"Master." Hen Ziyue, after almost tiring Qin Shou out, was ready to detoxify him, but unfortunately, she then realized she had used the wrong poison, and could only shout out in fear.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ruxin hurriedly ran out.
"I can't solve this poison." Hen Ziyue said, pouting, "I gave him the wrong one earlier."
Although Qin Shou's whole body was twitching, his mind was clear, and at this moment he only wanted to curse, but he couldn't open his mouth.
"You messed up the medicine you carry on you?" Yang Ruxin's face darkened.
"This was my failed practice batch, I forgot to throw it away." Hen Ziyue touched her nose, "And I didn't make an antidote."
Yang Ruxin was speechless, she could only resign herself to squatting down to check Qin Shou's pulse. Fortunately, Hen Ziyue's skills were still shallow, and the poison she concocted was mild; one antidote pill would solve it.
