"F*ck, he collapsed! Doctor, where's the doctor? Quickly co and examine him! Quick!"
Amongs the chaos, two doctors imdiately ca and examined the patient. They promptly poured a vomit-inducing solution into his throat and helped him throw up.
Qiao Mu: …
From the mont they entered the corridor, Mo Lian had actually been observing his wifey's expression.
When he saw that his wifey twitching her mouth, he knew that the little fellow's mood was turning for the better.
This little one had been spiritless since last night. She chewed slowly, and she would only answer with two or three words when you asked her seven or eight sentences.
Her wilted look truly made his heart ache.
Seeing that her mood had turned better now, the crown prince intended to coax her to talk. He squeezed her petite hand and asked, "Qiaoqiao, what poisons are these people affected by?"
"Refining antidote pills can detoxify ordinary poisons, but their symptoms look different," Mo Lian continued.
"Mhm." Qiao Mu nodded her petite head. A small porcelain bottle landed in her palm with a move of her finger. "Antidote pills crafted exclusively by Qiaoqiao can detoxify two hundred plus ordinary poisons."
"Qiaoqiao, when did you refine these antidote pills?"
"I made these with the small stewing pot back in the early days." Qiao Mu knitted her brows. "They're too ordinary."
Mo Lian: …
Pretend he didn't ask!
He reckoned this little fellow was born to give others a blow!
Their private conversation wasn't too loud, but it attracted the attention of several pill alchemists nearby.
They couldn't help but glare furiously at the little lady when they heard her words.
What the hell. What kind of joke was that?
Refining pills with a small stewing pot??
You're treating them for fools, thinking you can pass if off randomly like that?
"Sh*t, this lad looks like he's not going to make it! Is this poison too potent?"
"You brat, what kind of mantou did you stuff in his mouth earlier? Was it poison inside!" A middle-aged man furiously shoved the young pill alchemist in front of him.
"No, I didn't! It was an antidote, I fed him an antidote! It's impossible. Even if it didn't detoxify his poison, it wouldn't worsen his situation either."
"F*ck, do you know how to detoxify poisons?"
"Doctor! Doctor, we need so vomit-inducing solution!!"
Qiao Mu furrowed her brows and turned to look at a pill alchemist beside her. "Where did they get these patients from?"
"Of course they responded to recruitnt and signed up on their own." That pill alchemist didn't want to acknowledge her when he thought of her conceited words earlier, but he still spoke after so musing. "They signed up to take poison for reward money. Each person gets a thousand spirit currency when the contest ends."
"They are all people from destitute families. One thosuand spirit currency is enough to maintain a family's living for more than half a month."
"It's over, quickly press him down!" A doctor shouted out loud.
Several pairs of hands pressed down that spasming man onto the ground.
The man's whites of his eyes were showing. It was obvious that he was exhaling more air than he was breathing in. He was on the verge of death.
Qiao Mu couldn't help but knit her eyebrows. She handed the pill bottle to Fang Su behind her. "Go feed him one pill!"
Fang Su was dumbfounded.
Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort was now ordering him about very conveniently.
"Quickly go." Mo Lian swept him a cold look, scorning his slow response.
The latter quickly walked up and swiftly smacked open the patient's mouth. He flicked a pill inside.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
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