All the senior brothers beca teary-eyed with excitent upon hearing this. Although they didn’t know how An Yiqing would handle it, she was considered omnipotent in the hearts of the dicine Sect.
Once everyone had departed, An Yiqing went to the desk and took a seat.
"How many people still need to be examined?" she asked softly as she flipped through the mountain of docunts on the table.
"Based on General Gu’s clues, there should be more than forty people to check. Miss An, what do you think..."
"Call them all over and lock them together. I’ll handle the rest, you don’t need to worry."
Although the assistant did not understand what An Yiqing intended to do, orders from above dictated that An Yiqing’s words must be followed unconditionally.
An hour later, the remaining forty or so individuals were bewilderedly confined to a room. The room was quite ordinary, with a large floor-to-ceiling window, through which sunlight poured brightly.
After waiting for a while, these people began to feel bored, so watching TV, others playing poker.
Little did they know that in the room opposite the window, An Yiqing was quietly watching them with her bright eyes.
At that mont, her clear gaze flashed continually with brilliance as the bodies of the forty odd people appeared like three-dinsional anatomical diagrams. She could see every tiny blood vessel clearly.
The scene was indeed sowhat eerie... The thought of forty odd skeletal bodies with blood vessels drifting before her eyes made even the otherwise composed An Yiqing’s brow twitch.
Half an hour later, she withdrew her gaze. Rubbing her slightly sore eyes, An Yiqing jotted down the details of patients with issues.
The room door opened, and the waiting assistant quickly stood up.
"These people have symptoms of poisoning, have them co to see . Also, inform them to visit the hospital for further checks; their bodies have problems."
The assistant hurriedly took the dical record book from An Yiqing, and upon looking down, found it densely filled with the physical conditions of the forty odd individuals. So had lung inflammation, so had tumors in their brains, and so were marked with a large "poison" in red pen.
The assistant didn’t know how An Yiqing managed to diagnose them in half an hour, but years of work experience told him to be cautious and that the less he knew, the safer he was.
As things unfolded as An Yiqing diagnosed, the individuals marked in red pen were indeed poisoned, and it turned out to be a rare toxin! These individuals were secretly brought back to the dicine Sect by An Yiqing, where Ye Chenghong and others began a detailed examination.
As for those instructed to get checked in the hospital, they left with puzzled minds and underwent thorough re-examinations. The final results left them cold with fear, especially the one with a tumor in his brain—it was already in mid-level!
Once again, An Yiqing’s dical arts spread through the circles. From an ordinary physician, she suddenly transford into a lifesaver for dignitaries. As a result, Xuanjin Yulong and An Family Villa were constantly visited by individuals seeking gratitude or cures from An Yiqing.
Putting these matters aside, An Yiqing was currently at the dicine Sect, examining the poisoned individuals with Ye Chenghong and others.
"Master, how are they?" Upon seeing Ye Chenghong exit the room, An Yiqing quickly approached.
"Fortunately, it was discovered in ti, otherwise even the Great Immortals couldn’t save them." Ye Chenghong carefully washed his hands, his expression heavy, "Those poisoned have symptoms similar to your second brother’s. However, this toxin is more vicious than Sleeping Lotus. It resembles poppy; once the substance concentration reaches a certain threshold, the victim becos addicted and must rely on the toxin for survival. Drug addiction can be treated, but without a cure, only the one who administered the poison has control. If the poisoned don’t wish to be controlled, without an antidote, they’ll soon succumb to sleep, becoming like the living dead, never to awaken."
An Yiqing’s brows gradually furrowed, realizing that the toxin was essentially a mutated version of Sleeping Lotus. The perpetrator’s intent was clear—to control those poisoned. One can only imagine, with only a few poisoned now, what would happen if dozens or hundreds were affected? High-ranking officials in Xuanjin are limited, and if all were poisoned and controlled... the consequences are unimaginable!
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