The speaker, a man in his sixties, was a real estate magnate named Yan Baojin. His real estate company's annual revenue exceeded five hundred billion yuan. He had also, in conjunction with several others from the Han family, ventured into banking and insurance, raking in tens of billions in profits annually.
Upon hearing Ye Tian, Yan Baojin said dismissively, "I don't believe a single word you say!"
Ye Tian replied, "It's alright if you don't believe me. You can try pressing the spot about two centimeters to the left, between your third and fourth ribs."
Yan Baojin paused. Being a cautious man, he reached out and found the spot. He pressed gently, but a sharp cry of pain escaped him, and his body stiffened.
The others were startled and looked towards Ye Tian.
Ye Tian said calmly, "When you feel the pain, is it like a hundred needles piercing your heart simultaneously, with an electric sensation throughout your body?"
Yan Baojin's face darkened. "That's right. How did you know?"
Ye Tian stated, "These are precisely the symptoms of poisoning."
Yan Baojin's expression turned grim. "Who would want to harm me?"
Ye Tian's gaze swept across the room. "Several of you here have issues, some minor, some major. It seems someone is targeting you."
The Twelve Disciples were greatly alarmed. Someone was targeting them?
Even Han Ning Shuang was shocked. "Ye Tian, everyone has a problem?"
Ye Tian found a chair and sat down, saying calmly, "Twelve Disciples, come forward one by one."
Ou Fan, who had been hypnotized, had now regained consciousness. She walked up to Ye Tian and asked nervously, "Mr. Ye, do I have a problem too?"
Ye Tian took her pulse and observed her for a moment. "There's an issue with what you're eating; it's incompatible. If this continues, you won't live long."
Ou Fan's face changed drastically. "Because I'm a picky eater, I hired a private chef. Is it possible he's trying to harm me?"
Ye Tian replied, "You can call that chef here."
Ou Fan nodded. "Alright, I'll have him come over immediately!"
Following that, a man around fifty with a slicked-back hairstyle approached. His name was Song Shize, and his status was comparable to Zhou Tianxing's. He was a core member of the Twelve Disciples.
Song Shize's tone was very calm as he smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, could you examine me?"
Ye Tian sensed that the man's attitude towards him was very respectful, but he didn't think much of it. He proceeded to examine him and said, "Your problem lies within yourself. When you were young, your body suffered hardship, leaving many hidden ailments."
Song Shize nodded. "Divine Doctor Ye's reputation is well-deserved. My parents were killed when I was young, and I wandered the streets performing for a living, enduring countless hardships. Because of this, my digestion and lungs have problems. Although I've seen many renowned doctors, these ailments relapse periodically."
Ye Tian remarked, "Indeed. You are now over fifty. In another two or three years, these old illnesses will likely erupt simultaneously. By then, you won't be able to continue in your official capacity."
Song Shize asked, "Can Divine Doctor Ye help me with treatment?"
Before Ye Tian could answer, he continued, "I have a very good relationship with Yang Zheng, Second Master Yang, and Li Taishi, Brother Li. I've heard of Divine Doctor Ye's great name from them."
Ye Tian was somewhat surprised. "So you know Second Master Yang and Mr. Li."
Song Shize smiled. "Yes. Seeing your uncanny diagnostic skills just now, and knowing your surname is Ye, I guessed you might be the renowned Divine Doctor Ye Tian."
Ye Tian nodded. "Yes, your illness can be treated. Once this matter is concluded, you can come find me."
Song Shize was overjoyed. "Thank you, Divine Doctor Ye!"
The remaining Twelve Disciples came forward one by one. As it turned out, most of them had some issues, some quite serious, and several were on the brink of death.
With Song Shize's endorsement, no one dared to doubt Ye Tian's diagnoses anymore. After examining the last person, Song Shize stepped forward and said, "Divine Doctor Ye, it is Miss Ning Shuang's fortune to have caught your eye. We all offer our blessings. From this moment on, I, Song Shize, formally pledge eternal loyalty to Miss Ning Shuang!"
With that, this high-ranking official of the court actually knelt down on the spot. Zhou Tianxing, Ou Fan, and the others followed suit, and the Twelve Disciples bowed to Han Ning Shuang.
A similar event had occurred decades ago when they were still ordinary people, all kneeling before the Old Immortal Han and calling him their master.
Now, they were bowing to their master's granddaughter, signifying that they had officially acknowledged Han Ning Shuang's position as their leader.