“Yin poison must be treated with yang, and yang poison naturally must be treated with yin. Mr. Brooks has a profound understanding of pharmacology. The prescription just now was not actually wrong; it only needed the yang-type medicine to be replaced with a yin-type one. Bilucao and Zhuhunsha are neutral medicines, but Tiefengying is yang, and eagles overcome snakes. If it were the Seven Fiends Flowing Cloud Python’s poison, this prescription would be best. But now, just replace the Tiefengying inner core with the Lightning Weasel inner core. Of course, the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python’s poison is even fiercer, so it’s best to add some Extreme Yin Mandrake.”

William Clark spoke confidently, with an air of certainty. Most importantly, what he said was logical and well-founded—anyone who understood pharmacology would find it impossible to refute his words.

Lver looked at the young master beside her, thinking he was simply too handsome today.

“Master Qian… Master Brooks, is… is what he said reliable?” the burly man asked hesitantly.

Eleanor Brooks glanced at the burly man and shook his head with a wry smile. “To be honest, I’m not so sure myself now. But judging from the poisonous blood you just spat out, it really doesn’t look like the Seven Fiends Flowing Cloud Python’s poison.”

“But… but is his method really workable? What if I die from the medicine?”

It wasn’t that the burly man didn’t trust Yaoxiang Pavilion, but rather that William Clark’s previous reputation was just too notorious. This preconceived notion made it impossible for him to trust William Clark.

Now, the diagnosis of his poisoning was all based on William Clark’s words—no one could tell if it was true or not. How could he not feel uneasy?

Eleanor Brooks gave another wry smile. “I don’t know either. But I think his method is worth a try. What do you think?”

“What are you all standing around for? Why aren’t you hurrying to get the medicine? Are you waiting for the patient to die from the poison?” At this moment, a thunderous voice rang out. Everyone looked toward the door, and a burly man strode in with great vigor.

“Yes, Master.” The servant beside Eleanor Brooks immediately responded and hurried off upon seeing the newcomer.

The newcomer was none other than Henry Clark.

“Father.”

“Master.”

William Clark and Eleanor Brooks each greeted Henry Clark.

Henry Clark came up to William Clark, nodded slightly, and cast him a look of approval and relief, smiling as he said, “I told you to study the art of alchemy well these days, and it seems you’ve really changed. You’ve settled down and finished all the books I gave you. Very good.”

Without waiting for William Clark to reply, he turned to the burly man and said, “Young man, my son is right. You are indeed poisoned by the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python, not the Seven Fiends Flowing Cloud Python. This kind of demon beast is extremely rare—even old Brooks didn’t recognize it, and I apologize for that. The prescription he gave is also correct. Just take the medicine as prescribed. If anything goes wrong, Yaoxiang Pavilion will take full responsibility. How about that?”

Henry Clark’s status was extremely noble throughout the Qin Kingdom. Normally, it would be impossible to see him here, let alone have him personally diagnose an illness. Now that he had come in person to vouch for it, how could the burly man have any more doubts?

It seemed that the young master of the The Clark Family might be a bit of a playboy, but he wasn’t as exaggerated as the rumors said. At least, he had real ability.

Chapter 7: Bleeding from the Seven Orifices

In the backyard of Yaoxiang Pavilion, Henry Clark glared at William Clark with tiger-like eyes.

“You little rascal, be honest—how did you figure it out?”

William Clark looked at his father innocently. “I just guessed.”

“Heh, yesterday you almost fooled me, but now it seems you really are different from before. This Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python—I’ve never even heard of it. Even if I had been the one diagnosing just now, I probably would have come to the same conclusion as old Brooks.”

Thinking about it now, Henry Clark felt a bit of lingering fear. If not for his son’s stroke of genius, the golden reputation of Yaoxiang Pavilion would have been ruined today.

The burly man had taken the medicine and was now out of danger, and was naturally extremely grateful to both Yaoxiang Pavilion and William Clark. What could have been an accident had now, thanks to William Clark’s intervention, turned into a blessing.

And it was foreseeable that after today, Yaoxiang Pavilion’s prestige among demon beast hunters would only grow. Such potential benefits were incalculable.

“What? Even Father didn’t know about this? I thought, with your attainments in alchemy, treating this kind of poison would be a piece of cake.” William Clark feigned surprise.

“A piece of cake? Heh, I do have some status in this little Qin Kingdom, but outside of Qin, your father is nothing. A so-called great alchemist is just a beginner on the path of alchemy. Qin is a well, and I’m just a frog at the bottom—just a slightly bigger frog, that’s all. There’s far too much I don’t know.”

Henry Clark suddenly became self-deprecating, looking a bit desolate, which surprised William Clark. In the memories of his predecessor, his father Henry Clark was a towering figure, seemingly able to handle anything, and he had never seen his father show such an expression.

William Clark could sense that the reason Henry Clark was showing this side of himself was because he felt his son had grown up and become sensible, and with a sense of relief, he finally let his long-tense nerves relax.

William Clark was moved. For the sake of his son, his father had probably worried himself sick all these years, but had never shown it in front of him.