The traveling doctor pulled a silver needle from his medicine pouch, swiftly thrust it into several of the patient's acupoints, and then turned to the crowd, holding up the blackened silver needle with a look of agonizing grief. "Everyone, please look! The patient's pulse is deep and slow, his pupils are dilated, and the silver needle has turned black—this is clearly the sign of poisoning! The prescription given by Huichun Hall must have used the wrong medicine. This isn't curing an illness; this is murder!"
Hearing this, the crowd instantly erupted into an uproar.
Some people anxiously stepped forward, declaring that they had also taken medicine from Huichun Hall and begging the traveling doctor for a diagnosis. Others clutched the doorframes and dry-heaved, as if they had been poisoned themselves.
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