The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 257 - : 247 Sensation on Weibo! Summoning the Miracle Doctor to Come Out of Retirement [2 Updates]

Chapter 257: 247 Sensation on Weibo! Summoning the Miracle Doctor to Come Out of Retirement [2 Updates]

The woman’s eyes sharpened in an instant, her whole demeanor chilling, and her voice sank, “Are you questioning me?”

As soon as she said this, both Lance and Beixi’s nerves tensed to a high degree.

“It’s not questioning, it’s asking you to show off your abilities for us to admire,” Ying Zijin nodded, “This is a new type of poison that the Bevin family purchased from The Third Poison Master, for which there is currently no antidote.”

“However, I believe that as the Number One Poison Master in the world, you surely can neutralize it.”

The middle-aged man was utterly confused and couldn’t help but lower his voice, “Miss, when did you buy this new poison from that lunatic?”

Rita stepped on his foot, “Shut your mouth.”

The woman looked at the pastry in the bottle and scoffed, “Since the Bevin family is so insincere, let’s call off the cooperation.”

She no longer wanted the Calming Flower either and turned to leave.

But a hand moved with lightning speed, instantly gripping her shoulder.

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Rita was about to intervene, but when she saw this scene, she was startled.

It was well known that Poison Masters were lethal all over, even those ranked twentieth.

Touching them without their consent led to immediate poisoning.

This was the Number One Poison Master.

If you touched her, death on the spot would be the least of it.

Unless, it was a fake!

Rita’s pupils contracted sharply, she commanded in a stern voice, “Come, seize her!”

At this command, those hiding in the shadows all came out, quickly surrounding the woman.

But before they could approach, the woman’s body suddenly began to convulse.

Her head tilted, and she fell toward the ground.

“What the hell is this?” Rita said coldly as she approached, “Playing dead?”

“Don’t go near,” Ying Zijin raised her hand to stop her, “It’s poisoned.”

“What?”

Rita paused briefly, and after looking again, her expression drastically changed.

The body of the woman on the ground gradually caved in, turning into a skeleton within half a minute.

Even the bones began to show black veins.

In a matter of seconds, the poison had eroded all of the woman’s internal organs and skin, completely decomposing the cells, extremely terrifying.

Even if she wasn’t the Number One Poison Master, this level of poison was enough to rank in the world’s top ten.

Not only do Poison Masters have a ranking, but so do poisons.

The world’s top ten poisons were guarded in one place and were not allowed to be released.

The world’s number one poison was comparable to those ancient viruses left over from billions of years ago under Antarctica’s ice sheets.

It could obliterate the world in minutes.

Ying Zijin pulled out another bottle from her pocket and poured the powder inside over the area.

Rita was still vigilant, “What’s that?”

“It’s to neutralize all poisons, bought from that lunatic,” Ying Zijin finished pouring, “We should be able to touch her now, though you won’t be able to detect anything.”

Rita’s gaze shifted repeatedly, “Never mind, take her back first, no matter what, a Poison Master must have been involved.”

Speaking, she took out her cell phone, “I’m going to post on the forum.”

Like Xize Lorentz, Rita, as the Bevin family’s young lady, also knew most of the details.

Her account’s rank was S Level.

After all, there were only so many SS Level accounts in the entire forum.

She posted angrily, “I was too naive.”

Ying Zijin glanced at her and gave a slight nod, “At your age, it’s normal to be naive.”

“Can you stop insulting me?” Rita gritted her teeth, “I must go back to O continent now, we’ll contact each other when we have time.”

Ying Zijin said nothing, wiped her hands, and left the dilapidated villa.

**

The next day.

Imperial Capital.

Mu Family.

Mu Weifeng sat on a stone bench in the garden, holding a brush in his right hand. After dipping it in ink, he began to write.

His calligraphy was beautiful, fluid and powerful, with every stroke brimming with strength.

Mu Weifeng wrote fluently, but as he was on the last character, his hand shook.

Then, blood suddenly sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto the Xuan Paper.

A shocking sight.

Mu Weifeng’s expression remained calm. He crumpled up the piece of Xuan paper and tossed it into the trash can before casually answering the ringing phone beside him.

“Grandpa Sheng,” he had barely started with the address when he began to cough violently.

With each cough, more blood spilled out.

Even through the phone, Sheng Qingtang could tell there was a problem, his face changed color, “Your illness has gotten worse?”

“It’s manageable,” Mu Weifeng wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and offered a bitter smile, “At least I won’t die right now.”

“You, you, you!” Sheng Qingtang was incredibly anxious, “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

In fact, he had considered taking on a disciple, and that was Mu Weifeng.

At that time, he was still the president of the Hua Country Calligrapher Association and lived in the Imperial Capital.

He met Mu Weifeng at a calligraphy exhibition.

Among the younger generation he had seen, aside from Ying Zijin, only Mu Weifeng’s writing could truly be considered exceptional.

But Mu Weifeng declined his offer to take him on as a disciple due to his poor health, although they maintained a great relationship.

He would call Mu Weifeng every week, and visit the Imperial Capital once a month; he never noticed anything amiss with Mu Weifeng.

Sheng Qingtang had even thought Mu Weifeng’s illness had long since healed.

However, it was getting worse each year.

Mu Weifeng was only twenty years old this year, yet burdened with such a frail body.

“I know my own body,” Mu Weifeng said nothing more, even managing a smile. “Grandpa Sheng, I was just writing for you, planning to mail it to you, but unfortunately, it got ruined.”

“What are you thinking about writing at a time like this?” Sheng Qingtang got even angrier, “Just like my bald-headed son, you never let people worry-free. Wait for me, I know a Little Divine Doctor, she can definitely cure you.”

Mu Weifeng was taken aback for a moment, and before he could say anything, Sheng Qingtang had hung up the phone.

He sighed, shaking his head.

He had seen many doctors, and even visited the Meng Family.

But since he couldn’t request a direct lineage family member of the Meng Family, his illness had never improved.

His desire for power wasn’t that great, nor did he intend to inherit the Mu family’s position. He only hoped, as an heir, he could invite a direct lineage family member of the Meng Family to treat his illness.

After all, he still had a sister to take care of.

It was a pity that divine doctors were not so easily found.

After taking a pill, Mu Weifeng continued writing.

**

Meanwhile.

When Ying Zijin received Sheng Qingtang’s call, she was in the midst of working on problems sent over by Professor Zuo Li.

“Little Divine Doctor, I have an awkward favor to ask,” Sheng Qingtang cut straight to the chase, “I have a disciple, not in name but in practice, who has a severe illness, carried from his mother’s womb. It’s been getting worse over the years. Could you please see him?”

Before Ying Zijin could respond, he added hastily, “It’s all up to you, I won’t insist.”

Ying Zijin paused for a moment, “Others doctors couldn’t diagnose it?”

“Yes,” Sheng Qingtang sighed heavily, distressed and upset, “How is it that his not small family can’t cure his illness?”

Ying Zijin pondered briefly, “Can he come to Shanghai City?”

“He can, he can,” Sheng Qingtang sounded overjoyed, “I’ll call him right now to come over. Little Divine Doctor, whatever you want, I can send it to you.”

“We’ll see when the time comes,” Ying Zijin continued to focus on her work, indifferently, “I treat people depending on the situation.”

“Oh, by the way, Little Divine Doctor, there’s an international calligraphy and painting exhibition, I’m sending the piece you wrote for me to be displayed,” Sheng Qingtang mentioned, “Taking first place wouldn’t be undeserved.”

At this news, Ying Zijin grew somewhat interested, “Is there any money or good food?”

Sheng Qingtang was taken aback and after a long pause, replied, “It seems there isn’t any, but Little Divine Doctor, surely your reputation will greatly increase!”

Then, he was coldly and indifferently hung up on.

“…”

**

The details of the ISC that was being organized began to spread beyond high schools and onto the internet.

There was no shortage of international competitions, particularly in sports.

But such a large-scale academic competition was unprecedented.

Hua Country had a total of six direct qualifications for the international competition.

Verdant Middle School received one, Imperial Capital University Affiliated Middle School two, and the remaining three were from three other high schools.

The selections for these six spots were announced directly on the official Hua Country science website.

Many who were watching the ISC went to check it out, and after seeing the results, returned to microblogging platforms excitedly discussing the matter.

[Those six individuals will probably represent Hua Country in the international competition, right?]

[I looked up one of them, really impressive, only 17 years old and already won many awards. Truly a young hero.]

[No no no, they’re not all impressive. I remember the other five; one has won three gold medals in IMO, IOI, and IChO, another has already secured admission to the world’s second-ranked university, and the other three have also won numerous awards.

But who is Ying Zijin? Has she won any academic awards? Why is her name alongside theirs? Isn’t this pulling the country down?]