Supreme Poison Doctor

Jiangning City, Dongjiang Province.

In the mortuary of the First Hospital of Dongjiang Province, a ghostly butterfly fluttered inside and came to rest atop a mortuary cabinet.

“Liang Wende, your people didn’t do a thorough job. They only managed to turn him into a vegetable, brain-dead at best, still hanging on by a thread,” said Jiang Ping’an, his expression grave, dressed in a white coat as he gazed calmly at the young man, Zhuang Zhou, lying inside the cabinet.

“Doctor Jiang, there was nothing more we could do, but at least the task is done. He’s lying right here, isn’t he?” Liang Wende, rotund and obsequious, forced a fawning smile.

Jiang Ping’an shot him a cold glare. “This kind of work demands precision. From a medical perspective, a brain-dead vegetable is still alive, not yet dead. Because your people were careless, I had to step in myself and clean up your mess.”

“But Doctor Jiang, your goal’s achieved, hasn’t it? He’s truly dead now, isn’t he?” Liang Wende watched Jiang Ping’an’s face, cautious and eager for affirmation.

Jiang Ping’an’s face remained impassive. “So it seems.”

Liang Wende’s eyes lit up. Rubbing his hands with anticipation, he ventured, “Then, about what you promised me? The little nurse?”

“She’s yours. Remember, keep quiet about it. Don’t go too far—no one must die,” Jiang Ping’an replied, his gaze never leaving Zhuang Zhou’s face.

“Thank you, Doctor Jiang! Thank you!” Liang Wende said, overjoyed, and hurriedly left.

Jiang Ping’an pulled out his phone from his white coat, looked at Zhua