Outside a rather inconspicuous apothecary, a sign bearing the words "Poison Doctor Sacred Hall" hung.
The area outside the door was crowded with people.
"Tonight, the Poison Doctor Divine Son will appear. I wonder what the three trials set by the Poison Doctor Divine Son will be this time? And I wonder if we can pass?"
"My elderly mother has been paralyzed in bed for many years. If the Poison Doctor Divine Son can heal her legs and allow her to walk again, no matter how difficult these three trials are, I will try."
"I also want to test him. Although there is no one in my family who needs to be treated, I have heard that the Poison Doctor Divine Son can grant eternal youth and a long life. If I can live to ninety-nine, that would be excellent."
The common folk chattered incessantly, blocking the apothecary's entrance.
A moment later.
Several young disciples in green robes emerged from the apothecary. They stood on either side, appearing handsome and with uniform expressions.
As soon as the disciples appeared, the surging crowd became excited.
"Disciples, they are the young disciples of the Poison Doctor Sacred Hall."
These disciples only gathered when the moon was full and the Poison Doctor Divine Son appeared, to protect the Poison Doctor Divine Son.
The so-called protection was to ensure the safety of the Poison Doctor Divine Son.
In addition, these disciples could maintain "on-site order" to prevent injuries when the crowd became too dense.
Not far away.
In the darkness, three men stood side by side. One of them held a folding fan and wore an ink-blue brocade robe.
The other two: one wore black.
One wore a snow-white robe, with a cold and ethereal beauty, like a celestial being.
Although he sat in a wheelchair, his innate nobility could not be concealed.
"Ninth Imperial..." Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Li immediately changed his words, "Ninth Uncle, your nephew has already inquired. The Poison Doctor Divine Son will appear tonight. It seems the rumors of his appearance on the full moon have never changed."
Nangong Mo's cold gaze swept over the crowded people in the distance, and then he looked at Nangong Li, "Have you brought enough silver?"
"..."
Nangong Li's foot slipped, and he almost fell.
His Ninth Imperial Uncle was truly so greedy for money. He truly regretted his impulsive words that day.
"Naturally, Ninth Uncle can rest assured."
Nangong Li patted his chest with a pained expression, then thought to himself, the money would not go to outsiders. Nangong Mo was his Ninth Imperial Uncle, and it was filial piety for his nephew to pay the consultation fee for his Ninth Uncle.
Yes, thinking this way, Nangong Li felt much better.
"In that case, we just need to wait for the show to begin," Nangong Mo said indifferently, his voice cold.
The wet nurse in the mansion had been ill for many years. He had sought out many famous doctors to treat her, but her illness had never been cured over the years.
The wet nurse's illness was so stubborn. If it could be cured by this Poison Doctor Divine Son, it would be a fortunate event.
However, he wondered about the medical skills of the rumored Poison Doctor Divine Son.
Meanwhile.
The disciples directed the people who had come to see the doctor to stand in two lines. One line was mainly for the elderly and women, and the other line was for young and middle-aged men.
They also laid out the items required for the three trials.
With several disciples guarding, no one dared to step forward and cause trouble.
Not only were the disciples disciples of the Poison Doctor Divine Son, but they were also skilled in martial arts, naturally able to maintain order.
The first and second trials were ordinary, so there was no need for the Poison Doctor Divine Son to personally appear.
Therefore, in the first trial, which involved picking black beans from a basket of green beans, many people emerged victorious.
The second trial was called eating, but it was actually for everyone to eat the most unpalatable food in the capital.
One could choose any one of three types of food.
The first type was leftover rice that had gone sour. The second type was bitter wine, which was wine brewed from bitter cabbage and millet. Although bitter, it was drinkable, but a small amount of horse urine was added to it.
This method was also what the disciples would reveal to the crowd when they were undergoing the second trial.
The third type of food was a rare seven-delicacy pastry, exquisitely made and small in appearance, but it also contained a secret ingredient – cow dung.
These three types of food were all tests of the heart and tests of endurance.
Among the three types of food, most people chose the first type, leftover rice.
After all, for the poor among ordinary people, eating leftover rice was a common occurrence.
However, for Nangong Li, who had lived in the palace all his life and enjoyed a life of luxury, this was a great test.
"Ninth Uncle, Bai Qi, why don't you eat it?"
Nangong Li very kindly pushed the large bowl of leftover rice in front of him towards Bai Qi and Nangong Mo.
Nangong Li touched his neck and said, "Haha, Ninth Uncle, please don't be angry. The details of the third trial can only be known after entering the apothecary. If we can't even pass the second trial, we can only return empty-handed."
Bai Qi had intended to take Nangong Mo's bowl of leftover rice for himself, but Nangong Mo stopped him with a glance.
Nangong Mo looked coldly at Nangong Li and transmitted his voice using internal energy, audible only to Nangong Li: "I heard that your father is very displeased with you lately and wants to confine you to the palace to study the art of governance with the Grand Tutor."
As soon as Nangong Mo finished speaking, Nangong Li immediately snatched the leftover rice from Bai Qi's hand: "This young master finds this food very fragrant. I happen to be hungry, ha."
After swallowing the three bowls of leftover rice, Nangong Li felt nauseous and almost vomited.
Bai Qi kindly handed him a bowl of warm water to rinse his mouth, and then said, "My Ninth Master says that leftover water with leftover rice is also very good."
Ugh!
Nangong Li vomited again.
There were quite a few people who passed the second trial.
After the third trial began, those who passed were invited into the apothecary by the disciples and gathered in the hall.
Round stools were placed in the room, with no one around. Everyone sat down one by one.
Bai Qi pushed Nangong Mo, and Nangong Li sat next to them.
The disciples stood guard, preventing anyone with ill intentions from causing trouble on the spot.
Although the Poison Doctor Divine Son was famous, other medical halls might become envious and cause trouble on such a day.
Among the three trials, the last one required the Poison Doctor Divine Son to personally test them.
Therefore, after everyone sat down, they maintained silence. The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
A moment later.
A man in a green robe slowly walked in, followed by two disciples.
The man's features were not particularly handsome, but they were acceptable.
He was tall and slender, with an ordinary appearance, but his demeanor was unique.
He wore a thumb ring, a symbol of the Poison Doctor Divine Son's identity, engraved with the character "Poison."
Everyone was already accustomed to the ordinary appearance of the Poison Doctor Divine Son.
After all, no one had ever seen the true face of the Poison Doctor Divine Son, so it was well-known that this appearance was a disguise, not his true face.
The Poison Doctor Divine Son walked to the center of the hall. The disciples behind him quickly brought a chair for him. After sitting down, his gaze swept across the crowd and suddenly stopped at one person, a fleeting expression crossing his face.
As she looked at that person, that person was also looking at her. Their gazes met, and she quickly averted her eyes, but that person stared directly at her.
Nangong Li saw Nangong Mo staring at the Poison Doctor Divine Son and lost in thought. He poked Nangong Mo's shoulder and whispered, "Ninth Uncle, is Old Mo smitten with this fellow?"