Chen Jing took a few steps forward, fearing that someone outside who was too deeply poisoned might lose their mind and smash a brick over their head.

Cai Yi's gaze fell on Chen Jing.

Chen Jing looked behind him and clicked on Doctor Liu.

Although he is a grown man, he is usually not a coward.

However, the county magistrate on the other side was still a little weak in the knees.

Plus, there are those people who eat too much hot pot outside.

...

Chen Jing thought the Cai family was doomed.

Dr. Liu walked into the courtroom, lowered his head, and sniffed the hot pot broth. There were no bright red chilies; the smell was much fresher. The so-called poppy smell was easily detectable.

"There's something called poppy. The first time you eat it, you feel invigorated and refreshed. But if you stop taking it over time, you'll look old, become lethargic, drowsy, vomit, drool, and become listless. Eventually, you'll become controlled by it..."

After Dr. Liu finished speaking, he looked outside and pointed out some people who had obviously eaten too much Cai's hotpot.

"These people are listless, show signs of madness, and are physically weak. This is probably caused by hot pot. If you don't believe me, you can call a well-known doctor in the county town to examine all the regular customers of Cai's hot pot restaurant."

Cai Yi's expression changed.

He knew that poppies could be addictive.

They also knew that this would bring in a steady stream of money.

But could it drive someone mad, to the point of wishing for death? How could that be! Mr. Song never said that.

Doctor Liu stared at the man with red eyes and asked, "Do you really want to eat this? Are you itching to eat it?" Doctor Liu took a spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot, and placed it in front of the red-eyed man.