At ten o'clock, Tianye Ranch was shrouded in deep night. After dinner, Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong both said they were sleepy and fell asleep quickly.
Zhu Tong only persisted for ten more minutes. His weak body could not resist the medicine in the meal. So he took out the dragon star and stabbed it into the palm of his hand, barely holding on, and finally lost consciousness when he saw a familiar figure.
Jingchi Xuemei led Mrs. Lan into the villa. The maid who had been following Mrs. Lan went in first. She was very sure of Zhu Tong's position and prepared a low stool for Mrs. Lan to sit on.
Mrs. Lan stared at Zhu Tong with a strange expression on her face; Jingchi Xuemei even suspected that Mrs. Lan and Mr. Li knew each other. If you look closely, they are actually somewhat similar.
However, this suspicion was quickly overturned by herself; during dinner, Mrs. Wilson also said that due to Mr. Lan Yu, Mrs. Lan has never had an heir. Mrs. Wilson also suggested jokingly that Jingchi Xuemei should recognize another person.
mom.
Of course Mrs. Lan happily agreed, but Jingchi Xuemei knew that as the helmsman of the Jingchi Consortium, she would no longer be as rash as before. The Blue Stone family and the Jingchi family both belong to aristocratic consortiums originating in Asia, and their business
It is inevitable that there will be intersections; sometimes they cooperate with each other, and more often they are fierce competition. Kazuo Ikeda seems to have said that a recently lucrative investment in China was snatched away by members of the Blue Stone family.
.
It is necessary to maintain a moderate friendship. No matter how close the relationship is, Jingchi Xuemei does not have that freedom; although she very much hopes to be favored by Mrs. Lan.
Of course, using an elegant smile and appropriate skills to avoid embarrassment for everyone, including Mrs. Wilson, is a skill that Iike Yuki has mastered.
Mrs. Lan began to take Dr. Li's pulse. Jingchi Xuemei watched her unbutton Mr. Li's shirt and then realized there was a secret there. When she was about to speak to stop him, Mrs. Lan had already seen it.
Mrs. Lan's maid screamed and quickly covered her mouth. Ichixuemi didn't see Mrs. Lan's expression. She had her back to her, but she could feel that Mrs. Lan was not very serious. Only then did Ichixuemi realize that
, the weirdness on Mr. Li's chest disappeared, and there were two strong chest muscles.
"He was poisoned. Who used such vicious means to deal with him?" Mrs. Lan asked, her calm tone unable to conceal her anger.
"I'm sorry, originally it was me they wanted to kill."
"Oh, Miss Xuemei, thank you. It would be so unfortunate if this bullet hit you." As Mrs. Lan spoke, she drew something on Mr. Li's chest with her hand. Maybe two minutes later,
She wiped her forehead.
Jingchi Xuemei saw that Mrs. Lan seemed to have aged a bit, and there were still beads of sweat on her face that had not yet been removed.
"He's seriously injured, and there's not much I can do." Mrs. Lan seemed disappointed. She asked the maid to cover up Mr. Li's clothes and did not leave immediately. She lowered her head and wrote a prescription in deep thought.
"Is he... going to be serious?" Xuemei Jingchi hesitated, but still asked.
"This poison is very vicious, and the person who created it deserves to die." There was pain that could not be concealed in Mrs. Lan's voice; "Even if he recovers well, he is still half a disabled person and cannot do too strenuous activities. This medicine
There is a medicinal ingredient in it, which may only be found in China."
"I have asked the Kyoto Medical Research Institute to find an antidote as soon as possible. Thank you, Mrs. Lan. It will be no problem for Mr. Li to need any medicine." Xuemi Ichi bit her lip in disappointment, not feeling Mrs. Lan trembling slightly.
"I once heard that there is a master Huiheji in Kyoto who is good at aromatherapy. Miss Xuemei can give it a try. Maybe there is hope."
"Really? That's great, I'll invite you right away." A glimmer of hope ignited in Jingchi Xuemei's heart.
"Perhaps, Miss Xuemei should prepare an aromatherapy room. His lungs are really too weak." Mrs. Lan finally let go.
"Aromatherapy room?" Jingchi Xuemei asked. She knew about aromatherapy. What was an aromatherapy room?
"I'll draw a drawing later. The lady is looking for a house to decorate. The wall panels should be made of camphor wood; preferably it comes from Jiangxi, China. I have a prescription that is very effective for lung injuries. I hope it can help him."
"Great, I'll have someone prepare it right away."
Jingchi Xuemei happily held Mrs. Lan's hand, and deep worry flashed across her brows. She never expected that the situation was so bad.
A week later, another strange thing happened in Kyoto.
Oshima Suihito is the deputy director of the Kyoto Institute of Medical Research and the director of the Pharmacy Department. Two doctors from China have academic exchanges in his laboratory.
It's an exchange, but it's actually an attempt to find a palliative for a rare poison; the Kyoto Institute of Medical Research is affiliated with Kyoto University, and most of the funding for the institute is provided by the Iike Foundation, and these two doctors were invited by the Iike Foundation.
Visiting scholars; Director Oshima Suihito knew that their knowledge in pharmacology was limited, but he had to cooperate fully.
Today is the weekend, and two Chinese doctors are going to the Iike family's ranch. Oshima Suihi has a rare day of relaxation. He invites some friends to Kyoto for a drink. He spends the evening at a geisha house until midnight, and then takes a taxi back drunk.
Home.
"Where is this place? My home is not on this road."
The taxi drove for a long time, and Oshima Suihi was already half-awakened from his drunken state, only to find that he had been pulled into a strange valley.
No one answered his words. The driver got out of the car and tapped his finger on his waist. Oshima Suihi turned into a puddle of mud, conscious but unable to speak. He was carried on the driver's shoulders and walked up the mountain.
You can see the brilliant starry sky from the top of the mountain, and you can only appreciate it when you are happy both physically and mentally. Oshima Suihito was put down and his body returned to normal.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here? You are kidnapping me."
"Mr. Oshima, we are kidnapping." A lantern was lit under the tree opposite, and two dignified ladies sat on a white blanket, with a wooden coffee table in front of them.
"Mrs. Takako, why are you here?" Oshima Suihito recognized one of them as the owner of the geisha house he often went to. He was also going there tonight, but was told that there was no reservation, Miss.
We all have guests.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was a show arranged by Mrs. Takako for him; a few months ago, Oshima Suihito had asked Mrs. Takako to arrange an exciting show for him. He was also a well-known figure in Kyoto, and knew that Takako
Madame's geisha house has this special service only for special guests.
It’s just that it doesn’t look like them. Why aren’t there geishas? The two men next to me have stern expressions and they don’t look like Japanese. Could it be that... they are Chinese?
Thinking of this, Oshima Suihito's body trembled uncontrollably.
"Why are you shaking? My friend just wants to ask you a few questions." Mrs. Takako chuckled and covered half of her face with a paper fan; "If Haruko knew that Professor Oshima would be so afraid, he would definitely look down on you.
of."
"Madam, do you have any questions? I... won't hide anything."
"My friend wants to know if the Camellia is your creation."
"Camellia! This..." Oshima Suihito knew in his heart that denying it was useless. Since people know this name, they must have put in a lot of effort. He nodded feebly: "I'm sorry, Camellia is a mistake, it is not
It should have happened. I've been feeling guilty about it all these years."
He did not lie. The Kyoto Medical Research Institute once had some special missions. Ten years ago, Oshima Suihito was an ordinary researcher, and Camellia was his work at that time.
Camellia is highly toxic, colorless and odorless and can adapt to high temperature environments. One gram of camellia dissolved in water is enough to cause death.
"Second question, what method can be used to eliminate the harm of camellia?"
"There is no way. I know the extent of the sin I have committed. I have been researching antidotes for these years. However, Camellia is a mixed drug. So far, the antidote I have prepared can only partially alleviate it. But..."
"But what?" Mrs. Takako had been whispering to the lady behind her to translate. Oshima Suihito hesitated for a moment, but she immediately stopped and asked cautiously.
"If your friend is here for the Chinese who was shot, there is no need for it. After the camellia is contaminated with gunpowder, its medicinal properties will change. I have been studying his victim tissue samples for the past few days, and the damage has been irreversible.
.The injury is in the lungs. Due to the needs of breathing and circulation, the cells have to absorb oxygen and expel carbon dioxide, so it is very special; camellia will destroy the cell wall and prevent regeneration. It is a miracle that he can survive to this day."
Oshima Suihito has completely put aside everything, knowing that if he doesn't explain things clearly, he may be physically harmed; he has no hope for his own life, and maybe dying like this is a relief. Since he studied camellia, Oshima's heart has
The guilt became stronger day by day. Especially after seeing the samples sent by the two Chinese doctors and knowing that Camellia had begun to cause killings, the guilt had turned into a heavy stone, weighing him down and making him breathless. He could only breathe when he was drunk.
Find temporary peace.
There was no answer from the other side, and silence was also a kind of punishment. Oshima Suihito knelt on the hard rock; the wind on the top of the mountain could not blow away the sweat on his body, nor could it blow away the fear in his heart.
Ten minutes, maybe twenty minutes passed. Oshima Suihito was waiting for a bullet or a knife, maybe a cup of wine mixed with camellia. Mrs. Takako clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Oshima, you are
A respectable scientist. My friend, I hope you can find a way to crack Camellia as soon as possible; I am just joking for you today. Girls, are you ready to arrange a program for Professor Oshima?"
Four red lanterns were lit up dozens of meters away. The beautiful Miss Haruko was dressed in a black heavy metal outfit, waving a whip and dancing to the melodious percussion music.
Takako walked up to him and whispered: "You should not be depressed anymore. Everyone has done wrong things. Life is limited and skills are endless. My friend is tolerant. I hope you can cheer up and use your knowledge to make up for the past.
mistake."
The next morning, Oshima Suihito came to the research institute early, took out samples that had been tested many times, and started from scratch to do the most basic pharmacological analysis.
At the same time, Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong were also examining Director Li. They brought a new drug, but Director Li refused to take it. He said: "Since you are not even three-point sure, I don't want to be a guinea pig."
Zheng Shurong patiently persuaded: "The concentration is very low. It doesn't matter even if ordinary people take it. We just want to know whether this medicine has any effect on you. Director Oshima once did an experiment and it had a certain effect on white mice. I
I’ve taken it before and it doesn’t have many side effects, it only causes slight stomach discomfort.”
"Doctor Zheng, don't do this again in the future." Zhu Tong patted Zheng Shurong's hand movedly and drank the cup of potion.
"At noon, we will collect some of your urine and blood, as well as the liquid you coughed up."
"Preferably one with blood?" Zhu Tong asked with a smile.
Zheng Shurong nodded; he also knew that this medicine had limited effect on Director Li, and it was just a matter of luck.
Bai Jiashu has lost patience with the work of the research institute. His visit this time is nominally an invitation from the research institute. When he returns, the Jingchi Foundation will pay him a hard-earned fee; therefore, he prefers to stay at the ranch. Here is a
The large library, with its collection of ancient Chinese medicine books, is simply a treasure trove for him.
"Director Li, can you tell them that I want to stay at the ranch and read a book."
Zhu Tong nodded: "Okay, just like they said, if you have any requests, just ask, don't be polite."
Zheng Shurong and Bai Jiashu both laughed. It's really polite to say this. The only one who's not polite is you, Director Li, who is very thick-skinned, right?
Zhu Tong also knew that the injury to his lungs seemed really troublesome.