Lu Ming glanced at the woman and immediately recognized her identity.
This woman was Lin Yangdong's biological daughter, named Lin Yue'er. As Lin Yangdong's wife had passed away very early, they had relied on each other, and thus Lin Yangdong had always doted on his daughter.
Lu Ming said faintly, "I am indeed not the doctor Lin Yangdong had made an appointment with, but I have the ability to cure his illness."
Lin Yue'er smiled, "Heh heh, do you think I would believe your words? I've already driven away three fake doctors like you this month! Are you leaving? If you don't leave, I'll call security."
She didn't believe Lu Ming at all.
It was understandable. Suddenly, someone showed up claiming they could cure Lin Yangdong's illness. It sounded like a scam to swindle money.
Lu Ming smiled slightly and said, "Your father is now gravely ill. If I'm not mistaken, he vomits whatever he eats and is now as thin as a rake, right?"
Lin Yue'er was startled. "How did you know that? Did you inquire about my father's condition?"
Lu Ming continued, "Heh heh, if I told you... your father isn't sick, but was poisoned, would you believe me?"
Huh?
Lin Yue'er frowned.
This was not something to joke about. Poisoned? That meant someone intentionally wanted to kill Lin Yangdong!
But how was that possible?
Lu Ming explained, "There must be something wrong with the food Lin Yangdong has been eating recently."
With that, he took out a special silver needle from his pocket and handed it to Lin Yue'er, instructing, "You may not believe me, but you must believe in science. Before your father eats next time, test it with this silver needle. If the needle turns black, it means the food is poisonous. Even if the toxicity is very mild, it can detect it. When that happens, you can come back to me to save your father."
After speaking, Lu Ming turned to leave.
"Oh, right." Lu Ming stopped halfway. "I'll be waiting for you at the burger joint across the street."
Then Lu Ming walked out brazenly.
He was very confident, as if certain that Lin Yue'er would come looking for him.
Lin Yue'er frowned, looked at the silver needle in her hand, and recalled Lu Ming's words, sneering, "Heh heh, the charlatans these days are getting more and more cunning, making up such unreliable stories. You piece of trash."
She wanted to throw the silver needle away directly, but halfway through, Lin Yue'er stopped herself.
After careful consideration.
Lin Yue'er quietly put the silver needle into her pocket.
Although she didn't believe Lu Ming, for some reason, she felt something was off.
"It's just a silver needle, it won't hurt to carry it." Lin Yue'er turned and left.
About an hour later.
It was time for Lin Yangdong to eat.
Lin Yangdong's new girlfriend – Qiao Kemin, holding a bowl of expensive deer antler and tremella soup, walked to the bedside, helped Lin Yangdong up, and fed him with a spoon.
"Come, Ah Dong, this is the deer antler and tremella soup I made myself. It's extremely nutritious. Have a little." Qiao Kemin blew on it and brought the spoon to Lin Yangdong's mouth.
Lin Yangdong, his face pale and weak, opened his mouth and managed to take a bite.
At this moment, Lin Yue'er stood by the door, watching quietly.
For some inexplicable reason, she remembered Lu Ming's words; and for some inexplicable reason, the scene before her reminded her of the infamous scene of Pan Jinlian feeding medicine to Wu Dalang.
This...
Lin Yue'er shook her head, trying to clear her mind of those chaotic thoughts.
Soon, the entire bowl of soup was finished.
Qiao Kemin was about to wash the dishes, and Lin Yue'er took the bowl from her, saying, "I'll wash it. You should stay with my dad."
Afterward.
Lin Yue'er took the bowl to the kitchen and turned on the faucet, ready to wash it.
At this moment, she once again thought of Lu Ming's words: your father isn't sick, but was poisoned.
"Impossible," Lin Yue'er shook her head repeatedly.
Qiao Kemin had always been responsible for Lin Yangdong's meals, and Lin Yue'er trusted her completely.
Qiao Kemin was kind, treated Lin Yangdong well, wasn't greedy for money, and was very considerate; she was a truly good woman.
Lin Yue'er approved of her.
Lin Yue'er had no objections to Qiao Kemin becoming her stepmother.
Many times, when Lin Yue'er made mistakes, Qiao Kemin would willingly take the blame for her! In Lin Yue'er's heart, she had long accepted her as a mother.
Therefore, Lin Yue'er had never doubted Qiao Kemin.
"I'm being foolish, how could I believe a charlatan's words?" Lin Yue'er decided to stop overthinking and put the bowl under the running water.
While washing.
Lu Ming's words kept replaying in her mind. Lin Yue'er couldn't hold back in the end.
"It's just a test, what's the harm?"
Lin Yue'er took the unwashed bowl back, placed it on the counter, and took out the silver needle Lu Ming had given her from her pocket. She dipped it slightly into the remaining soup in the bowl.
If she hadn't dipped it, she wouldn't have been so shocked!
The silver needle, starting from the tip, turned black little by little! It gradually spread upwards, and in just over ten seconds, the entire needle turned deep black!
"This..."
Lin Yue'er looked at the black needle in her hand, completely stunned. Could it be that... the soup was indeed poisoned?
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The charlatan must have tampered with the silver needle, trying to trick me. Yes, that must be it."
Just as Lin Yue'er was trying to comfort herself, she heard Qiao Kemin's scream from the bedroom: "Ah~~~!!!"
What happened?
Lin Yue'er rushed to the bedroom and saw her father slumped by the bed, spitting up a large amount of fresh blood!
The originally pristine white floor tiles were directly stained red by the blood.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Lin Yue'er ran over to check Lin Yangdong's condition.
But at this moment, Lin Yangdong had already lost consciousness, slumped by the bed, convulsing and occasionally spitting blood, appearing to be on the verge of death.
"I'll go find Doctor Tan," Qiao Kemin said.
Within a few minutes, Lin Yangdong's private doctor – Tan Wei, carrying a medical bag on his shoulder, rushed over.
Without a word, he began a series of examinations and treatments on Lin Yangdong.
After working for more than half an hour, Lin Yangdong showed no reaction.
Finally, Tan Wei said with a somber tone, "I'm sorry, I did my best. Governor Lin is critically ill and cannot be saved."
"No!" Lin Yue'er shouted, "Impossible! My dad can't die!"
Tan Wei said, "If Miss Lin doesn't believe me, you can immediately call 120 for an ambulance and send Governor Lin to a top-tier hospital for emergency treatment. However, I can guarantee that Governor Lin will not be saved. Miss Lin, I know you are heartbroken, but all I can say now is – prepare for the funeral."