My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

"Manager Chen! Can you explain to me what a poison pill is?"

On the way back, Ying Zheng immediately asked about what he had heard when buying the car.

Chen Mo pondered for a moment before replying.

"Later historical records and modern medical research have shown that in your later years, in order to seek longevity, you took a large amount of so-called elixirs made by alchemists."

"And among these pills..."

Chen Mo paused and glanced at Ying Zheng.

"Contains large amounts of highly toxic substances such as mercury, lead, and cinnabar!"

Mercury?! Lead?!

Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously retorted.

"impossible!"

"Those alchemists said that this is the essence of heaven and earth, capable of transforming one's body and soul, allowing one to ascend to immortality!"

Chen Mo glanced at him again.

"If you eat this for a long time, you really can ascend to heaven."

"It's just that he went to the Western Paradise."

"What is the Western Paradise?"

Ying Zheng was somewhat puzzled.

"It's to see your ancestors."

Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment before retorting again.

"Then why do I always feel refreshed and invigorated after eating? It's as if I've truly been reborn?"

"That's because it contains addictive ingredients!"

Chen Mo sighed.

"You feel great when you first eat that stuff, but once you stop, your body will react, making you irritable, easily angered, and even causing headaches and insomnia."

"That so-called feeling of refreshment is nothing but an illusion that drains the foundation of your life. Every time you take the pill, you are overdrawing your life force."

Chen Mo glanced at Ying Zheng, his eyes filled with regret.

"Think back carefully, did you experience irritability, headaches, insomnia, or even memory loss, and involuntary trembling in your hands and feet if you didn't take the pills for a period of time after taking them?"

"This is because the internal organs and even the brain are damaged, and this drug is addictive; once you get hooked, it's very difficult to quit."

Ying Zheng's expression grew increasingly grim. He wanted to refute something, but found himself powerless to do so.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Mo sighed deeply.

"Especially towards the end, it felt like being torn to pieces."

Ying Zheng remained silent.

A chilling fear, mixed with overwhelming rage at being fooled, instantly engulfed his entire body and the entire carriage.

"Xu Fu... Lu Sheng... Hou Sheng... and those alchemists..."

Ying Zheng spat out these names through gritted teeth, each word carrying a chilling killing intent.

His clenched fist was so tight that the knuckles turned white and it trembled slightly.

The air inside the carriage seemed to freeze.

Fusu and Zhu Biao also held their breath, as they could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from Ying Zheng that seemed to be about to take shape.

After a long while, Ying Zheng slowly raised his head, his eyes colder than ever before.

It seems he hasn't killed anyone in a long time; those people are unaware of his reputation as the First Emperor, the tyrant!

Ying Zheng turned to Chen Mo, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes.

"Manager Chen... could you tell me... whether there are any medical methods here in future generations?"

Chen Mo remained silent for a moment.

"I'm really not sure about that. Your heavy metal poisoning is very troublesome even in modern times, but I don't know how much has accumulated."

"If the accumulation is small, it might be treatable, but if it's large, even a great immortal wouldn't be able to help."

Chen Mo glanced at Ying Zheng and, seeing his eyes gradually dimming, hurriedly spoke up.

"But you could go to the hospital for a checkup first, at least that way you'll get a general idea!"

"A hospital? Is that your future Imperial Medical Academy?"

Hope rekindled in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"Go immediately! I need to know right away!"

Seeing Ying Zheng's resolute attitude, Chen Mo could not refuse and turned to drive towards the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Chen Mo registered for an appointment with a specialist and, after waiting for a while, led Ying Zheng and the others into the consultation room.

The doctor looked at the imposing man in the executive jacket and asked the usual question.

"Where does it hurt?"

"I... am often irritable, dizzy, weak, and suffer from insomnia. Many times I get angry for no reason..."

Ying Zheng looked at the old expert, speaking in a very authentic Shaanxi accent.

The doctor's expression hardened. He adjusted his glasses and picked up the stethoscope to listen.

"Your condition sounds like heavy metal poisoning."

The doctor wrote a prescription.

"First, get your blood drawn to test for mercury and lead levels, then do a urine test, and then..."

"Well, given that the contact time may have been quite long, I suggest you have a head CT scan and an abdominal ultrasound to check for any organic damage."

Ying Zheng looked at Chen Mo, only to see Chen Mo pick up the list, pull him along, and walk outside.

"What are we going to do?!"

Ying Zheng was somewhat puzzled.

"Shouldn't we just have a doctor examine us and treat us?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo was both amused and exasperated.

"This requires various instruments, as well as blood and urine tests."

"???"

Ying Zheng's eyes widened.

What?!

"Do they need to draw blood from your forehead too?"

"Drawing blood from your forehead is one thing, but now they also want to test your urine?"

"Are all the doctors here this twisted?"

"I won't verify it! I absolutely won't verify it!"

Ying Zheng shook his head vigorously, as if he were about to leave.

Chen Mo's lips twitched as he dragged Ying Zheng to the blood test area.

Seeing the gleaming needle, Ying Zheng panicked.

It wasn't that he was cowardly; in the past, he could drive a chariot across the battlefield with one hand, and he had no idea what fear was.

but……

Ying Zheng glanced at the needle and syringe spraying water out and swallowed hard.

He's never actually tried this before!

Ying Zheng sat down, took off his clothes, and put his arms on the cushion.

"It shouldn't hurt, right?"

The nurse smiled.

"It doesn't hurt! It's just like being bitten by a mosquito."

"Oh, I see..."

Ying Zheng nodded, about to say something, when he saw that the needle had already been inserted into the vein, drawing out bright red blood.

After a while, Ying Zheng pressed a cotton ball against his wound, his face turning ashen.

"Didn't she say it didn't hurt?"

"It hurts so much!"

Chen Mo looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Don't rush! There are other projects coming up."

After saying that, Chen Mo pulled Ying Zheng to the CT room.

Because he has come so many times in a short period of time, everyone here already knows Chen Mo.

One of the staff members looked at Chen Mo and the man behind him and joked.

"Did you bring people here for an inspection again this time?"

"It was Li Chengqian before, but now it's Ying Zheng, isn't it?"

After saying that, he took the medical record, looked at the name on it, and paused for a moment.

"Holy crap! His name really is Ying Zheng!"