Chapter 82 I don't know how to do this, hurry up and get it done.

Jiang Zhicheng was getting anxious and hurriedly asked, "Comrade Xia, stop keeping us in suspense. Just give us a straight answer on whether we can save you."

He was getting really anxious because of the veiled replies and the shake-headed denials.

Xia Yuhuan said, "I've never seen this poison in his body before, and I can't cure it. We need to use his blood to study the composition of the toxin. If we can find an antidote, we can save him."

"However, he is too deeply poisoned. Even if I manage to stabilize his life, I can only buy him ten to fifteen days at most. I'm not sure I can develop an antidote in such a short time."

"So when you ask me if I can save him, I'm not sure either."

Xia Yuhuan's words were conservative, but Jiang Zhicheng and Yan Hu understood them perfectly.

It means she can give it a try, but she's not sure if it will work out.

The two naturally understood that even the most skilled doctors couldn't guarantee the best treatment, so they understood Xia Yuhuan's reaction.

Yan Hu said, "Whether it works or not, let's keep him alive for now and give it a try. We can't give up hope until the very end."

"Then I'll leave this to you, Xia. Please take good care of it."

Xia Yuhuan nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, I will do my best."

In her previous life, she had reached a very deep level of research into pharmacology and medicine. Poison originated from medicine, and the poisonous herbs used to make poisons were ultimately a type of herbal medicine, which she naturally understood.

Moreover, because hostile countries and forces often use poison to kill outstanding talents of China or to control Chinese people for their own use, she deeply abhors poison and has done a lot of research on it. Therefore, she is an absolute authority in the field of antidote.

But now, in the world of the book, she saw a poison she had never seen before, which made her feel excited and eager to find a cure immediately.

However, her first priority is to save Wang Qi's life.

Xia Yuhuan opened the medicine box, took out her needle kit, and spread it out. A bunch of needles of varying lengths and thicknesses appeared before her eyes.

Jiang Zhicheng stood beside her, looking at her curiously.

He had never studied or understood traditional Chinese medicine, and always believed in the supremacy of Western medicine, while considering traditional Chinese medicine to be dross.

But Xia Yuhuan's actions in the operating room last time made him clearly realize the narrowness and limitations of his vision, so he now has more awe for traditional Chinese medicine.

"Can I watch you perform acupuncture? Do I need to leave?" Jiang Zhicheng asked her.

Xia Yuhuan didn't even look up: "Of course you can, what's there to avoid?"

Jiang Zhicheng asked curiously, "Aren't you traditional Chinese medicine practitioners very particular about inheritance and afraid of others stealing your skills? Aren't you afraid that I might see you and steal your skills?"

"It's true that traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance, but I don't," Xia Yuhuan said calmly. "The profound and extensive traditional Chinese medicine of our great nation would be incredibly fortunate for the medical community if it could all be passed down."

"It is a pity that many excellent medical skills are being lost because of some outdated ideas that cling to the past."

"If you can learn something from watching me practice acupuncture, that's your skill, why should I mind?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhicheng couldn't help but feel a deep respect: "I never expected that Comrade Xia, at such a young age, could have such a magnanimous heart. It's truly admirable!"

Xia Yuhuan smiled and said, "This is a principle my grandfather taught me, not something I figured out myself, so you don't need to admire me."

Jiang Zhicheng said, "It's already quite impressive that you can listen to and follow what I say."

Xia Yuhuan stopped being polite and engaging in mutual flattery, and instead said, "I'm about to begin, so watch carefully."

As she spoke, she took the needles and began to administer acupuncture to Wang Qi.

Her movements were quick and precise, and her eyes became focused and sharp, which amazed Jiang Zhicheng.

He barely managed to control himself and avoid making a sound that might disturb Xia Yuhuan.

However, a thought popped into my head: I must find a way to poach Xia Yuhuan, I absolutely must!

Xia Yuhuan was unaware that Jiang Zhicheng had developed a fondness for talent and was diligently administering acupuncture to Wang Qi to expel the poison.

She forced all the poison into Wang Qi's left hand.

Wang Qi's left hand turned black at an alarming rate, sending chills down one's spine.

The rate of blackening only slowed down and eventually stopped when the color reached above the wrist.

After the blackness stopped spreading, Xia Yuhuan pricked the tips of Wang Qi's five fingers with a needle and began to bleed them.

As black blood continued to flow from his fingertips, the black area began to shrink, slowly reaching the center of his palm.

It was at this moment that the black blood stopped seeping out, and dark red blood began to flow out.

Seeing this, Xia Yuhuan stopped the wound and bandaged Wang Qi's five fingers.

Jiang Zhicheng, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "Can't we just help him expel all the poisonous blood like we did when we treated Wen Yingjie last time?"

"No. The remaining toxins are deeply rooted and have seeped into the bones and flesh, so they can't be eliminated."

"Didn't you see that the blood flowing out later is no longer black, but dark red?"

"Draining that dark red blood is useless. Even if you drain all the blood from his body, the poison will still cling to his flesh and bones," Xia Yuhuan said.

Jiang Zhicheng gasped: "That powerful?"

"Yes, that's amazing." Xia Yuhuan responded, then asked, "Is there a laboratory here? Are the facilities complete? Can this poisonous blood be preserved properly?"

Jiang Zhicheng said, "Yes, come with me."

As he spoke, Jiang Zhicheng led the way for Xia Yuhuan, while Yan Hu followed behind them carrying a small basin of the released poisoned blood.

Xia Yuhuan instructed Yan Hu to be careful and not to let the poisonous blood splatter onto his exposed skin, so Yan Hu was very careful and walked with his nerves on edge.

Soon, Jiang Zhicheng led the two to the experimental research laboratory, which contained the latest research equipment in China at present.

Xia Yuhuan looked at it, and her eyes lit up.

She had only ever seen these antiques in museums in her previous life.

Xia Yuhuan instructed Yan Hu to place the poisoned blood on the experimental table.

"Dean Jiang, you go first," Xia Yuhuan said to him.

"Huh? Me?" Jiang Zhicheng was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and pointed blankly at himself, somewhat confused.

Xia Yuhuan nodded with a smile: "That's right, I don't know how to use it, so of course you have to do it."

Jiang Zhicheng: "..."

He stared at Xia Yuhuan in shock: "You're saying you don't know how to use it? You're lying, aren't you?"

Xia Yuhuan knows so much about poisons, how could she not know how to use experimental equipment to separate toxins?

Isn't this ridiculous?!

Xia Yuhuan blinked: "I really don't know how. I used to separate medicinal properties and toxic elements using traditional Chinese medicine methods. This new instrument is too advanced. I've only seen the basic version in books in the library. I really don't know how to use it."

"But Dean Jiang, don't worry, I learn things very quickly and have a good memory. As long as you demonstrate it to me once, I will definitely remember it."

Xia Yuhuan spoke with a straight face.

She hasn't forgotten her public persona.

She has medical skills and detoxification abilities, which can be attributed to what she learned from her grandfather since childhood. However, it would be unreasonable for her to also possess advanced experimental equipment.

After all, there was no such thing in that remote corner of the countryside where she lived.

So even if she knows how to do it, she shouldn't.

Anyway, she's a genius in this field, so she doesn't feel guilty about packaging herself up.

However, her demeanor completely stunned Jiang Zhicheng.

He looked at her, speechless for a moment.

He was extremely skeptical of life.

It gives me a sense of déjà vu, like I'm wondering who I am, where I am, and what happened.