From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor-Chapter 422 - 395: You Are Poisoned

Wang Jiancheng maintained the demeanor of a noble heir throughout the entire process. Before meeting Xu Chunliang, he might have felt unsettled, but now he feels much better. Xu Chunliang indeed possesses many talents and courage that he lacks.

At Adele’s concert, he personally witnessed Xu Chunliang’s miraculous medical skills. Recently, he also heard about Xu Chunliang beating Wang Zeqiang. After analyzing the situation, Wang Jiancheng concluded that the Qiao Family might have already tacitly approved of Xu Chunliang and Mei Ru Xue’s relationship. Without the Qiao Family’s support, no matter how capable Xu Chunliang is, he wouldn’t dare to provoke the Wang Family.

He led the two guests into the living room, invited them to sit down, poured tea for them, and then asked them to wait while he went alone to the study to see his father.

Wang Zhengdao was sitting in the dimly-lit study, listening to the news. When his son walked in, he slowly opened his eyes and asked, "The guests have arrived?"

Wang Jiancheng replied, "Mei Ru Xue is here as well."

Wang Zhengdao sighed and said, "Your engagement is over." Mei Ru Xue coming to their home with Xu Chunliang was equivalent to the Qiao Family openly stating their stance, meaning the political marriage alliance between the two families was completely over.

Wang Jiancheng said, "Dad, this is a different era. Arranged marriages are outdated. Besides, Mei Ru Xue and I have no emotional foundation. She doesn’t like me, and I don’t like her either."

Wang Zhengdao picked up the remote control and turned off the broadcast. "Decisions shouldn’t be based solely on personal preferences. Let Xu Chunliang in. I won’t see Mei Ru Xue."

Wang Jiancheng nodded in agreement, left the room, and invited Xu Chunliang in.

Wang Zhengdao sized up Xu Chunliang as he entered the study. In terms of appearance, the young man was definitely decent, younger and more upright than his own son. Even though the room was dimly lit, it didn’t detract in the least from the sunny expression on the man’s face.

Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang. I am Xu Chunliang."

Wang Zhengdao, whose face was shadowed, displayed a genial smile. Although he showed kindness, the dimness made his smile appear somewhat eerie. "Hello, please have a seat."

Xu Chunliang sat across from Wang Zhengdao, observing his face over the desk.

Being out of sunlight for so long made Wang Zhengdao’s complexion pallid, his sickly skin making his thick brows appear even darker and coarser. His nose was high-bridged, his lips were very thin, with a faint purplish tint.

Xu Chunliang said, "Could we open the curtains?"

Wang Zhengdao shook his head, "I can’t stand the sun. The moment I see sunlight, my eyes itch, my body breaks out in red blisters, and the itch is unbearable. I suffer from vomiting and diarrhea, and it’s utter agony."

Xu Chunliang asked, "How long has it been?"

Wang Zhengdao hesitated before responding, "Three years!"

Xu Chunliang continued, "As far as I know, you withdrew from the public eye three years ago. This condition must have started more than three years ago, right?"

"If counting from the first onset of symptoms, it’s been about three and a half years."

"Has this period been hard?"

Wang Zhengdao sighed, "Like living year by year."

Xu Chunliang gestured for him to turn his hands over and lay them flat on the table, and he looked intently at Wang Zhengdao’s palms. The palms had very unusual lines, all of which were continuous palm lines.

Typically, interpretations of such palm lines suggest either congenital dullness or exceptional talent. Research shows that individuals with continuous palm lines often possess criminal genes.

Wang Zhengdao noticed Xu Chunliang observing his palm lines and smiled. "Do you understand palmistry?"

"I know a little."

Wang Zhengdao nodded, "A palmistry master once read my hands, saying that with continuous lines on both palms, my character and destiny were not optimistic. The right B line being continuous indicates a congenital defect. My middle and ring fingers are clubbed, nails inverted triangles, and the intelligence line has many islands and crosses. Typically, individuals like me have cognitive development issues."

Xu Chunliang laughed; the master’s interpretation likely didn’t match reality, as Wang Zhengdao was certainly not someone with cognitive development issues.

Wang Zhengdao continued, "My left hand’s C line is continuous, and the emotion line initially branches towards the forefinger, then downwards at the end, suggesting I have a strong desire for power. I’ve long let everything go; what power desire could I possibly have now?"

Xu Chunliang said, "The master you mentioned read your destiny. I’m observing for illness."

"Can palmistry diagnose illness?" Wang Zhengdao’s expression was filled with skepticism.

Xu Chunliang explained, "In traditional Chinese medicine, there is a phrase ’look, listen, question, and feel.’ ’Look’ doesn’t just refer to facial features but also includes the hand. A person’s palm and fingerprints, like the rings of a tree, reflect growth patterns."

"That’s still fortune-telling. Fortune-tellers also claim to predict past and future through palmistry."

Xu Chunliang said, "Everything in the world has both a continuous and a discontinuous aspect. When a person develops to a certain stage, they transition from growth to aging. Growth is a continuous process, but the transition to aging is a discontinuous phenomenon. From this turning point, the process of continuous aging begins. Just like when the sun rises in the morning, the sundial shadow gradually shortens, and when it reaches its shortest, a change occurs; the shadow begins to gradually lengthen. The ancients studied these patterns of change in everything and developed the Innate Eight Trigrams."

"The Innate Eight Trigrams?"

Xu Chunliang nodded and said, "The Innate Eight Trigrams correspond to fingerprints, allowing one to see a person’s process of growth and aging. Therefore, I need you to provide me with your birth date and time. Fingerprints have a fixed number; typically, men have one hundred forty-five and women one hundred twenty-two. Generally speaking, the more fingerprints one has, the higher their intelligence. From the shape of your fingerprints, you can also discern the severity of illnesses. Your ten fingers are all arch-shaped, indicating your condition is severe and difficult to cure, possibly lifelong."

Wang Zhengdao listened to him talk eloquently and realized that the young man in front of him was not just famous without reason. No wonder Elder Qiao had recommended him.

Xu Chunliang looked at Wang Zhengdao’s right palm and continued to analyze, "The Zhen trigram and Li trigram on your right palm are connected by a line, indicating that you easily fall ill due to the interaction of wind and fire. Your lung meridian, heart meridian, stomach meridian, kidney meridian, bladder meridian, pericardium meridian, and liver meridian have all been damaged. Based on your time of birth at Wu Shen year, when the sun illness is severe, and the fire transport is excessive as the main transport, Shaoyang Fire governs the sky, and Jueyin wind wood is in the spring, the main qi is Yangming dry metal, the guest qi is Taiyang cold water. When the sun illness is severe, it shows metal generates water, water generates fire, fire overcomes metal, metal overcomes wood, water overcomes fire in a mixture of wind, heat, dryness, and cold intertwined. On the day of your initial outbreak, the water transport was excessive as the main transport, showing water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, wood overcomes earth, earth overcomes water, water overcomes fire, fire overcomes metal, a mix of wind, cold, heat, dryness, and humidity intertwined illness encountered at your time of birth."

Wang Zhengdao frowned, "These two illnesses seem to contradict each other."

Xu Chunliang said, "The intertwining of cold and heat is not contradictory."

Wang Zhengdao remained silent; indeed, he sometimes suffered from alternating hot and cold symptoms.

Xu Chunliang took his hands and said, "But your palm and fingerprints are contradictory; the condition is even more complex than I have described."

Wang Zhengdao thought to himself, you’ve been reading my palm since you entered, telling half-truths clouded in mystery, and finally concluding that my illness is complex, which is as good as saying nothing at all and probably means you can’t cure me either.

Xu Chunliang then asked him to open his mouth. After seeking Wang Zhengdao’s permission, he turned on the flashlight on his phone; otherwise, even with Xu Chunliang’s good eyesight, it would not be easy to see his tongue clearly under these lighting conditions.

Wang Zhengdao’s tongue was bluish, often a sign of cold coagulation and yang stagnation, or yang deficiency with cold coagulation; the base of the tongue was blue-purple, indicating internal blood stasis.

The tongue was dull and lackluster, the tip of the tongue lacked agility, and the tongue appeared dry.

The tongue coating was light black, commonly seen in internal heat syndrome and cold-damp syndrome, consistent with the symptoms presented by his palm patterns.

The tongue coating was thick with coarse and loose granules resembling a pile of bean residue on the tongue surface, which could be removed with a cotton swab, indicating gastrointestinal heat issues. Removing part of the tongue coating revealed underlying greenish-yellow with a faint fishy odor.

Xu Chunliang threw the cotton swab into the trash bin, returned to his seat, and stared into Wang Zhengdao’s eyes, "Mr. Wang, may I shine some light into your eyes?"

Wang Zhengdao shook his head and said, "My eyes can’t endure strong light. In the past, the hospital performed a pupillary reflex test on me, and my response to light is slow, my pupillary constriction is abnormal."

Seeing him refuse, Xu Chunliang did not insist, "How is your bowel movement?"

Wang Zhengdao hesitated for a moment and said, "Routine tests were all done, no issues."

Xu Chunliang asked, "How about the smell?"

Wang Zhengdao paused again, but quickly realized Xu Chunliang was obviously asking about the smell, not the taste. Although he knew this was a normal inquiry, he still showed some reluctance, "Nothing unusual?"

Xu Chunliang said, "I mean compared to before, is there any foul, rotten smell? Does your urine have a strong fishy odor?"

Wang Zhengdao showed a trace of surprise, "Compared to before, my urine does indeed have a much stronger fishy smell, but it is clear in quality. As for my stool... there’s a smell of toon leaves, though... I’ve never eaten toon leaves."

Xu Chunliang asked, "Three and a half years ago, did you suffer any injuries?"

Wang Zhengdao shook his head, "No!"

"Think carefully, have you been bitten by snakes or insects, or eaten anything strange?"

Wang Zhengdao tried hard to recall, and after a while, he said, "I have not been injured or bitten by snakes or insects, but I did eat something abroad once, a bat soup on Babor Island."

Xu Chunliang asked, "Did you fall ill right then?"

Wang Zhengdao shook his head, "At least a month later, and I had a medical checkup after returning, the two probably aren’t related, right?"

"You’ve been poisoned!"

"Poisoned?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Xu Chunliang in astonishment. For the past three years, he had sought out famous doctors and undergone countless tests, with most experts believing it was a neurological disorder, but none said it was poisoning.

Xu Chunliang said, "Although I haven’t seen what you ate, it must have something to do with the bat. Your symptoms indicate poisoning, with the toxicity entering slowly, typically in three stages. The first stage usually presents allergy symptoms, the second stage includes photophobia and hydrophobia, and the third stage displays various intertwined symptoms. You’re in the third stage; if untreated in time, I’m afraid you won’t make it through this year."