The young man who jumped out was not tall, around five foot six, slightly chubby, and not bad-looking, with fair, delicate skin.
The gatekeepers stopped him outright. Ever since President Feng had shown his skills in White Apricot Town, people came every day seeking treatment.
Seeking treatment would have been one thing, but the key was that many of them hoped a bowl of water would be enough, saying they would make a donation afterward.
Donations were voluntary. It was not as though treatment came with a fixed price. In other words, most of those people came hoping to take advantage.
The gatekeepers usually turned such people away directly. Today, when they suddenly heard the word "poisoned," they paused.
Everyone had a kind heart, and the two gatekeepers were no exception. Without even mentioning President Feng, they glared at him. "If someone's been poisoned, why aren't you rushing them to the hospital? This isn't a hospital. If you don't want anything to happen to your family, leave now."
The young man said bitterly, "We took her to the hospital already. They couldn't treat her... Someone pointed us here."
"The hell? The hospital can't treat it, so you brought her here?" The tall gatekeeper gave a wry shake of his head. "What poison?"
The young man's face darkened as he answered dejectedly, "Paraquat."
"Paraquat..." The short gatekeeper repeated it, then cried out, "Paraquat? Who could possibly treat that?"
"Heh, paraquat." The tall gatekeeper chuckled dryly as well. "That stuff is certain death. Not even an immortal could save her."
The young man said decisively, "We'll pay. However much you want... As long as she can be cured, name your price."
"Ha." The tall gatekeeper snorted dismissively. "And if she can't be cured, you won't pay, right?"
The young man glanced at