Zhao Yulin sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes somewhat deep, thinking: "I have used a method to temporarily stabilize the poison in her body, but there is no antidote. She can only last for three days at most. By then, no one can save her."

Luoyang asked: "Is she a very important friend?"

Zhao Yulin thought about it and asked himself a question: Is Chen Siyao important to him?

This question ultimately had no answer, but he thought out the answer to another question, raised his eyes and said, "I hope she's alive."

Luoyang may have understood the meaning of this answer, or he may not have, but out of prudentness, he still tried to dissuade him a little: "The efficacy of the No. 3 drug is very unstable. I don't think it's appropriate to give it to your friend."

Weiwei sat at the head of the bed in a very comfortable posture, holding her bent legs with both hands, and asked, "Is that friend a man or a woman?" "A

woman." Zhao Yulin gave the answer without thinking too much.

"Oh."

Weiwei uttered a light syllable in response, without obvious emotional changes.

A young man named Lu Man from China asked, "Boss, isn't your master a very skilled doctor? If he is also in China, three days would be enough for him to rush to Yanjing to save people, right?"

Zhao Yulin shook his head and refused to say more.

When he realized that Chen Siyao was poisoned by the Black Widow, his first call was to Old Man Feng, but he didn't have much hope at the time, and Old Man Feng refused in one second as expected, and then hung up the phone in another second on the grounds that long-distance calls were too expensive.

For more than 20 years, Zhao Yulin has never figured out the old man's character, as if in the latter's eyes, nothing in the world is as important as a game of mahjong with a 50-cent bet, even when compared with human life.

It's not that he didn't think about lying and saying that he was poisoned, but he killed the thought as soon as it came up, because he was really unsure.

Old Man Feng has a pair of experienced eyes and a sharp hearing. Many lies are easier to expose than a piece of toilet paper soaked in water.

Moreover, the old man has a very bad temper. It is true that he is good to Zhao Yulin, and Zhao Yulin never doubts this. However, it is also true that he is harsh to his disciples. Until Zhao Yulin's life is on the line, even if he is poisoned with a fatal poison, he may not show up. For

various reasons, Zhao Yulin decided that he could only think of a solution on his own.

And the only solution he could think of was the No. 3 drug that Luoyang had studied for two years.

"There is no other choice."

Zhao Yulin's brows were solemn, and he sighed lightly.

He couldn't blame old man Feng. He could only blame himself for not taking the time to read more of those ancient medical books that would have caused a sensation in the outside world, which led to his current helplessness. After all, it was his own trouble now, and it had nothing to do with others.

Naturally, it had nothing to do with old man Feng.

The old man was a real gambler, and gamblers were good at calculating accounts, so old man Feng always calculated accounts very clearly.

If the person who was poisoned was replaced by Sun Leling, it might be a different matter to repay the favor of the past, but Chen Siyao had nothing to do with old man Feng, and whether he was willing to take action depended entirely on his mood.

"Brother, you'd better think about it again. Your medical skills are among the top three among those I've seen. Try hard, maybe you can find a reliable method."

Luoyang took out a small metal tube from the suitcase and handed it to Zhao Yulin.

Zhao Yulin took the medicine, got up and walked out of the room without saying anything.

He knew the extent of his medical skills best. If he put it in the market, he could probably make a name for himself and get the title of a young miracle doctor. But if he put it on a higher level, it would be at most middle-class, not as good as the best but better than the worst.

Two years ago, the moment Cui Bowen closed his eyes in front of him, he knew what kind of poison Black Widow was - upper-class.

With middle-class medical knowledge, if one is willing to delve into the solution of high-class poisons, it is not impossible. Spend one or two years or seven or eight years and you will always find a solution.

The problem is that he only has three days now.

Rather than going ahead and overestimating one's own ability, it is actually much safer to use a tube of medicine that has been tested for two years.

He took a taxi to Chen Siyao's neighborhood, went upstairs and knocked on the door, and this time he got a response from the person inside. Chen Siyao opened the door, his face as pale as paper, and when he saw that the person was Zhao Yulin, he was not confused.

"You are very brave to pry open the police's door, but considering that you are here to deliver medicine to this lady, I will temporarily let you go and not put you in jail."

Chen Siyao fell back on the sofa, and the TV in front of her was playing a popular idol drama recently.

"You're almost dead, but you still don't take kindly to me."

Zhao Yulin closed the door behind him, looking at the extremely haggard but still energetic face, with mixed feelings.

"Hmph, even if that's the case, you're spared from jail. You took so long to deliver the medicine, I won't forget this grudge." Chen Siyao raised her hand, patted her chest weakly, and added, "I've written it all down here."

She changed out of her police uniform and put on a more casual home outfit. Perhaps because she had a fever and was afraid of the cold, she wore a large plaid shirt over her loose short-sleeved shirt in the hot summer. The small hills that were usually tightly wrapped in the police uniform were able to show off their beauty, and they turned out to be magnificent.

Any normal man would inevitably be distracted when seeing such a scene. Zhao Yulin is not only normal but also very healthy, so he is no exception. If it were any other time, his eyes would definitely wander around the beautiful scenery for a long time. Unfortunately, there was only beautiful scenery, but it was not a good time.

- He was completely in no mood to measure the size of Chen Siyao's two circles with his eyes. At

this moment, Chen Siyao was staring at the TV, absent-minded; he was looking at Chen Siyao, very seriously.

"Turn off the TV first."

Zhao Yulin finally opened his mouth, killing the upcoming depressing atmosphere in advance.

"What for?" Chen Siyao didn't understand.

"Turn it off." Zhao Yulin seemed stubborn.

Chen Siyao rarely refused to stand still with him, because she could see that he seemed to have something important to say.

So the program on the TV went black.

"Go ahead."

"What I'm going to say next may be hard for you to accept for a while, but you don't have much time to think about it, so you have to be mentally prepared."

"Why are you so serious!" Chen Siyao frowned, then pulled up the corners of her lips, giving a pale and carefree smile, "I've seen the biggest storms, don't be so nervous, sit down and talk, relax."

Zhao Yulin knew that it was very difficult for her to talk now, but he didn't know why she still talked so much.

"I want to smoke a cigarette." He sat on the sofa as he said.

"Smoke."

This time Chen Siyao's words were concise.

Zhao Yulin took out the box of Huangguoshu cigarettes that he had been carrying for two months from his trouser pocket. It cost 3.5 yuan a pack. The hard box was ravaged into a soft box. Fortunately, there was one last cigarette left in the box.

But it was a bit embarrassing that he didn't carry a lighter in his trouser pocket because he didn't smoke often.

Chen Siyao noticed his embarrassment and said, "I have a lighter and a box of good cigarettes here. They were confiscated when I detained someone last time."

She propped up her legs and failed to stand up, so she showed a trace of dissatisfaction with her own disappointing body: "If you want to smoke, you have to get it yourself. It's in the drawer of the left bedside table."

Zhao Yulin went to take out the cigarettes and lighter. The cigarettes were indeed good, the legendary Hard China, worth ten bags of instant noodles.

Smoke lingered, slowly coming out of his mouth: "I'm going to start talking."

"You're so hypocritical."

...

...

"The reason why you're so weak now is not because of a cold." Zhao Yulin licked his lips. Chinese cigarettes were not as good as he imagined. The smoke was too thick and a little irritating to the eyes.

Of course, maybe this box of cigarettes was fake, or maybe he smoked too hard.

"You're poisoned, a very strong poison." Zhao Yulin used an expression that rarely appeared on his face.

"You're a policeman, I don't know if you have heard of the Black Widow."

"Yes, it's a poisonous spider." Chen Siyao's lips were curved, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"You were not bitten by that spider."

Zhao Yulin couldn't help but feel irritated. He used to be so slow in talking. Then he took a few puffs of his cigarette, turning half of the Chinese cigarette into a butt in an instant. He rubbed his hair and decided to finish his words in one go.

"The Black Widow is a very famous killer in the world. She has a special poison, also called the Black Widow. The poisoned person will die completely within six hours."

"When I came in the afternoon, you had been poisoned for about four hours, but you were lucky and survived, so you were not dead at that time."

"I temporarily suppressed the toxins in your body, but that can only solve the emergency. If there is no antidote, you can only live until the night of the day after tomorrow."

He took out the small metal tube containing the No. 3 agent and placed it on the tea table.

...

Luoyang, from the perspective of a pharmacist, responsibly advised Zhao Yulin, but still gave the right to choose and the tube of medicine to Zhao Yulin, because he was the boss and had the decision-making power, and because the people who would ultimately decide whether to use the No. 3 medicine were Zhao Yulin's friends, not his friends.

Now that Zhao Yulin put the medicine in front of Chen Siyao, he was returning the right to choose to the owner.

In the final analysis, Chen Siyao had the right to choose whether to use this tube of medicine, because this was a gamble with her life at stake, and whether to buy big or small, no one else's opinion counted.

Zhao Yulin stared at the policewoman whose soul light was already flickering. The latter showed unexpected calmness. No matter whether she heard those shocking secrets or realized that she was going to die soon, her miserable little face never showed any miserable color from beginning to end.

Obviously it was miserable. The moonlight tonight was miserable. The grinning doll on the sofa also looked miserable. The lonely white light in the room was also miserable.

But Chen Siyao's face was so clean that not even a trace of misery could be painted on it. Zhao Yulin only saw a trace of beauty between her trembling eyelashes.

"I guess this is definitely not the antidote."

Looking at the shiny metal tube on the tea table, she seemed to be asking something, and seemed to be asking and answering herself.