In this era, there were no blood tests or injections.
Everything relied on observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.
Because of that, detoxification became extremely difficult.
What Yue Mingxuan did not expect was that the poison in the old emperor's body was so vicious.
It was almost impossible to cure.
Only special methods could barely keep him alive for a short time.
After checking his pulse again, Yue Mingxuan could only shake his head at Shang Qinghua.
"My father's poison… is there really no cure?" Shang Qinghua asked.
His voice was full of disbelief.
Yue Mingxuan had even been able to cure corpse poison, so why could he not cure his father's poison?
Still, he knew this was not something that could be forced. He sighed and asked, "Then… how long does my father have left?"
"One month," Yue Mingxuan said helplessly.
Being unable to save a patient was a very painful thing for a doctor.
But the emperor's condition truly could not be cured.
