Chapter 303 Unless You Want to Watch Him Die
The car drove into Lihuayuan, and Meng Anran rushed into the bedroom without even taking off her coat.
Lu Yi on the bed was twitching violently, his neck was covered with bulging veins and cold sweat, and bloody foam kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
His ten fingers dug deep into the bed sheets, his knuckles turned white from the effort, and a beast-like growl came from his throat.
"When did it start?" Meng Anran quickly opened the needle bag and picked up the silver needle with her fingertips.
"Twenty minutes ago." Deng He handed over the disinfectant cotton. "I gave him a sedative, but it didn't work."
The silver needle pierced the acupoint, but Lu Yi's convulsions did not ease at all.
His pupils dilated and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he was looking at someone who didn't exist.
"It's useless." Lu Heng walked in slowly and checked Lu Yi's vital signs. "The white turmeric solution will disrupt the balance of neurotransmitters, and acupuncture can only relieve the symptoms. He has been injected with drugs for years, and now that they have suddenly stopped, he is experiencing withdrawal symptoms."
Meng Anran's hands trembled slightly. She looked at Lu Yi's painful and distorted face, and vaguely recalled the scene when he locked her in the room when he was ill as a child.
Was he also suffering as much as he was now at that time, but he would rather bear it himself than hurt her?
"There's always a way." Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and she suddenly turned and walked out. "I'll call Master and ask him to come over."
The call went through easily. After listening to the description, Mr. Zhao frowned slightly and asked only one question: "An Ran, have you forgotten what Lu Yi did to you?"
Meng Anran's pupils trembled. "I remember. I remember the origins of every scar on my body, and I also remember the rare care I received in that cold house during my childhood."
Elder Zhao sighed secretly, "Since you have made up your mind, Master is willing to make this trip to take a look at him."
"Thank you, Master." Meng Anran thanked him gratefully and solemnly.
The journey to Yatang was a bit far, so Zhao Cizheng simply borrowed a neighbor's car. The villagers, who had received much care from him over the years, were happy to help. When they heard he was going on a house call, they immediately drove him into the city.
Meng Anran temporarily used acupuncture to stabilize Lu Yi. Even if it was just to relieve the symptoms, it was better than letting him keep twitching like this.
When Mr. Zhao stepped into the room, Lu Yi's convulsions had subsided slightly, but his pupils were still dilated and his breathing was as rapid as a dying beast.
The old man placed his skinny fingers on Lu Yi's pulse, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
He lifted Lu Yi's eyelids, checked his tongue coating, and finally his eyes fell on the dense needle holes on the inside of Lu Yi's arm - those traces of alternating new and old were like a distorted timeline.
Finally, he shook his head heavily: "The poison has penetrated into the marrow, and no medicine can cure it."
"Even you have no way?" Meng Anran's voice trembled.
"He has been taking medicine for many years and has become dependent on toxins. Now that he has suddenly stopped taking the medicine, his body can't bear it." Old Zhao shook his head and sighed. He was not a god, and at this stage, no matter how powerful his medical skills were, he could not help Lu Yi much.
Meng Anran clenched the silver needle in her hand, "Master, there must be a way to alleviate his current condition, right? At least... stabilize him first, and then we can find a solution."
Mr. Zhao took out a small celadon bottle from the medicine box, poured out a few black pills, crushed them and mixed them with warm water.
"Take this first. It can temporarily suppress the withdrawal reaction." He gestured for Deng He to help Lu Yi up and slowly poured the medicine into him. "But this is only a temporary measure. We must get the original formula of the poison."
"But Bai Yujin will never give us the formula. Even if we steal it, it will take a long time to develop the antidote." Qin Mu looked heavy.
"Not necessarily." Elder Zhao suddenly looked at Meng Anran, "Do you still remember the 'fighting poison with poison' recorded in the Qing Nang Jing?"
Meng Anran's pupils shrank slightly, "You mean..."
"Since the withdrawal reaction is caused by a sudden discontinuation of the medication, then..." Elder Zhao looked at Lu Heng meaningfully, "If we can find a drug with the same ingredients and gradually reduce the dosage, there might still be a glimmer of hope."
The room suddenly became quiet.
Lu Heng stood by the window, the cigarette between his fingers already burning out. He listened to the discussion and suddenly put out the cigarette butt on the windowsill: "I'll go get the formula."
"Are you crazy?" Meng Anran suddenly turned around and glared at him, "Bai Yujin's laboratory is now a dangerous place!"
"Silly sister, as long as the money is in place, someone will do the dangerous things for me." Lu Heng's angular face showed no expression, but his eyes inexplicably revealed a bit of sadness, which was quickly caught by Meng Anran.
She brooked no argument, saying, "No! Bai Yujin isn't stupid. How could she let you get the formula so easily? If you want to enter her lab and gain access to the formula, there's only one way—to get involved."
She knew that this was the only solution Lu Heng had thought of, so she would not agree no matter what he said.
Lu Heng's eyes turned colder: "You think you can control my schedule?"
Meng Anran stared at him without giving in: "If you dare to go, I will blow up your basement."
When the two were in a stalemate, Zhang Tao, who was guarding outside, suddenly rushed in holding a stainless steel box.
"Miss, please take a look at this!"
Meng Anran turned around and hurriedly opened the box. Two ampoules were stuck in the foam.
The green liquid shone through the clear glass, giving off a strange color under the light.
"Someone sent it in via drone, and we're already tracking the drone's return route."
Meng Anran frowned, and the others gathered around, staring at the two small bottles of medicine in silence for a long time, and no one took them out.
The thing of unknown origin was too dangerous. They could not confirm whether it was an antidote that could relieve Lu Yi's illness or a poison that would kill him.
"Guess why there are two bottles." Lu Heng said suddenly.
Meng Anran's pupils trembled suddenly, and then her brows furrowed painfully, "They're asking us to test the medicine..."
The air seemed to be frozen, and a heavy atmosphere lingered in the room.
Suddenly, the ringing of the cell phone was like a sharp knife cutting through the ice, and it continued without stopping in the silent space, exuding an inexplicable sense of weirdness.
"An Ran, it's your call." Qin Mu followed the voice, picked up the phone on the bedside table and handed it over.
It was an unknown number. Meng Anran scanned the number and confirmed that she had never seen this number before.
After hesitating for a moment, she answered the call and turned on the speakerphone under everyone's serious gaze.
"Hello." Her voice was light, full of caution.
"An Ran, long time no see."
The moment Bai Yujin's voice, tinged with laughter, came through the receiver, everyone's hair stood on end. Meng Anran's breathing quickened, and she tried to calm herself down and asked, "Ms. Bai, what can I do for you?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Lu Yi should have fallen ill already, right?" Bai Yujin got straight to the point. "Here are two bottles of medicine. Once injected into his body, his convulsions will stop and he will return to normal."
"Why should I believe you?"
"I don't care whether you believe me or not." Bai Yujin suddenly laughed crazily, her voice as terrifying as a venomous snake. "I want you to inject the drug into Lu Yi's body with your own hands. Unless you want to watch him die."
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