything here was under surveillance. If the patient died, all the footage would be reviewed.
Joe Di didn’t mind. He stepped up to the poisoned patient and observed for a moment before saying, "I need some medicinal herbs—primarily Magic Garment Spring, Veratrum, Gelsemium..."
Others couldn’t identify the poison, but as soon as Joe Di approached, he saw it clearly. The patient was poisoned by a plant known as Azurebane Flower. Normally, it wasn’t dangerous, but when the Azurebane Flower matured or was broken, the gas it released could spread for dozens of meters.
This gas was extremely toxic. If exposed, the severely afflicted would die on the spot, while the less affected would experience blood coagulation, blocked meridians, and heart corrosion. The patient before Joe Di showed exactly these symptoms: blue skin and mild convulsions.
Hearing Joe Di list over a dozen herbs made Dr. Paul Lin widen his eyes. He knew every herb Joe Di mentioned—they were all the most common types. Using such ordinary herbs to treat a poisoned warrior from Tianhuang District? That was a fantasy.
But then he remembered his real purpose: he needed a scapegoat. So why waste words?
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"Alright, I’ll get them ready," Dr. Paul Lin said, turning decisively toward the corner of the large room. Only then did Joe Di notice that there was a medicine dispensing area in one corner. He watched as Dr. Paul Lin quickly entered the herb names on the display, and the herbs were delivered directly to the window.
Big hospitals really are convenient, Joe Di thought, no longer paying attention. He took out his gold needles from his backpack, and without any hesitation, lifted the patient’s clothes and began placing the needles on the patient’s body like a rain shower.
He had no internal energy, and the Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art was too exhausting, so Joe Di could only use the gold needle technique to perform the healing art. Although the effect was slightly worse, combined with the herbs he prescribed earlier, it was nearly as effective.
One gold needle after another, the blue color on the patient’s face faded visibly. In just over ten minutes, Joe Di made a small incision on the patient’s finger. Drops of foul-smelling blue blood dripped into the nearby spittoon, looking truly frightening.
By now, Dr. Paul Lin had come over carrying a dozen herbs. When he saw the patient’s face and upper body had returned to normal color, his eyes were filled with shock. Staring at Joe Di, he stammered, "You—you’ve already detoxified him?"
Then he saw the patient’s finger, where the blue, stinking blood was dripping—obviously the poison. In other words, Joe Di had forced the toxins out.
Joe Di nodded. "Yes. Isn’t that why we came here—to detoxify?"
"Yes, yes, that’s exactly why," Dr. Paul Lin replied, his heart surging with joy. At this moment, he was already thinking about how to push Joe Di aside and take all the credit for himself.
Doctors faced great risk if a patient died, but if they succeeded, the rewards were just as coveted.
But he quickly dismissed that idea. His gaze fell on the dozens of gold needles still embedded in the patient’s body—maybe he needed to think of another way.