"Ye Fan, you used three medicinal materials: Broken Heart Grass, Toad Dried, and Jiushanhui."
Nangong Chun wiped his lips and sneered: "The heartbroken grass attacks the heart, the toad erodes the bones, and the Nine Mountains Hui will promote blood flow."
"You're pretty ruthless, going straight to my internal organs. It's a pity that I can detoxify this poison."
After saying that, he endured the pain and turned around to prepare the antidote, and soon started tinkering with the medicinal ingredients again.
"Lily is combined with lotus seeds to remove the toad stems, purple loquat is used to remove the poison of gallbladder, and then supplemented with chicken shit vine, Bai Ling Dan..."
Nangong Chun read out the name of the medicine while preparing the antidote, which seemed to severely dampen Ye Fan's arrogance and put a psychological burden on him.
Ye Fan ignored it and didn't prepare an antidote. He just sat on a chair and drank tea. He also poured the hot water used to wash the cups into the porcelain bowl of black soup.
He also hummed a song casually, not caring about the competition or the poison at all.
"Master, Master, hurry up and prepare the medicine."
Seeing Ye Fan sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, Sun Bufan shouted anxiously:
"The longer you wait, the stronger the toxin becomes."
It doesn't matter if he loses, it doesn't matter if he loses the medical center. He is worried that something will happen to Ye Fan's health.
"Yes, little miracle doctor, do it quickly, now is not the time to pretend."
The other spectators were also extremely anxious and advised Ye Fan to prepare an antidote quickly or admit defeat.
The pretty-faced doctor sneered:
"He must have thought that he would lose, so there was no need to prepare an antidote."
"Ye Fan, if you don't think of a way, the poison will take effect later and you will be in agony."
Nangong Chun continued to attack Ye Fan:
"Every bone, every inch of your skin, including your internal organs, will feel as painful as a knife."
"You will definitely spit out painful tears and snot mixed with blood."
He was very proud and confident in his poison.
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Really? I'll wait and see how powerful your poison attack is."
"Master, are you too merciful and the portion of the poisonous soup you prepared is too small?"
Seeing that Ye Fan was carefree and carefree, the pretty female doctor had doubts about Heitang, thinking that Ye Fan was so carefree and not toxic enough.
She picked it up and took a sip.
Unexpectedly, not long after she finished drinking, she fell to the ground with a plop.
His face turned black and his mouth and nose were bleeding.
Not long after, she was rolling on the floor, wailing, and vomiting out painful tears and snot mixed with blood.
All the symptoms are just as Nangong Chun said just now, which shows how ferocious this poison is?
"Junior sister...Junior sister..."
The middle-aged doctor and the others exclaimed and gathered around to give first aid to the junior sister. They hurriedly stabilized the poison.
Nangong Chun didn't even look at her. He hadn't detoxified himself yet, so how could he have time to talk to his apprentice?
Another fifteen minutes passed, and Nangong Chun prepared a bowl of antidote.
At this moment, his face was terribly blue and black, and even his breathing became hurried without realizing it, but he still stared at Ye Fan with a ferocious face and sneered:
"I have prepared the antidote. As long as I drink it, I will be fine."
"Just wait until you lose..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out blood, his hands and feet trembling and it was difficult to control himself.
Several disciples and grandsons were shocked when they saw this and hurriedly waited for him to drink the antidote.
However, after drinking a large bowl of antidote, Nangong Chun did not feel better, and his face became more and more gloomy.
Then there were two more puffs and two mouthfuls of blood spurted out.
The situation is worrying.
The whole audience was shocked.
The disciples, disciples, and grandchildren were even more stunned. They never expected that the master who secretly proclaimed himself the Poison King could not cure Ye Fan's poison.
Ye Fan took a sip of tea, then leaned over and looked at Nangong Chun: "Do you admit defeat or not?"
"I……"
Nangong Chun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Mark in disbelief:
"It's impossible, it's impossible. I've already tried the main medicine, why can't it be solved?"
"Your antidote can indeed dissolve my main ingredients."
Ye Fanfeng Qingyun replied calmly: "But you ignored it, there is a piece of licorice mixed in them."
"Licorice will not react to purple loquat or lily alone, but the three together will automatically neutralize it."
"Purple loquat and lily are ineffective, so what about the solution of gutwort and toad?"
Ye Fan looked at Nangong Chun playfully: "Stop struggling and admit defeat."
"That's it, that's it."
Nangong Chun was enlightened after hearing this, with regret on his face. Why didn't he think of this?
Then, he remembered something again and stared at Mark with a shocked expression:
"You...how come you weren't poisoned?"
Ye Fan drank the poison earlier than he did, and the black soup he prepared was comparable to arsenic. Logically speaking, Ye Fan should have been poisoned and passed out by now.
How could nothing happen?
If he hadn't watched Ye Fan drink his poison with his own eyes, he would have suspected Ye Fan of cheating.
Sun Bufan and the others also looked at Ye Fan in surprise, yes, how could Ye Fan be safe and sound? You must know that he didn't even prepare an antidote.
Ye Fan blew the tea gently and said with a smile: "I have detoxified you a long time ago."
"Nonsense!"
Nangong Chun didn't believe it: "You didn't even prepare the antidote, how could you detoxify it?"
All the spectators were also confused. When did Ye Fan detoxify?
"I've already told you about your medicinal ingredients. Isn't it just a matter of minutes to detoxify?"
Ye Fan tapped his finger on the red poisonous soup he prepared:
"Before drinking your black soup, I took a sip of the red soup I prepared myself."
"In other words, I was poisoned by myself first, and then I used your poison soup to resolve it."
Ye Fan smiled: "This is called fighting fire with fire."
"No, it's impossible..."
Nangong Chun coughed, another mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and his body shook and was about to fall down.
"You failed to detoxify, but I am safe and sound. I won this round."
Ye Fan pushed the black soup prepared by Nangong Chun in front of him:
"Drink it. Our medicinal soup is poison, but it is also an antidote to each other."
"kidding me--"
Nangong Chun was furious and didn't believe that black soup was the antidote.
Ye Fan didn't waste any time. He picked up the bowl and poured all the remaining soup into his mouth.
Nangong Chun coughed desperately, then spat out a bunch of soup with a loud sound. He felt very uncomfortable, but his complexion improved significantly.
Half a minute later, Nangong Chun returned to normal, with no more signs of poisoning...
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged doctor added hot water to the remaining soup residue, and then quickly gave it to the unconscious junior sister to drink.
Not long after, Doctor Qiao also coughed a few times and recovered.
It is indeed the antidote.
Sun Bufan and the others were all dumbfounded. If they had not witnessed all this with their own eyes, they would never have imagined that the doctor could fight like this.
Especially after Ye Fan smelled the Nangongchun medicinal material, he prepared the poison and also used it as an antidote, which is really incredible.
Master level, master level...
Countless people looked at Ye Fan in admiration.
"Little Master wins, little Master wins."
Sun Bufan burst into cheers.
All the spectators also shouted: "Miracle Doctor Ye, Doctor Ye."
The excitement made even the floor of Xuanhuju vibrate.
Ye Fan waved his hand: "Here comes, close the shop..."
"Who gave you the courage to take over my father's shop?"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the door, and then several people in white uniforms appeared...
