I insist

Chapter 115: Disagreement

"Hey, you better hold on, I'm waiting for you to teach me a thing or two."

He then stepped forward to help diagnose the poison planted by Yu Huailin.

But before he could take more than a few steps, he was grabbed and forced to stay in place.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look, I definitely won't..."

"No, I'm poisoned too."

Seeing the dark veins starting to appear on the other person's face, Zhang Jingsong immediately laid the person flat on the ground and nervously took their pulse.

But apart from a few strange pulses, he was otherwise no different from a normal person.

"What kind of poison have you been frightened by? Why have I never seen such a strange pulse before?"

"Never seen him? That just shows your limited knowledge. That person has definitely seen him and can save you. Why don't you go and beg him?"

Zhang Jingsong couldn't help but raise his head, but upon seeing Ming Taicheng's indifferent gaze, he finally lowered his head to continue diagnosing people, even trying to imitate Song Miqiu's earlier actions of inserting medicine into people's mouths.

But no matter what he put in his mouth, he would spit it out, which made Zhang Jingsong somewhat collapse and at a loss, and he couldn't help but let out a roar.

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu was stunned again and immediately tried to use acupressure to temporarily suppress the flowing poisonous blood.

But before he could even raise his hand, Yu Huailin grabbed it first.

"What are you doing? If you don't stop it, it's going to flow into your heart."

"Do you want to be exposed?"

After just five words, Song Miqiu fell silent, letting out an even heavier sigh, before reaching out to take the item out of his pocket.

This stuff can definitely detoxify, but the dosage needs to be controlled, otherwise there will definitely be danger.

Song Miqiu pondered for a long time, but still couldn't think of any solution. She looked up, glanced around, and then looked back at Yu Huailin.

Would you like to give it a try?

"Why can't I find the corresponding prescription?"

She didn't nod, but looked at the thing in her hand with an even more helpless expression. There were some powdery bits scattered all over her fingers.

Seeing that Song Miqiu was wasting precious medicine powder, he wanted to say something more, but his body suddenly stiffened and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The blood scattered the medicinal powder, and she and Yu Huailin couldn't help but frown, but in the end they didn't pay much attention to it and moved with difficulty to the long table next to them.

"I will use silver needles dipped in medicinal powder to directly insert into your acupoints, thus sealing your heart meridian."

"It's up to you, but if I can't survive, you won't be able to leave this place either."

Song Miqiu naturally knew about this matter. He exhaled a heavy breath before inserting the silver needle, which had been cleaned with strong liquor.

Worried about getting too much powder on her, she shook the bottle opening before stabbing it into the other person's chest without hesitation.

He turned slightly to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the acupoints, and was just about to get up when he noticed Wu Hanshuang next to him letting out a cold laugh.

You think it's that simple?

Of course not, but this will give us more time to prepare.

Once Song Miqiu had confirmed Yu Huailin's current condition, he immediately began to examine his physical condition from all angles.

Why don't you use the old method?

"After using it twice, even the dumbest person would know what to do to me."

When Zhang Jingsong heard Song Miqiu's answer, he was stunned. Then he imitated her and used a method he was not good at to treat people.

But if you're not good at something, you're not good at it, and there's no way you can master it instantly.

Seeing that the expectations of the people he brought were dwindling, Zhang Jingsong stood up and was about to confront Wu Hanshuang.

But he had only taken two steps when another figure darted out from behind him.

"What do you want to do to my sister? If you take another step, I'll make you fall to the ground just like him."

"So it was you! Song Miqiu must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to be deceived by your wicked woman's disguise."

Wu Hanxue paused, wanting to retort, but her sister pulled her aside, preventing anyone from getting close.

Knowing he couldn't do anything else, Zhang Jingsong could only retreat to his own side and try various antidotes and herbs.

Everyone was busy for a while.

While preparing the antidote, Song Miqiu noticed that the black toxins at the site where Yu Huailin had been pricked with needles were beginning to recede.

The person who was poisoned also noticed this. After thinking for a long time, he finally poured the bottle of medicinal wine into his mouth.

Seeing that they were about to finish drinking it all, Song Miqiu immediately reached out and snatched the drink away.

"Are you crazy? You're poisoned and still drinking?"

"The change in your chest is not because of the alcohol, but because of the powder I gave you."

Her mind raced, but she ultimately poured one-thousandth of the wine into the jar.

"Drink it little by little, and stop immediately if you experience any discomfort."

Whether to increase or decrease the amount of medicine powder at that time will depend entirely on Yu Huailin's attitude.

Upon hearing this, the other party could only drink the medicinal wine little by little until it was all finished before looking at Song Miqiu.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while before Song Miqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the guess was right; the poison has been neutralized.

But when the two turned around and looked at the other person who was still lying on the ground, barely alive, their brows furrowed slightly.

"Zhang Jingsong, just admit defeat."

"You think I haven't tried? Turns out that girl actually said that as long as she wasn't announced as the winner, she would let everyone watch him die."

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu frowned slightly, and after a long while, she lowered her head to look at the little remaining medicinal powder and let out another sigh.

Even if it's just for accumulating good deeds and merits in this lifetime.

"Go find a jar of grain liquor, let me see it."

"You must cure him. I promised to give him some money when we get out."

Song Miqiu glanced at him, but ultimately lowered her head to look at the man who was enduring the pain.

“Your situation is different from his. I need to give you a few more injections. It will hurt a bit, but you have to bear it.”

"No matter how much it hurts, it won't be worse than it is now."

With permission, Song Miqiu tore ten silver needles off the table, inserted them all into the wine, and then inserted them into the other person's meridians, some of which were coated with stone powder.

The next moment, the meridians connected to the silver needles began to pulsate, as if some insects were wriggling inside.

"Make sure to wipe away the blood he spits out immediately, and never put anything on the wound."

"Okay, hurry up, the wound is about to reopen."

Hearing this urging, Song Miqiu stuffed a piece of gauze soaked in wine into the man's mouth before suddenly pulling it out.

"Well!"

Accompanied by wails, dark blood flowed out rapidly.

Two people, with four hands, kept wiping it clean with gauze.

Once the bleeding stopped, he poured the wine into the other person's mouth according to the recipe he had just prepared.

"Has everyone already reached their final answer?"

"I disagree. The poison hasn't been neutralized at all!"

Upon hearing Wu Hanshuang's words, everyone frowned and looked at her.

But this girl was not her age at all, and she rushed towards Mingtai Makoto without any fear.