Chapter 32 Poison Doctor
The next day, as the sun just rose from the east, Zhao Mu strolled out of Jiaofangsi.
Fulin Shroud Shop is the only shop on Banyue Street that specializes in selling various funeral supplies.
The boss's name is Wei Hu. He is a middle-aged man with a thin body and a swaying walk, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Although Wei Hu looks sickly, his body does not match his name at all.
But no one knows that this ordinary shroud shop owner is actually a master of acquired extremes.
At the same time, Wei Hu is also the head of the intelligence organization left behind by Zheng Jingren.
At this time, Wei Hu was drinking tea in the shop. When he heard someone walking in at the door, he asked without raising his head: "What does the guest want to order?"
The visitor didn't say anything. He walked straight to Wei Hu and drew a strange pattern on the table while soaking in tea.
Wei Hu's expression changed slightly and he stood up quickly, only to see a handsome young man appearing in front of him.
He quickly saluted: "I pay homage to the Lord. I didn't know that the Lord was coming, so my subordinates were neglectful."
"take it easy."
Zhao Mu pressed his hands, sat down and said, "I have two things to do here today. The first thing is to order our people to hibernate from today on, and not to conduct any intelligence activities before getting my order."
"Yes, I obey."
Wei Hu quickly agreed.
Zheng Jingren's methods are sophisticated. Although it has only been less than three years since he established this intelligence organization, he has already implemented orders and prohibitions.
Even facing Zhao Mu, the new master, Wei Hu did not dare to have any doubts.
"The second thing is that I need the identity of a famous doctor. It is not made up, but it is real and well-documented."
"The original owner of this identity should have good medical skills, but a bad reputation. For example, he has poor medical ethics, is greedy for money and lustful, etc. Can he find it?"
"Don't worry, Lord, my subordinates will help you find it within three days."
Wei Hu answered confidently.
It's just that he has doubts in his heart. Why does this new master want to find the identity of a doctor with bad medical ethics?
"Three days?"
Zhao Mu smiled slightly: "Okay, then let me see your ability."
"Don't worry, Lord, my subordinates will fulfill their mission."
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Three days flew by.
At night, Zhao Mu followed Wei Hu to a courtyard.
On the surface, this courtyard looks no different from other courtyards, but if you get closer, you can smell a strange medicinal smell.
"The poison doctor you mentioned is here?"
Zhao Mu asked.
"Yes, this person's name is Sun Yan. Because he is good at using poisons, and he usually treats people, he likes to use poison to fight poison with dangerous methods, so people in the world call him Poison Doctor."
Wei Hu nodded and said, stepped forward and pushed open the courtyard door: "Let's go, this person should meet your requirements, my lord. If not, I will find someone else."
"etc."
Zhao Mu suddenly spoke, stepped forward and grabbed Wei Hu's palm, and scratched his index finger along the wrist to the tip of the middle finger.
Pfft.
Wei Hu's fingertips suddenly cracked, and a stream of black blood spurted out, corroding the ground into a small pit.
Wei Hu's expression changed drastically: "Am I poisoned?"
Zhao Mu let go of his hand and said calmly: "Since you know that this person is good at using poison, why do you dare to open his door casually? Let's go. Don't touch anything casually after entering."
"Yes, my subordinates know."
Wei Hu was frightened and suddenly had a clear understanding of the name Poison Doctor.
His martial arts skills may be much better than that of the poisonous doctor inside.
But if it were a life-and-death contest, it was still unclear who would win and who would lose in the end. After all, things like poison were really hard to guard against.
But what happened just now gave him a new understanding of Zhao Mu.
This new master of his seems to be very extraordinary.
The poison planted by the poison doctor can be seen through at a glance, and he can detoxify it immediately. His method is really extraordinary.
The two walked into the courtyard.
Squeak!
The door inside was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with a sinister face was standing in the room looking at them coldly.
"You can actually break my door opener. Your poison technique is quite extraordinary. I don't know what's going on?"
The poisonous doctor stared at Zhao Mu and asked.
"It's a small matter, I'm going to lend you your identity."
"What do you mean by borrowing my identity?"
"literal meaning."
The two passed by each other, and Zhao Mu walked into the house majestically.
I saw a lot of medicinal materials and medical books placed in the room, and there were also a few prescriptions on the desk.
Zhao Mu picked up the prescription and took a look at it: "It's really all about fighting poison with poison. It seems you really like taking risks when treating people."
"What does risk mean? As long as it can cure the disease, I'm not one of those quack doctors who obviously can't cure the disease but always like to brag about nonsense medical ethics."
The poison doctor's face was gloomy: "Don't talk nonsense, what are you here to do?"
Zhao Mu ignored him at all. Instead, he picked up a medical book and read it: "Wei Hu, tell me about his condition?"
"Yes, Lord."
Wei Hu paused and said: "Poison doctor Sun Yan has a withdrawn and vicious personality. He has few friends in the world, but he has offended many people. Even the patients he cured are never grateful to him."
"Because he likes to fight poison with poison when treating diseases, almost all the people he healed seem to have gone through hell. They are in extreme pain, but he takes pleasure in the patient's pain."
"In addition, poison doctor Sun Yan likes to study poisons, and he often tests poisons directly on living people. According to our investigation, he has at least twenty-three human lives on his hands, all of which were poisoned by him."
"Two months ago, he was hunted by his enemies. He had no choice but to come to the capital to escape. He has never dared to reveal his whereabouts to the outside world. So, my lord, he should meet your requirements."
"Well, it does fit."
Zhao Mu put down the medical book and looked at the poison doctor with a smile: "From today on, your identity belongs to me."
"What on earth do you mean?" Poison Doctor was a little confused.
"Haha, dead people, you don't need to understand so much."
"dead?"
The Poison Doctor's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hands in horror.
I saw that his palms had turned black and purple at some point.
"You...when did you poison me?" He looked at Zhao Mu in disbelief.
I didn't expect that I, a poisonous doctor, would be poisoned without even knowing it.
The black and purple on his hands quickly spread to his arms, face, chest and abdomen, legs...
In the blink of an eye, toxins have spread throughout the body.
thump!
In the end, he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. He never got an answer from Zhao Mu until his death, and he refused to rest in peace.
Wei Hu shuddered and looked at Zhao Mu with a look of deep fear.
Even the poison doctor was poisoned to death. His new master's poisoning methods were really unpredictable.
It seems that I will have to be more honest when doing things in the future.
"My lord, this poisonous doctor has offended many people in the world. I'm afraid there will be trouble if he uses his identity."
Wei Hu asked cautiously.
"Haha, what I want is to be in trouble. If there is no trouble, there is no handle. How can people use you with confidence? You have to make people think that you have a weakness and can be easily manipulated, you know?"
Zhao Mu said with a smile: "Okay, clean up this place and make him a human skin mask. From tomorrow on, I will be the poison doctor."
"Yes, Lord."
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