The old doctor asked Shen Yuting to sit down by the window, cleaned her hands, and carefully examined her face. The more she looked at her, the more she frowned.
This face has been scratched beyond recognition. There are blood grooves on the forehead, cheeks, and chin. The skin and flesh are all rolled up, and only a pair of eyes are still intact.
Shen Zhijiang kept asking: "How's it going, doctor? How long will it take for it to be cured? Can it return to its original state in seven days?"
"Seven days?" The old doctor almost laughed angrily, "You are injured like this, and you want to recover in seven days?"
Did he think this was a clay figure? If he was injured, he could just find some mud and put it on it.
It’s just a joke!
"That half month should be enough, right?" Shen Zhijiang changed his words again.
The old doctor didn't want to pay attention to him. While checking and thinking about the corresponding antidote, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Where did you get the poison from?"
"Is there something wrong?" Shen Zhijiang asked with a frown.
"wait."
The old doctor suddenly became excited, opened the medicine box, and took out various bottles, jars, silver needles, strips of cloth and other items from inside.
He carefully picked out a trace of flesh and blood on Shen Yuting's face with a silver needle, and the silver needle quickly turned dark and translucent.
The old doctor didn't care. He spread the flesh and blood on a clean cloth and started trying it with various bottles and jars.
"What are you doing? Treat my face quickly!" Shen Yuting couldn't understand what the doctor was doing and urged impatiently.
The old doctor turned a deaf ear and continued busy.
His eyes gradually brightened, and finally he exclaimed: "Wonderful!"
Shen Yuting: "..."
"I have never seen such a strange toxin, it's wonderful!" the old doctor said excitedly.
"?" Shen Zhijiang was confused, "Doctor, what are you talking about?"
"Tell me quickly, where did the poison on her face come from? Who matched it?" The old doctor grabbed Shen Zhijiang and asked eagerly.
Shen Zhijiang said with a displeased face: "Doctor, I invited you here to see my daughter's face. Why are you asking these irrelevant questions? Can it be cured?"
The old doctor said without hesitation: "It can't be cured!"
Shen Zhijiang: "..."
The old doctor calmed down and explained: "The poison on her face is extremely toxic and has penetrated into her body. It is extremely stubborn and difficult to deal with. This is the first time I have seen such a ferocious poison in all my years of practicing medicine! If you don't know
No matter what kind of poison it is mixed with, there is no way to detoxify it."
"Master Hou, you might as well think carefully about where did the poison on your daughter's face come from? If you can find the poisoner, you may be able to get the antidote from him, otherwise no one can cure the poison."
Shen Zhijiang said in disbelief: "You are the most famous doctor in the capital, and even you can't solve it?"
"I don't know the type of poison configuration. I can't solve this poison, and no one in the world can solve it!"
The old doctor kindly advised: "Instead of looking for the doctor, Mr. Hou, it is better to go to the person who poisoned you. He must have the antidote."
Shen Zhijiang: "..."
The poison was administered by Shen Wan's son, how could he come up with the antidote?
Shen Zhijiang became angry and said: "You quack doctor! You can't even cure the poisonous powder, and you are still here talking alarmistly!"
"Come on, get this quack doctor out of here! Go to the Imperial Hospital and ask for the Imperial Doctor."
Folk doctors are indeed unreliable. Even the most famous doctors in the capital are all quacks who are pretentious and deceitful!
If he had known this, he should have sent someone directly to ask for the imperial doctor.
The old doctor originally tried to persuade him with good intentions, but instead he was pointed at his nose and scolded, which made him laugh angrily. Popular 『』 This chapter has been completed!