Willing to Go to the Eighteenth Level of Hell

"What illness did you just say? Smallpox?"

Some people were so excited that they wanted to rush forward. Fortunately, the waiter was smart and quickly stopped them.

"Everyone, calm down. Wait for the storyteller to finish speaking."

A distinguished guest upstairs questioned, "How is that possible? Since ancient times, no one has ever found a way to treat smallpox. You're bragging."

The storyteller smiled. "This gentleman is right. Imperial Physician Song didn't believe it either. Wasn't this nonsense? How could you treat such a life-and-death matter just like that? Impossible!! Imperial Physician Song was angry. Imperial Physician Song was furious. Imperial Physician Song wanted to chase this person out. But!!"

"This person firmly swore that if he said anything false, he would go to the eighteenth level of hell and be dismembered by five horses. He would be cut into a thousand pieces and never reincarnate!!"