Xing Tian, who fainted on the stage, was twitching for a while, foaming at the mouth for a while, and talking nonsense at other times. He didn't know what he was talking about.
Seeing him like this, everyone watching in the audience had no idea in their minds.
"You must not mess with Sun Simiao. It would be terrible if he drugged you!"
Half an hour later, Xing Tian slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.
He looked around blankly.
Sun Simiao took Xing Tian's wrist, felt his pulse, and then began to organize the medicine box.
"Lord Yao Wang, how can we be sure that Xing Tian has really had his memory wiped and is not pretending?"
A monk in the audience shouted.
Sun Simiao glanced at him and he shrank his neck, not daring to say a word.
"First, don't question whether my medicine is effective. Second, I just checked his pulse. The pulse was very confusing. This is exactly how the medicine just took effect in his body. Third..."
Sun Simiao picked up a small jade bottle from the table.
"You should have all seen it just now. The medicinal powder is poured from this bottle. If you don't believe me, can I mix a bowl for you?"
After saying this, the monks in the audience fell into silence. After all, no one wanted to lose all their previous memories for no reason.
Sun Simiao snorted coldly, packed up the medicine box and left.
Ye Fan took Xing Tian, who was sitting there with a confused look on his face, to Di Jiang's office.
After arriving at the office, besides Di Jiang, Sun Simiao was also there.
Although Xing Tian lost his memory, he still had some instinctive reactions.
The emperor squatted in front of him and looked into his eyes.
"Remember what your name is?"
Xing Tian thought hard for a long time.
"Xing...tian?"
Di Jiang nodded.
"It seems like your medicine hasn't poisoned anyone yet!"
Sun Simiao suddenly became unhappy.
"Who am I? I've already said that this is a medicine that cleanses memory. It doesn't poison people to make them stupid. How could you become an idiot if you take this medicine?"
Emperor Jiangcai ignored Sun Simiao's shouting.
He continued to look at Xing Tian.
"What else do you remember?"
Xing Tian tried very hard to recall, but his past was like a blank piece of paper, and he could not see anything on it.
"I still remember... I seemed to have to listen to someone. If I didn't, it would hurt."
Xing Tian frowned and sounded like a three or four year old child.
Ye Fan also frowned.
"Let me tell you, if this medicine cleans his memory, will he still be able to fight?"
Hearing this, Di Jiang was suddenly stunned. Then, he turned his head and looked at Mark, gritting his teeth and said.
"Ye Fan, you are a hindsight!"
Ye Fan stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, he had just thought of this.
"Hey, hey, what are you yelling about? Just give it a try and you'll know if he can do it again!"
Sun Simiao rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, deeply feeling that the conversation between these two people reflected their disbelief in his identity as the King of Medicine.
"Ahem, um, Xingtian, can you fight?"
Xing Tian thought for a moment and nodded sharply.
"I'm a very good fighter. Most people can't beat me. I used to be very good with an axe, but now I can't seem to find my axe."
Seeing Xing Tian's tangled look, both Ye Fan and Sun Simiao laughed.
A smile also appeared on the corner of Di Jiang's mouth. He waved his hand and said very proudly.
"If you can't find it, you can't find it. I'll give it to you again."