Chapter 338 He Died, Who Benefited?
"This herb is the key to detoxification. I want fresh ones, not dried ones, otherwise they will be ineffective." Bai Yangfan didn't lie. Detoxification requires the Iceberg Snow Lotus. Without it, the toxins cannot be eliminated. "It's winter now. Send people to the mountain streams in the bitter cold lands of the north. Maybe we can encounter it in sparsely populated areas.
"Pick it, put it in a fresh-keeping box, and fly it back. Use it as medicine before it withers. Only then can the toxins in your body be completely removed. Otherwise, if the toxins are not cleared, your life will be in danger."
"Sure?"
Huang Bairen stared at Bai Yangfan, trying to see something from her face, but after looking for a while, he couldn't see anything.
"I'm sure." Bai Yangfan nodded, his tone calm, showing no displeasure at being scrutinized. "If you don't believe me, then the poison can be left untreated."
He uttered this sentence slowly, frightening Huang Bairen. "Is this poison incurable?" If it really could be incurable, why would he leave his home and come all the way to Kyoto, China, as an investor?
He was lucky. In recent years, China has been reforming and opening up, allowing foreign businessmen to return to invest. If it had banned foreigners from entering like in previous years, he would have been waiting to die.
It has to be said that China is a country of outstanding people and talented people. He consulted many famous old Chinese medicine doctors, but no one could tell what was wrong with him.
Everyone said he had a skin disease. At first he thought so too. He went to the hospital to see a dermatologist and applied a lot of ointments, but they had no effect at all.
Later, the pain started at midnight every night, and disappeared naturally after the hour. He knew that the red spots on his body were strange. It was not a skin disease, but something special.
When Western medicine proved ineffective, he sought out a Chinese medicine practitioner. He visited many Chinese medicine practitioners throughout Southeast Asia, but none could identify his illness. Someone suggested he return to Kyoto, China, to see a doctor. After all, there were hidden talents and crouching tigers in the area, and there was no guarantee someone would be able to identify them.
He was tempted and immediately completed all the formalities and returned with a bodyguard and driver. He only told others that he went to the Notre Dame Sanatorium in the United States for recuperation. No one knew that he secretly transferred to China.
Many old Chinese doctors were consulted but none of them could figure out what disease he had. However, Mr. Zhang Jingrong figured it out and said that it was not a disease but a poison.
He didn't know what kind of poison it was.
Later I discussed with him that he had a female apprentice who was very knowledgeable in Chinese medicine, and asked if she could come and take a look.
Huang Bairen agreed. He thought, "Let's give it a try. He's already in this state. What could be worse?" He'd just wait and see. Over the past few months, he'd grown accustomed to being watched and discussed.
Unexpectedly, the young girl could tell at a glance that the red spots on his body were caused by poison, not disease. She even explained it clearly, describing the situation when the poison took effect with almost no error.
This shows how much she knows about this poison.
The only thing is that the requirements for the medicinal materials are indeed a bit harsh. But when you think about it, the poison in his body is so rare, so it is not surprising that the medicinal materials for detoxification are precious.
But the intention of poisoning this person is well-intentioned.
If he dies, who will benefit?
Huang Bairen's eyes flashed with a sinister ferocity, which disappeared after a second, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Little girl! That's not what I meant. I just think this thing is hard to find. If I can't find it, then I can't cure this poison, right?"
Seeing that his tone had softened, Bai Yangfan decided to stop while he was ahead. Considering that he was about to send him a large batch of medicinal herbs, he rarely softened his attitude.
"No. The old man is a very lucky man. The iceberg snow lotus only blooms in winter, so you came to me at the right time. If you had come to me in the summer or autumn, I would not be able to detoxify you because the iceberg snow lotus has not yet bloomed."
Bai Yangfan's words woke Huang Bairen up. The old man's mood instantly brightened, and he laughed happily: "Haha! The little girl knows how to talk. If you mention it like this, the old man feels that he should not die.
Right time, right person, and everything will be easy. Good! Good! Great! I'll arrange for someone to prepare what you want right away. Don't worry! I'll send it back to you as soon as I get the Iceberg Snow Lotus."
Lifting the teacup and taking a sip to moisten his throat, Bai Yangfan slowly put it down. "Mr. Huang! You can take your time searching for the snow lotus. I'll send the other herbs first. The poison in your body is quite tricky. I need to slowly figure out the dosage of the antidote. To be honest, I've never tried to cure the poison of the Heavenly Maiden's Scattered Flowers, so I'm not very accurate in determining the dosage. I need to practice first."
Huang Bairen had no doubts. He knew the girl was telling the truth. He was responsible for his life by practicing first. It was true that she had never detoxified this poison. After all, she was young and hadn't seen much. Knowing about this poison was already a rare achievement.
"Don't worry about that. I'll arrange for someone to deliver the things as soon as possible. Little girl! What's your name? You'll be this old man's savior in the future. You can't keep calling me little girl, right?"
"My last name is Bai Yangfan! You can just call me Yangfan. That's what my master and the others call me."
"Very well then! From now on I'll call you Yang Fan." Huang Bairen laughed heartily, feeling cheerful. "Since you know my identity, I won't say much else. As long as you help me detoxify this poison, you can command my men from now on."
Bai Yangfan stood up, clasped his fists and thanked him, "I'm so ashamed to accept this. I'm just a medical student. It's my duty to cure illnesses and save lives. No need to be polite."
"You're right, but I can't be polite when I've saved your life." Huang Bairen lowered his voice and said softly, "If you need any information about Southeast Asia in the future, just let me know and I'll send it to you right away."
"Thank you!" Bai Yangfan saw that the old man was straightforward and did not refuse. "I'll remember this. If I really need you for anything in the future, I won't be polite to you."
"That's right, no need to be polite to me."
The old man and the young man were chatting happily, but Zhang Jingrong, who was drinking tea outside, was uneasy, wondering what his young disciple was going to say to Mr. Huang. The man was obviously not a good person, and he had brought his disciple to see him for two reasons.
One is to let the apprentice broaden his horizons, and the other is to see if the apprentice can remove the poison from the old man.
After all, he was very curious about the abilities of this little apprentice, so he wanted to test her background and find out what she had learned from her grandmother.
But I didn't expect that the young apprentice would be so tough. He wanted to know the patient's name, age and occupation as soon as he arrived.
As for the red spots on Mr. Huang’s face, there is really no need to know anything about them. If you can see them, then see them. If you can’t, then forget it. What’s the point of knowing anything about them?
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