It was difficult to judge Wang Wenyuan's condition. He acted very calmly, sitting naked on the table in the aromatherapy room, mumbling words, but no one could hear what he said clearly.
Ying Zhijie of the "8.16 Task Force" sat opposite Wang Wenyuan, holding up a recording pen and trying to communicate with him. The temperature in the aromatherapy room was relatively high, and he looked like he was sweating profusely.
"What's strange?" Zhu Tong asked Dr. Xu. They stood outside the aromatherapy room and looked inside through the observation window.
"He just now..." Dr. Xu tapped his chin not far away. The female nurse sent by the police was disheveled, her hair was messy, and she had not recovered from the shock just now.
Her companion was comforting her, and the other police officer responsible for guarding her occasionally glanced at the slightest hint of spring leaking from her torn top.
"He to her?" Zhu Tong felt incredible.
As far as he knew, Wang Wenyuan had always been clean and self-disciplined. How could he do such an outrageous thing just after he sobered up?
"Did you succeed?"
"What?" Dr. Xu was stunned by Zhu Tong's question, but he immediately came to his senses and said, holding back his laughter, "No."
"It seems that he is really crazy." Zhu Tong glanced at the aromatherapy room. The murder weapon under Wang Wenyuan's crotch was still standing; "It's best to give him some sedatives."
"That's what I think about, Director Li. I know that Wanghai Hospital does not have a psychiatry department. Do you think we should second one or two psychiatrists from outside?"
"Dr. Xu, you are too polite. You are the team leader."
"Dean Li is the deputy team leader. I should ask for your opinion immediately. You need to be careful about the selection." Dr. Xu was too cautious.
"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and I'm not familiar with the conditions in various hospitals in Shanghai. Team leader Xu can take care of it." Zhu Tong couldn't help but respect him a little more. It was obvious that he was a cautious and scholarly vice-president.
Be careful in everything and don't play any tricks.
Dr. Xu saw that Zhu Tong was not being polite, so he proposed several candidates for discussion. Among them was an acquaintance, Dr. Moon from Ocean Hospital. He was a guy who wanted money rather than his life. Of course, that life was the patient's life.
Zhu Tong originally wanted to kill Dr. Moon. If Wang Wenyuan fell into his hands, no matter whether he was pretending to be crazy or not, Dr. Moon would become a real madman with a few tricks. Then he thought again, Wang Wenyuan is a patient of the police, no matter how greedy Dr. Moon is
, I guess I didn’t dare to be troublesome at this time, so I just said haha to express that I had no objection.
"I heard that you have a group of veteran Chinese doctors here, can you let them come and take a look?" After confirming the loan of doctors, Dr. Xu suddenly brought up another topic.
Zhu Tong thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid it's not convenient. Officer Wang has a special status. The leaders in the morning meeting repeatedly emphasized that no one is allowed to contact him except members of the first aid team."
"That's true; but Officer Wang's symptoms are too special, and there is little hope of finding an antidote. Let's leave it as it is and observe it for two days."
Dr. Xu went to contact the loaned doctor, and Zhu Tong walked into the aromatherapy room.
Wang Wenyuan just closed his eyes. Zhu Tong stood aside and felt the condition of the purple butterfly in his body. It was a bit strange. The purple butterfly was lazily surrounded by a group of green mist-like things. They were slowly seeping into the purple butterfly, filling it with
The activity range of purple butterfly is limited to Tanzhong point.
Zhu Tong was surprised. Ever since he had the Butterfly God, he had been using it smoothly. The world is so big, there really is something that can deal with it.
Zhu Tong once again confirmed that the origin of "Green Tara" was suspicious and that Jiang Xiaoyu had really hooked up with Suowonda.
Living Buddha Suowonda was very aware of the butterfly god in his body, so he gave "Green Tara" to Jiang Xiaoyu, so he had no intention of using his hands to deal with him.
The Butterfly God was his greatest support. If he was directly hit by "Green Tara"... On second thought, it might be a good thing to meet "Green Tara" now. He immediately became energetic, twisted out the dragon star hair, and stabbed
Wang Wenyuan’s chest.
This time, he did not use the Butterfly God, but only put in a stream of pure Qi. First, he purified the purple butterfly, cleared out the green mist that invaded the purple butterfly, and restored its vitality; then, he drove out all the green mist in the Tanzhong acupoint.
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Easier said than done.
Zhu Tong made some observations on the refining of the black crystals of Longxinghao and found that "Green Tara" has two properties: cold and hot. No wonder the purple butterfly is difficult to resist. It is hot on the outside and cold on the inside. The purple butterfly is confused by the external heat of the green mist.
Unknowingly, I was immersed in the coldness inside.
Because for the purpose of studying "Green Tara", it took a lot of effort just to purify the purple butterfly.
He used a dragon star to extract some "Green Tara" and pierced it into his arm, closing his eyes to feel it. Gradually, Zhu Tong was fascinated by this strange toxin.
"Green Tara" is extremely aggressive and deceptive. Before the dragon star was withdrawn from the muscles, half of Zhu Tong's arm turned green, and the sweat on his body disappeared instantly. That half of the arm seemed to be covered with thousands of
The steel needle pierced back and forth, indicating that he had sealed the nearby acupuncture points in advance.
One can imagine the pain Wang Wenyuan endured at that time.
It became lively next, maybe because "Green Tara" was enclosed in a limited space, and the green energy rushed everywhere. Zhu Tong's arms were hot and cold. One moment, it was like being grilled on a fire, burning hot;
It's like being buried in ice, and it's freezing to the bone.
"Ah... Dean Li, it's too dangerous."
Dr. Xu was worried and came over to take a look after making the call. He found that Zhu Tong was testing the poison on his own body and couldn't help but scream.
"It doesn't matter." Zhu Tong opened his eyes and smiled at him, then walked out of the aromatherapy room with his arms raised.
He couldn't bear it anymore and needed to find a place as soon as possible to use his energy to drive away the poison.
Ying Zhijie had been watching Zhu Tong test the poison, and now he had a bit of respect in his eyes. He thought that "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" took the risk to test the poison because he really wanted to save Wang Wenyuan. He didn't see that,
Wang Wenyuan, who had been sitting there quietly and in a daze. There was a slight gap in the corner of his eyes as he muttered something.
Zhu Tong struggled to reach the 18th floor, found a quiet corner, sat down, adjusted his breathing for a while, and slowly performed Peng Ma Gong.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Tong took a long breath and raised his arm to check.
Most of the parts have returned to a healthy color, except for the fingertips of the five fingers, which are a palpitating dark green.
Zhu Tong looked at it carefully for a moment, pricked his fingertip with a gold needle, and let out a loud shout of luck.
Five streams of thick green liquid shot out from the fingertips and fell to the floor, emitting a green mist.
As the liquid left, the color of the liquid changed, from dark green to black purple, from black purple to purple and then to red. The numb fingertips gradually regained consciousness. Zhu Tong did not dare to be careless and continued to exercise.
The poison was applied until almost all the blood on half of the arm was drained, the skin was pale, and all the oozing out was colorless body fluids. By this time, the pool of red and green liquid on the ground was already quite large.
"It's troublesome." Zhu Tong opened the sealed acupuncture points and let the fresh blood rush into his arms.
Wang Wenyuan's life is miserable, this "Green Tara" is too troublesome. Zhu Tong is not very sure even if he uses the Zhumen technique to force poison, he needs to use it at least five times in a row. With Zhu Tong's current situation, every two
If you use Zhumen Shuzi once a month, you can still withstand it. If you use it continuously in a short period of time, three times will be enough.
Ye'er must have used Zhumen Shuzi on Wang Wenyuan right away, and must have used it twice in a row. That was almost the limit of what she could bear. Otherwise, Wang Wenyuan would have finished playing even if he had nine lives.
"It's very troublesome." Old Chen's voice suddenly came.
Xun Sheng looked around and saw that he was sitting more than ten meters away from Zhu Tong, playing music on the chessboard. There were flowers all around him, with half a bottle of white wine in hand, and black and white were interlaced on the chessboard. It seemed that he had been there for a long time.
"Mr. Chen? Why are you the only one, where is Mr. Fan?" Zhu Tong walked over with his arms crossed and sat down opposite Mr. Chen.
"He was picked up by his wife at noon to take his grandson." Mr. Chen pretended to be casual and said, "Come on, kid, accompany me to the next game."
"Okay, this boy is terrible at chess, so Chen Lao must give up the third one." Zhu Tong smiled and sat down opposite Chen Lao. For this informal old man, he always felt that he couldn't do his best.
"What's the endgame? What's there to give in to?" Mr. Chen raised his head and glanced at Zhu Tong and said, "Take off your glasses, don't make mistakes."
Zhu Tong took off his glasses nonchalantly, stared at the chessboard for a while, and asked doubtfully: "Does the endgame of this game have a name?"
"It doesn't have a name. Mr. Fan and I were down halfway through the morning. He left, leaving a mess."
"Hmm... interesting." Zhu Tong looked down at the chess piece again.
The level of Mr. Chen and Mr. Fan is really limited, and they both like to fight. Zhu Tong thought deeply just now, but now he has some taste.
Looking at the chess situation, the fight in the center of the chessboard is in a stalemate. Chen Lao's white chess surrounds the black chess and a lone army. According to common sense, it is difficult for a lone army to make two eyes to survive. Chen Lao's white chess is also not stable.
, he was too greedy and gave up the corners to create a large hollow, forcing Black to break into the empty space.
The current situation is that Black unleashes a calamity of life and death, forcing White to choose.
Mr. Chen had only two choices, either to give in and let Black's lone army do the work; or to let in the Black chess that rushed to the rescue, destroy and eat Black's lone army, and then risk half of the country to be destroyed in a fight to the death.
The price that Mr. Fan paid was the black chess piece in the upper right corner.
"If Black can't make a good move, Black will not be able to escape the fate of annihilation of the whole army. If it were me, I would do the same thing." Zhu Tong picked up a sunspot and slapped it on it; "Anyway, it's death, so fight as hard as you can.
Never compromise."
Mr. Chen didn't say anything, so he took off the two black stones in the upper right corner to eliminate the calamity. Zhu Tong followed Da Fei, the chessboard was turbulent, and the two black and white dragons were twisted into a ball. It can be said that you have me, and I have you, it was a chaotic situation.
war situation.
Half an hour later, Mr. Chen snapped down a white piece with a "pop!" and said leisurely: "You lose two pieces."
"It was originally a dead end, and a small loss can lead to victory." Zhu Tong Touzi added, "I didn't lose, it was Mr. Fan who lost."
"Yes, it was Mr. Fan who lost. It's a pity that he has been famous all his life! The hail of bullets and bullets didn't kill him, and the wind and rain didn't knock him down. In the end, he was defeated by a fat grandson who was babbling."
There was something in Chen Lao's words, but Zhu Tong did not dare to interrupt and listened quietly.
"He and I met in the bullpen and have gone through ups and downs for forty years. He will always consider what I say. This time, he left the situation completely. I advised him not to leave at this time.
, he said...he said...forget it. Mr. Li, what are you going to do? If you need help from me, Lao Chen, you're welcome."
Zhu Tong was a little flattered. Mr. Chen has been here for more than a year and has always called him "you" or "hey". This was the first time he called him Mr. Li.