She looked at Louis with a serious expression. "Your condition is quite serious."
"ah?"
Louis was stunned, and parroted, "Is it serious?"
Mu Tao and the others immediately looked at him with pity, thinking that if what Sang Ning said was true, another member would be added to the list of teams that had to withdraw from the competition.
And they will soon have one less competitor.
To be honest, I'm quite happy.
The audience was worried and flooded the screen with questions about what had happened; Louis wanted to know too.
Sang Ning said seriously, "You know that our ancestors had a discipline called Traditional Chinese Medicine, right?!"
Everyone nodded, they knew it all too well.
There are records of traditional Chinese medicine in the Records of the Grand Historian, as well as a legendary book called the Compendium of Materia Medica. This book is now lost, and no information about it can be found.
Traditional Chinese medicine, renowned for its beauty and magic, has only left behind a few words about it.
But what exactly traditional Chinese medicine is about is unknown to anyone in this day and age.
The only concept most people have of traditional Chinese medicine is that it can cure diseases, but they don't know how.
Now, upon suddenly hearing Sang Ning mention traditional Chinese medicine, everyone's ears perked up.
Louis, feeling uneasy, hummed in agreement, "I...I've heard of it."
Even at this point, he still didn't forget to pretend to groan and moan in pain.
Sang Ning scoffed inwardly, "Serves you right for faking illness to avoid work. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll change my name to something else."
"I won't go into details about how profound and powerful traditional Chinese medicine is. I'll just briefly say that traditional Chinese medicine can tell whether a person is sick and where the lesions are by examining their pulse."
"After taking your pulse, I can tell you with certainty that your pulse is weak and intermittent, sometimes present and sometimes absent. This type of pulse is called a 'boiling pot pulse,' which usually occurs after ingesting poisonous substances, leading to electrolyte imbalance in the body."
"To put it simply, you've been poisoned, and your pulse indicates you're doomed."
Everyone: "!!!"
Louis, "???"
Poisoned?
Viewers became anxious and flooded the screen with comments urging Louis to quickly call the production team for a medical robot.
Louis opened his mouth as if to speak, but Sang Ning grabbed his wrist and said, "This can't be delayed. I'll call the production team for you."
As she spoke, she reached out to poke his bracelet.
Louis jolted awake, pulled his hand back, stood up, and stepped away from her. "I'm not poisoned."
Sang Ning, "You've been poisoned."
"No."
Louis asserted, “I ate the same food as you, so there’s no reason why I should be poisoned when you weren’t.”
"But your stomach hurts."
"I, I..."
"Stop 'I'm not you're saying that to me,"
Luo Tianya interrupted him, her face full of concern and worry, saying, "Poisoning is no small matter. Don't stubbornly endure it just to save face. You should call the production team as soon as possible."
"Yes, poisoning is no small matter. Don't be stubborn."
Monet and the others were also worried about Louis's safety. Even Louis's manager couldn't sit still and asked him whether he wanted the medical robot or not.
He was also told that having a medical robot did not mean he had to withdraw from the competition. As long as he could endure the pain after being poisoned, he could continue to compete after the medical robot cured him.
Louis was stunned, his face blank as he said, "Thank you for your kindness, but we don't need the medical robot. I'm really not poisoned; it was Sang Ning's diagnosis that was wrong."
"My diagnosis is correct."
Sang Ning was displeased. "You really weren't poisoned. I was lying to you. Your pulse is perfectly normal..."
"W-What do you mean?"
Now it was Mo Nainai and the others' turn to be in trouble, with everyone staring intently at Sang Ning.
She scoffed and said coldly, "Louis wasn't poisoned. He was faking a stomachache. To put it bluntly, judging from his pulse, he's strong enough to kill a bull with his bare hands."
Everyone looked at Louis, who looked up at the sky and the ground guiltily, but avoided looking at them.
They've made it so obvious, if Monet and the others still can't see it, they'd be complete idiots.
Everyone was furious; even his audience felt that he was dishonest and had character flaws.
"If you don't want to work, just say so. Why pretend to be sick?"
Mu Tao's face turned red with anger, and she retorted, "I even idolized you, you're such a jerk, we don't need a teammate like you."
"We can tolerate a teammate who doesn't want to work, but we can't tolerate a teammate who lies to avoid working."
Even the good-natured Clyde lost his temper, not to mention Monet and the others who were already short-tempered. Instantly, Louis became the target of everyone's anger.
This result was unexpected. He really just wanted to rest for a while, mainly because he was quite tired after moving stones all morning.
Unexpectedly, Sang Ning was able to take his pulse and directly exposed his faking stomach pain.
Listening to the accusations from the crowd, he knew he had angered everyone this time. He didn't try to argue, but waited for their criticism before sincerely apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"I forgot that we are a team now, and I also forgot about the camaraderie we share as teammates..."
"Hold on, we haven't developed any team spirit yet."
Mu Tao interrupted him, "We haven't really been together for very long, so talking about teammate friendship is just too hypocritical. I just heard from Sang Ning that you were poisoned, and our concern for you is genuine. You really need to apologize to us for that."
"Because you have betrayed our sincere feelings!"
Louis bowed again in apology, "I'm sorry, I don't ask for your forgiveness this time, but please don't expel me from the group."
"I swear, I will never be lazy again and only think about enjoying myself without putting in any effort."
Everyone was speechless.
Everyone looked at Sang Ning, who rolled her eyes. "Why are you looking at me? I won't make decisions about Louis's future. Let's have a meeting. The minority will obey the majority. Raise your hand if you want him to stay, and don't raise your hand if you don't."
Before he finished speaking, hands shot up in unison, including Louis's.
Sang Ning was the only one who didn't raise her hand. She looked at Mu Tao in confusion and said, "You were very angry just now. I thought you wanted to have one less team member."
"I was very angry, but I didn't mean to reject Louis."
Mu Tao said seriously, "His handiwork is superb. Aren't you supposed to make several beds, tables, chairs, and cabinets? Let him do it. If he doesn't do it well, starve him and don't give him any food."
Louis: "...Okay."
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. For the sake of the steaming hot meal that Sang Ning made, he endured it.
Furthermore, handicrafts are his forte, so it would be good for him to help Sang Ning make furniture.
“I am very willing to do handicrafts for Sang Ning.”
The audience couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement; it really was Louis Vuitton.
He's a man who can bend and stretch; he's a real character.
Sang Ning looked at Monet and the others, "I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you want Louis to stay?"
“Yes, we can get to work.” Monet said directly, and Fimmonloa and the others nodded in agreement.
Louis the Wide Noodles burst into tears; it seemed he was just a tool to be used for work.
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