Han Yun was startled and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No, those ten bottles of potent poison cannot be drunk."
A mistake could lead to death; indeed, it couldn't be drunk.
Under normal circumstances, Su Jianxiong would never have drunk it.
But now it was different.
If he didn't take a gamble, he would have to watch Sun Yao be taken away by Lu Ming and Su Wanran. How could he possibly endure such humiliation? How would he face Su Feiyang upon his return?
Often, a man's pride was more important than his life!
Su Jianxiong would rather die than lose face.
He snorted coldly and said, "Wife, I have absolute faith in your medical skills. If even a useless live-in son-in-law could detoxify, and you learned the medical arts of the Dragon Warlord, you must be even more skilled!"
Han Yun was stunned.
In theory, it made sense.
The medical arts passed down from the Dragon Warlord, there was no reason for them to be inferior to a mere grave watcher.
The problem was...
Back then, Han Shichong had only learned about five or six tenths from the Dragon Warlord, and by the time it was passed to Han Yun, only one or two tenths remained, creating a vast gap compared to the Dragon Warlord's own medical skills.
Moreover, Han Yun had just examined it; those ten bottles of potent poison were too tricky, and she was not confident she could cure it.
In such a situation, to rashly drink the poison would be too risky.
Han Yun still wanted to dissuade him, but Su Jianxiong had already taken a bottle of poison into his hand and said loudly, "Wife, my life is in your hands."
Then, Su Jianxiong looked at Sun Yao and said, "If I also win the bet, then we'll be even. You won't have to concern yourself with the bet between you and Su Wanran, and we'll all start anew! Mr. Sun can then go wherever he pleases, based purely on his mood."
This was an attempt to win over Sun Yao.
If Su Jianxiong also won the bet, Sun Yao would surely choose to cooperate with Su Jianxiong.
As expected.
Sun Yao patted his chest and said, "You speak more pleasingly. Alright, if you win, I'll cooperate with you and help you bring down Su Wanran!"
Good heavens, this Sun Yao was a typical two-faced turncoat, a reed blowing in the wind.
Even if such a person possessed great skills, they could not be trusted with important tasks.
They could betray you at any moment.
No wonder the country had expelled Sun Yao from the research institute and had not employed him for decades. It was entirely due to Sun Yao's terrible temper and poor character.
Unworthy of trust, no one could blame him.
With all the groundwork laid, Su Jianxiong took a deep breath and drank one bottle of poison, followed by the second, third, and fourth... in one go, he consumed all ten bottles of poison.
After drinking, Su Jianxiong immediately felt dizzy and his head spun. With a clang, he fell to the ground.
"Husband!"
Han Yun rushed over, took off Su Jianxiong's shirt, and then took out acupuncture needles, beginning to needle him and help him detoxify.
It had to be said that Han Yun did have some skill.
Her medical arts were considered first-class.
Su Wanran, standing nearby, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If Han Yun truly managed to cure him, then the victory that was within her grasp would be handed over.
A bird in hand flying away; who could stand that?
However, Lu Ming stood by with remarkable composure, seemingly unconcerned that Han Yun might cure Su Jianxiong. Even more so, Lu Ming wore a look of disdain, his expression full of contempt for Han Yun's needling technique.
From his expression, it was as if he were saying: Is this the medical art learned from the Dragon Warlord? It's utterly disgusting! It insults the Dragon Warlord's reputation.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Han Yun suddenly spoke, "Husband, this next needle will force the toxins to your throat, and you will vomit a lot of blood. Endure it."
Su Wanran was shocked. This was exactly the same technique Lu Ming had used earlier!
In this case, Han Yun was likely to cure Su Jianxiong as well!
However.
Lu Ming suddenly said, "Han Yun, I advise you not to do that. Throughout the needling process, you have made multiple mistakes. If you force the detoxification now, it will not only fail to save your husband but will also cause him to bleed to death."
Huh?
No way?
Su Wanran didn't understand medicine, but she felt the entire needling process was similar to Lu Ming's. Could it be that Lu Ming was deliberately trying to scare Han Yun?
Clearly, Han Yun thought so too.
She sneered, "What do you know? The medical arts passed down from the Dragon Warlord, how could a piece of trash like you understand?"
Han Yun ignored Lu Ming's advice and insisted on needling.
After a few needles, she forced the toxic blood to her throat, and then Su Jianxiong felt a surge of heat in his throat. Unable to hold back, he opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of black blood.
Toxic blood!
Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's alright, it's alright. The toxic blood has been forced out. Now, only minor treatment is needed for a full recovery."
That's what she said, but reality delivered a resounding slap to her face.
The toxic blood had indeed been forced out.
But the embarrassing part was that Su Jianxiong still felt a sweetness in his throat, and hot blood kept surging up. Then he uncontrollably began to vomit blood profusely!
Piles of fresh blood were vomited out.
This was not toxic blood, but healthy blood.
Even more terrifying was that the more Su Jianxiong vomited, the worse it became, and he uncontrollably collapsed on the ground, spitting out large amounts of blood.
"This... how could this happen?" Han Yun stood there frozen.
According to her theory, it shouldn't have turned out this way.
Su Wanran was astonished, not expecting things to unfold exactly as Lu Ming had predicted! Lu Ming had warned her earlier to stop, but Han Yun had not listened.
Now, the toxic blood was forced out, but more healthy blood was being vomited!
Everything had been predicted by Lu Ming!
Su Wanran couldn't help but turn to look at Lu Ming, her admiration for him growing by another third. This man was truly extraordinary.
Watching the blood on the ground increasing, and Su Jianxiong on the verge of bleeding to death, Han Yun started to cry out of desperation.
She tried everything she could to help Su Jianxiong stop bleeding and vomiting.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
"Husband, I'm sorry, I didn't want this." Tears streamed down Han Yun's face.
Suddenly.
She remembered something, turned to Lu Ming, and ignoring all pretense of dignity, pleaded, "Lu Ming, you were able to cure Su Wanran just now, you must be able to cure my husband now, right?"
Lu Ming nodded, "It's not difficult."
Han Yun beamed and said, "Then I beg you, save my husband! Whatever reward you want, I will agree to it. My brother is the Sleeping Dragon of Mist City; you can have anything you desire."
Begging her enemy for help, Han Yun disregarded everything to save Su Jianxiong.
Even Su Wanran softened.
After all, the people before them were her third uncle and third aunt, her relatives. She couldn't just stand by and watch Su Jianxiong die.
Su Wanran said, "Lu Ming, please help Third Aunt and save my Third Uncle?"
Save him?
Heh, you're dreaming too big!
To everyone's surprise, Lu Ming displayed an extremely cold side, his heart like stone as he said, "Su Jianxiong, I will not save you!"