Xu Chiyang suddenly collapsed, drawing many eyes, but most people just glanced over and made comments like "Pharmacist Xu can't handle the pressure," before returning to their conversations.
It wasn't that the crowd was cold-hearted; it was just that the conference had many renowned doctors attending, including the four major judges. There weren't enough of them to go around to treat someone like him.
Someone who faints from sheer anger just needs simple measures anyway.
At the moment, some people had already started taking measures to treat Xu Chiyang.
Upon seeing Xu Chiyang collapse, Minister Zhang shook his head. He had always been optimistic about Xu Chiyang's future in medicine preparation, and Xu Chiyang had always been respectful towards him. However, seeing him faint in public over this matter was disappointing.
Chen Yuan was unconcerned with the incident at the scene, instead asking one of the judges, "What about the prize for the contest?"
His reason for attending the conference was to acquire "Primordial Hundred Herbs" and other centennial medicinal materials, which were extremely rare on the spiritually barren Earth.
Yang Ming was about to speak when suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd.
"Oh no, Pharmacist Xu... He suddenly started vomiting blood."
Elder Yang frowned and asked, "What happened? I thought he just fainted. Why would he suddenly start vomiting blood?"
"I... I don't know either. I thought Pharmacist Xu was just overwhelmed by anger, and I was about to check his pulse, but before I could do so, he spat out a mouthful of blood..." a middle-aged man said.
Yang Ming and Minister Zhang came forward to look, and upon seeing the dark blood on the ground, they frowned.
"Why is the blood black? It shouldn't be," Yang Ming said as he squatted down and took Xu Chiyang's pulse.
The crowd fell silent upon seeing Elder Yang personally diagnosing the situation.
After a moment, Yang Ming's expression slightly changed. "Pharmacist Xu... He shows signs of poisoning, and it seems he's been poisoned for quite some time."
"The surge of anger just now drove the toxins straight to his heart. From here to the hospital—it'll take too much time," he said, looking troubledly at Mo Qingrou.
Minister Zhang, having heard this, also turned to look at Mo Qingrou. At the moment, the highest medical skill present belonged to Mo Qingrou, and all they could hope for was that she could provide first aid to sustain him until they reached the hospital.
Mo Qingrou walked gently towards Xu Chiyang, lightly touched him with her fingers, furrowed her brows slightly, and pulled out a set of golden needles from her bosom to insert into Xu Chiyang's chest.
After slowly withdrawing one, she spoke softly, "He poisoned himself testing medicines, related to the medicinal liquid he was formulating. Even if taken to the hospital now, it would be too late."
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
Was someone really going to die at today's conference?
Yang Ming and Minister Zhang were now even more anxious. Having a death occur at a medical conference would be a terrible blow to their reputations.
Prominent figures from the national medical community were present, yet they couldn't save one man? If word of this got out, it would severely tarnish their reputations.
"Saving him isn't impossible, but it requires..." Mo Qingrou's words suddenly shifted.
Yang Ming, agitated, blurted out, "What is needed? Divine Doctor Mo, just say it."
"I can't control the toxins in his body alone; I need someone of similar capability to assist me. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to manage the toxins while administering the needles," Mo Qingrou looked at Yang Ming and the other judges.
Yang Ming, Minister Zhang, Fu Qin, and the other doctors present looked at each other.
They wanted to help.
But none of them truly had the skill.
Someone comparable to Mo Qingrou? Where could they find someone like that? The only person who could single-handedly cure Elder Wang was probably only Mo Qingrou in Xia Country.
Weren't they being given an impossible task? If they went up and then failed to cure him, wouldn't it be more than just a loss of reputation? It would be a complete ruin.
Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke up.
Seeing the situation, Mo Qingrou sighed softly.
A matter of life and death. Just as she was about to give it a try, a voice rang out in the area, and everyone immediately turned their heads to look.
"I alone can save him, but there is a condition. As for what the condition is, we'll discuss it afterward," Chen Yuan had noticed the situation early on and spoke after pondering for a moment.
Saving Xu Chiyang was a simple matter for him. He spoke up because he wanted to see if he could glean some information about the "Primordial Hundred Herbs" afterward, and perhaps find other Spirit Grasses.
"You? Stop joking, this is a matter of life and death!" Minister Zhang said, rebuking him as soon as he saw it was Chen Yuan.
Yang Ming did not speak, but his face revealed an expression of displeasure.
Elder Fu, standing beside Chen Yuan, saw the expressions on Minister Zhang's and Yang Ming's faces and immediately whispered, "Nephew, this is no joke, saving a person is different from mixing medicines."
Though pharmacists understood medicines, most of them did not achieve much in healing.
After all, mixing medicines required a lot of time to accumulate experience; there was no time left to study medical techniques. Moreover, for a youngster to have such achievements in mixing medicines was already one in ten thousand, and now to say he could save Xu Chiyang—who would believe that?
Had Minister Zhang not seen his exceptional talent in medicine preparation, he would have had him thrown out already.
"Has this young man lost his mind wanting to be famous? Who does he think he is?"
"Exactly, can't he see the circumstances? Even Divine Doctor Mo isn't sure, and he says he can handle it alone? What a joke."
"Does he mean he's better than Divine Doctor Mo?"
Some who were jealous of Chen Yuan receiving first place in the competition began to criticize.
Fu Xiaoqing hadn't expected Chen Yuan to say such a thing at this time and stepped forward to say, "Stop fooling around and come back!"
After all, Chen Yuan was brought by her grandfather; if something went wrong, her grandfather would also be blamed.
"Let him try," Mo Qingrou suddenly spoke.
"What? Divine Doctor Mo, that's impossible. He's just a pharmacist," Minister Zhang said urgently.
"Not possible? Then who will? If we don't try, he won't make it," Mo Qingrou surveyed the room, and those her gaze fell on immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes.
She looked at Chen Yuan, who, despite being doubted by everyone, remained composed.
The medicine solution from earlier had already surprised her enough; could he really know medical techniques?
Chen Yuan smiled gently, came beside Mo Qingrou, and asked kindly, "May I borrow your Golden Needle?"
Mo Qingrou blinked, "You know how to administer acupuncture? Don't you need my help?"
Chen Yuan did not respond, took the Golden Needle, and in the few seconds before people could react, he had already completed the acupuncture.
"It's done, he'll wake up soon," Chen Yuan said as he stood up.
"Ah, it's done?" Mo Qingrou was puzzled, wondering how just a few seconds could suffice.
Others were also puzzled, thinking, isn't this a joke? Is it really done?
Just as someone was about to start mocking, they saw the scene suddenly quiet down, and everyone looked down.
They saw Xu Chiyang's body covered in nearly a hundred Golden Needles within seconds, and the previously motionless Xu Chiyang suddenly moaned, then slowly opened his eyes.
Mo Qingrou's beautiful eyes flickered with brilliance as she looked at Chen Yuan in a mix of shock and doubt.
Both Yang Ming and Minister Zhang were so astonished they couldn't close their mouths.
Even Elder Fu had not snapped back to reality.
The entire room instantly erupted in astonishment.
How could this be possible?!?