I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

"Could it be that my problem-solving approach is wrong?"

"I see that these patients all have blackened skin, and it won't be long before the blackened areas turn into rotting flesh..."

Cheng Laiyun stroked his chin and said casually:

"It feels a bit like poison..."

Outside the shed, Ling Ziyun paused for a moment, bent down to pick up the silver needle, and looked up at Cheng Laiyun.

"Poison??" He frowned slightly. "You mean... this plague might not be a plague, but a poison?"

Seeing his expression, Cheng Laiyun knew that this kid had taken his words to heart, so he shrugged.

"I just said it offhand."

"You've investigated for so long, and the water, soil, and air are all fine. I've been thinking, how could a medical lineage with thousands of years of history possibly have a plague that you haven't been able to detect?"

"So, a thought struck me: could it be poisoning, but the poison is transmitted directly or indirectly..."

He almost said the words "snake venom".

As for whether Ling Ziyun will be able to think of this next, he really couldn't say any more.

Ling Ziyun seemed lost in thought, stroking his chin without saying a word.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly nodded: "That makes sense, I'll give it a try."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Watching his retreating figure, Cheng Laiyun and Xu Jiayin exchanged a glance, said nothing, and returned to the Tiangong Academy.

……

East of Qingzhou City, the Medical Sect Branch.

For more than ten days in a row, this three-courtyard house was shrouded in gloom and despair.

Under the eaves and in the courtyard, one could see medical disciples with furrowed brows everywhere.

Some were engrossed in medical books, flipping through them repeatedly; others huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, but soon fell silent.

Nobody could come up with a solution.

Another violent coughing sound came from the backyard, followed by suppressed sobs from the family members.

again.

Ling Ziyun strode across the courtyard, ignoring the puzzled looks from his fellow disciples, and went straight back to his room.

He closed the door, spread out paper and pen, and tried hard to recall Cheng Laiyun's words.

"Lai Yun was able to help me understand the blood type method back then, which is enough to prove his talent in medicine."

"What he said today may seem like a casual remark, but if it were someone else, you would definitely take it as a joke and move on."

"But I know about his talent."

"A moment of genius is more effective than a lifetime of hard work by an ordinary person."

Thinking of this, Ling Ziyun's gaze deepened:

"Even Uncle-Master Luo couldn't find the source of the plague when he personally went out to investigate. Even if I were to go along with him at this time, it would be insignificant."

"Why not try a different approach... It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, but what if it does..."

"If, according to Brother Laiyun, this isn't a plague, but a poison..."

He closed his eyes and pondered, recalling the symptoms of the patients he had seen in the past few days.

These symptoms do indeed resemble those of certain snake venoms recorded in the "Poison Classic"...

Ling Ziyun opened his eyes, took out the yellowed "Poison Classic", and turned to the chapter on snake venom.

"The venom of the Black-bellied Giant Serpent of the Demon Race... its potency is extreme... death will ensue if left untreated within three days..."

He went through the medical records from the past few days, line by line.

The more I look at it, the more it resembles the real thing.

The demon race… Ling Ziyun frowned deeply.

The term "demon race" is almost extinct in the entire Great Yuan Dynasty.

Since the destruction of the six kingdoms a thousand years ago, the Great Yuan Dynasty has prospered, and the demon and barbarian races have long been driven to the desolate wilderness.

This is why their medical sect did not focus on "poison" during this plague.

He took a deep breath and took out several antidote herbs from the cabinet.

He then took out a small bottle of snake venom serum left behind by a senior physician.

That was originally intended for research and was never tested on humans.

An hour later, he carried a bowl of medicinal soup to the backyard.

"Make way."

Everyone looked at him with respect.

Ling Ziyun is a direct disciple of the Medical Sect.

They were just some outer disciples in the branch, not even inner disciples.

Ling Ziyun went straight to a critically ill patient.

After taking a deep breath, he handed the medicinal soup to a handyman disciple beside him and said:

"Force it down his throat."

"This..." The disciple hesitated for a moment after taking the medicine, then cautiously looked up and said:

"Senior Brother Ling, this is just ordinary herbal medicine..."

His words drew the attention of all the medical disciples present.

Ordinary herbal decoction?

Everyone's brows furrowed.

Without finding the source of the plague and understanding its root cause, it's impossible to prepare the medicine...

Ling Ziyun's expression remained indifferent:

"No need to ask any more questions, just feed him."

The disciple hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly accepted, saying, "Yes."

No one dared to say anything more.

After all, he was a master of medicine, and everyone knew the truth about some things.

No one could have imagined that Ling Ziyun would do something like this.

They treat patients as nothing, using their lives as experimental subjects.

Gritting his teeth, the servant disciple pried open the patient's mouth and poured the medicine down his throat.

After finishing, the disciple sighed and stood silently in place.

Ling Ziyun stared intently at the patient.

His fists were clenched tightly under his sleeves.

A tense atmosphere settled over the courtyard.

Half an hour later.

The dark spots on the patient's face have begun to fade slowly!

My breathing went from barely perceptible to smooth and easy.

"Whoosh!!"

Changes in the patient.

As disciples of the Medical Sect, everyone saw it very clearly!

A dozen pairs of eyes instantly fixed on the patient on the ground!

"This..." The servant disciple's body was trembling.

"Senior Brother Ling!!!"

"You...did it!!"

All the disciples looked towards Ling Ziyun.

They all looked completely bewildered.

Ling Ziyun didn't have time to pay attention to them.

He slowly sat down against the wall and let out a long breath.

At this moment, his gaze was incredibly complex:

"It really is poison!... The poison of the black-bellied giant serpent of the demon race!!"

At the same time, a frantic roar was screaming in his mind:

Brother Laiyun was right after all!!

……

Inside the main hall, Luo Xun, the deacon of the Medical Sect in Qingzhou, was listening to a report on the number of deaths over the past few days.

Before him stood a massive black forging furnace.

The furnace was covered with spiritual patterns.

The pale white light shone in concentric circles along the patterns.

The firelight burning in the furnace made Luo Xun's solemn face appear even more somber.

He remained silent.

With each number he announced, his brow furrowed more, and his hand gripping the spirit stone never loosened.

After a long while, Luo Xun rubbed his throbbing temples, looked at the freshly made pills, and sighed:

"I'm afraid the elixirs I carry are not enough."

"Where is Zihe? Has the source of the plague still not been found?"

The disciple who was reporting respectfully shook his head:

"No... Elder, Senior Sister Zihe hasn't slept for three nights. Aren't you going to try and persuade her?"

Luo Xun sighed softly:

"I can't persuade Zihe with her temperament, so let her be."

As he spoke, he took down the spirit stone from the huge furnace in front of him and attached it to the new spirit stone in his hand.

He then picked up the tea that had been cooled on the table and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip.