The little girl once joked about telling Zhen Jinghan that Zhao Guo'an had poison in his mouth, but it was just a joke, she didn't actually do it.
Now, watching Old Zhao foaming at the mouth on the ground, the little girl felt a bit guilty. Having gone through this, Old Zhao might develop a fear of kissing from now on.
Of course, nothing is absolute, and maybe Old Zhao, having been through many hardships, wouldn't take this little setback seriously.
Xiao Feng stood up, intending to call soone to wake Sun Shijie.
No matter what, saving a life is the top priority in the current situation.
Just then, Sun Shijie walked over, wrapped in a cotton coat: "What's going on?"
Zhen Jinghan imdiately stopped shouting, pleading, "Divine Doctor Sun, please save him quickly, I beg you to save him quickly."
Sun Shijie walked inside the door, half-kneeled on the ground after seeing Zhao Guo'an's condition, and began to feel his pulse.
A mont later, his expression turned serious: "How did he beco like this?"
"Because of this."
Xiao Feng pointed to a fingernail-sized, transparent plastic packet beside Zhao Guo'an's hand.
Sun Shijie picked it up and began to ponder over what kind of poison it was with a frown.
Of course, just by looking at the color, it's hopeless; there are too many brown decoctions, not all are poisonous, and not all are good dicines.
Sun Shijie naturally understood this truth, put the plastic packet to his nose, and tried to identify the type of poison by the sll.
"This sll, why is it so strange?" Sun Shijie said with tightened brows.
"…"
Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
This stuff had been in Zhao Guo'an's mouth for who knows how long. If the sll wasn't strange, that would be the real strange thing.
Just then, Zhao Guo'an suddenly started convulsing all over.
Blood stread simultaneously from his nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouth, but it wasn't bright red—it was pitch black.
"Don't move him yet!" Sun Shijie cried sharply, then quickly ran to his room.
When he returned, a needle pouch was in his hand.
"Take off his shirt and lay him on his stomach on the bed."
As he instructed, Sun Shijie took out a pen.
Once Zhao Guo'an was placed with his bare back exposed, Sun Shijie began to make marks on it with the pen.
Xiao Feng counted, there were twenty marks in total.
Sun Shijie opened the needle pouch and handed everyone two silver needles each, saying sternly, "Listen to my command in a mont, everyone must insert the needles simultaneously; whether we can save him depends on this chance."
"Can't we try another thod to detoxify?" Zhen Jinghan asked with a grimace.
She clearly felt that Sun Shijie's previous statent had a gambling elent, and if they lost the bet, Zhao Guo'an's life would be forfeit.
So, she couldn't afford to lose!
Sun Shijie shook his head, "Detoxification isn't that simple. Without understanding the components of the poison, using an antidote randomly will only make him die faster, and there isn't ti to develop an antidote either."
After explaining, Sun Shijie called everyone over and said sternly, "I will count one, two, three, and when I say three, the silver needles must be inserted into the black dots I drew, rember this!"
Everyone's faces were more serious than ever, nodding to show they understood.
The little girl and Lin Jiaxuan took off their shoes and climbed onto the bed, going to the other side of Zhao Guo'an, while the others each chose suitable positions to insert the needles.
After finally confirming the positions, Sun Shijie glanced around at everyone, as if making a final confirmation.
At this mont, a total of eight silver needles were nestled between the fingers of his ten fingers. Including the two that Xiao Feng and five others were holding, there were a total of twenty silver needles, about to be inserted into Zhao Guo'an's back.
"Sister Jinghan, don't cry, what you should do most now is calm down and not let emotions affect your needle insertion," the little girl reminded.
"That's right," Lin Zhiyan nodded in agreent, "Things are already like this, there's nothing to do but face them."
Lu Yao then said, "Take a deep breath, and focus your attention on the two points you see, so Zhao Guo'an can be saved."
"If we chat a little longer, Old Zhao really won't be saved." Watching the convulsions stop in Zhao Guo'an, Xiao Feng said gravely.
But this was also good; if Zhao Guo'an continued convulsing, there might be a chance of inserting the needle in the wrong position.
Without delaying any further, Sun Shijie started counting down, "Three... two... one!"
With the last number spoken, everyone swiftly inserted the needles into Zhao Guo'an's back.
"Poof!"
Zhao Guo'an's head, which was hanging over the edge of the bed, suddenly jerked upright, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Is this a success?" Zhen Jinghan hurriedly asked.
Sun Shijie didn't reply, he grabbed Zhao Guo'an's wrist and rechecked his pulse. After a mont, he said, "The situation isn't optimistic. Remove the needles from his back first, then prepare several buckets of hot water, I'll go prepare the dicine."
Xiao Feng, looking at Zhao Guo'an with blood on the corner of his mouth and a pale face, sighed deeply in his heart.
People say that no matter how unlucky you are, there's always a limit, but with Old Zhao, why can't one see where that limit is?
There's no the most unfortunate, only more unfortunate.
Truly, the saying "if great calamity doesn't kill, there will be another round" applies here.
And after Sun Shijie left the room, he was filled with emotions.
These young people, they can really cause more trouble than when I was their age!
Every few days soone gets injured, truly like acting in turns, one after another.
Twenty minutes later, Zhao Guo'an, now stripped to only a pair of boxer shorts, was soaking in a tub of hot water.
However, because he was unconscious, Xiao Feng had to support him to maintain a sitting position.
Sun Shijie, holding a dagger, cut Zhao Guo'an's left middle finger, and soon black poison blood spurted out. In less than half a minute, the basin was a third full.
"Won't this thod of bloodletting cause problems?" Lu Yao couldn't help but ask.
Sun Shijie sighed, "Hard to say, but if the blood isn't let out, there definitely will be problems."
Thankfully, the speed of bleeding quickly slowed, and the color changed from black back to normal red, while Zhao Guo'an bowed his head, his breathing becoming weak.
Just then, a plastic bag in the corner suddenly made a noise.
Everyone followed the sound, and saw the plastic bag occasionally bulge, as if sothing was trying to escape from it.
"Is there sothing alive in there?" Lin Jiaxuan asked warily.
Xiao Feng glanced back and imdiately recognized the plastic bag as the one Zhao Guo'an had brought last night, asking if I wanted to "add ingredients", and said, "There are snakes inside."
"Snakes?"
Sun Shijie looked at the continuously swelling plastic bag, then at the basin of black blood next to the barrel, eyes thoughtful.
After a while, Sun Shijie walked to the corner and opened the plastic bag.
Sure enough, five snakes, each as thick as thumbs, crawled out and headed straight for the basin on the ground.
"So that's it." Sun Shijie murmured to himself.
Zhen Jinghan's eyes lit up, "Did you think of a solution?"
"I can only say let's try, can't guarantee it's a hundred percent effective." Sun Shijie smiled bitterly.
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