The people present were not fools; those who initially wanted to use their power to gain special privileges quickly abandoned that idea.
Not to ntion anything else, just based on An Yiqing’s thods, they dared not cause any trouble.
The opening ceremony was extrely successful. After it ended, Ye Chenghong took Feng Jianxiang and Sun Peiying’s family to the inner hall, where they had a al and chatted freely.
In the front yard, the Xuanjin Hall Outpatient Service had already started accepting consultations. Patients sat in the waiting room of the hall, conversing softly.
A gentle female voice sounded from the call system. The patient in Room 2 ca out with a joyful expression, and the next patient slowly walked in.
Inside the consultation room, An Yiqing’s sixth senior brother Yang Yi greeted politely, gesturing for the patient to sit down.
"Where is the discomfort?"
The patient hung their head, saying nothing.
Yang Yi raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking up at the patient opposite. That person wore a large baseball cap, covering their entire face. Yang Yi frowned slightly, sensing sothing strange about this person’s behavior and aura.
"Is it your throat that’s uncomfortable? Is it inconvenient to speak?" He asked gently, lowering his gaze and taking out a pen and a stack of white paper from the drawer. At the sa ti, he pressed the black button under the table.
"If your throat is uncomfortable, you can write it down with the pen. I need to understand your general situation."
The patient remained silent for a long while, slowly picked up the pen from the table, and wrote a large "poison" character on the paper.
"Poison?" Yang Yi’s heart skipped a beat, but he showed no sign and pretended to be puzzled, "Sir, are you experiencing food poisoning or sothing else?"
The man moved the pen again, slowly writing a horizontal stroke. Yang Yi’s gaze darkened, and as he watched the hand preparing to write the second stroke, suddenly there was a knock on the consultation room door.
"Apologies," Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly, "Co in."
The door opened, and An Yiqing walked in wearing a white coat.
"Sixth senior brother, Master asked you to co over, I’ll take over the consultation."
"Alright, junior sister, be..." Careful. Yang Yi mouthed silently, leaving the consultation room with concern.
In the quiet consultation room, An Yiqing casually sat on her chair, glancing at the patient with a slight smile.
"Sir, you look familiar; have I seen you sowhere before?" Before the person could respond, she looked down at the white paper, her eyebrows raised, "Poison? What kind of poison?"
The patient’s throat moved slightly, and An Yiqing noticed it and laughed softly.
"Sir, based on my years of dical experience, what you have is not an ordinary disease but a peculiar condition called — the killing sickness. Great Protector of the Poison dicine Sect, long ti no see."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man slapped his palm toward An Yiqing, rapidly retreating to the consultation room door.
An Yiqing coldly snorted, tapped her toes, dodged the man’s palm strike, and simultaneously moved forward.
The man did not expect An Yiqing to be so fast; startled, he turned and tried to pull the consultation room door open. To his surprise, Yang Yi had already locked the door silently, having received An Yiqing’s signal before leaving.
"Entering the dicine Sect’s territory and still trying to escape?" An Yiqing laughed softly, grabbing the man’s shirt collar from behind. At the sa ti, her other hand quickly lowered a needle into his neck.
The man was shocked; before he could react, he had lost consciousness.
In the last mont before fainting, his only thought — this girl is strong!
Looking at the man collapsed on the ground, An Yiqing opened the consultation room’s back door, dragged him roughly to the inner hall. Shortly afterward, sixth senior brother resud his position, and An Yiqing went to the lobby, glancing at the patients seeking consultations.
Luckily, there were no suspicious characters.
An Yiqing squinted water eyes, her smile carrying a chill. Yu Hai wanted to ruin the Xuanjin Hall’s opening, but he seed to have misjudged her strength.
It’s not Yu Hai’s fault; back in the dical exchange competition, An Yiqing was still a Mid-level Demigod when she fought him. Who knew that after a trip to the Tea Province, she fought with The Church and returned a Demigod Peak? With such a freakish advancent speed, how could Yu Hai have known?
That Great Protector was originally a Mid-level Demigod expert, enough to deal with An Yiqing at the dical exchange competition. But plans fall short of changes; no one expected An Yiqing to progress so excessively, not only failing to sabotage the event but even sacrificing a man for it.
All afternoon, An Yiqing sat in the lobby, observing all around. Until Xuanjin Hall closed, and Sun Peiying and Feng Jianxiang left, she then reported this matter to Ye Chenghong.
Upon hearing, Ye Chenghong was furious, insisting on staying on Flower Island for an extended period.
An Yiqing was unwilling to agree to his request; Xuandu dicine Sect had a pile of matters requiring Ye Chenghong’s attention, and besides, there were matters she could handle on Flower Island. What’s there to worry about?
However, Ye Chenghong was determined to expose the Poison dicine Sect’s people hiding on Flower Island before feeling reassured. An Yiqing had no choice, her eyes turned, and she ca up with a good idea.
"Master, I have a way to lure out the Poison dicine Sect’s people." She kicked the Great Protector lying at her feet, "Hang him outside and wait for those people to co and take the bait."
"The thod could work, but will those people actually fall for it?" Ye Chenghong worried, the Poison dicine Sect people are inherently insidious and cunning; if they abandon their own people, wouldn’t it waste the effort?
"Don’t worry; this Great Protector is a well-known figure in the Poison dicine Sect and the person in charge on Flower Island. If anything happens to him, those people will suffer the consequences." An Yiqing smiled slyly, glancing helplessly at Ye Chenghong, "Master, you always worry a lot; sixth senior brother and the others may not be as strong as I am, but they’re also so of the best in the dicine Sect. What could possibly go wrong with such capable people around?"
"You girl! Am I not worried about you kids?!" Ye Chenghong glared, casting a sideways glance at An Yiqing, "Annoying girl, growing wings and finding your master botherso, huh? Who was it that raised you since you were young?!"
An Yiqing rubbed her brow, rolling her eyes, "Master, all I did as a child was poop and pee, and nothing else? Can you say a couple of good things about ?..."
Ye Chenghong glared, snorting twice, and arrogantly turned his head. This disciple was not cute like when she was little!
That night, An Yiqing stayed at Xuanjin Hall. Late at night, taking advantage of the dark streets, she hung the Great Protector outside. From afar, it seed like a night watchman asleep; only those spying in the shadows knew the Great Protector had been captured!
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