How is it possible? Could it be that Jia Jiuzhi was possessed by Qi Bo, the god of medicine, to warn him not to be arrogant? Han Shaer had a foresight, removed his hand from the tailor's back, and let her fall asleep. He walked towards the blacksmith and thought about it.
To find out what happened, the host intercepted him and said that everyone should bear their own responsibilities and avoid any reference...
Presiding over the review, the blacksmith took the antidote, breathed evenly, moved freely for a while, and had no symptoms of poisoning; the tailor took the antidote and was given additional needles to detoxify, but is still unconscious and seems to be alive, but may be in a vegetative state - the results are out
Yes, Haohan Medical Center has the advantage!
Han Shaer analyzed that the blacksmith must have swallowed a large amount of antidote in advance, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible! He looked down at the audience calmly and watched the changes, and considered that it would be better to pause and wake up the tailor now.
But the blacksmith ran over and called "Mother, Mother" repeatedly. The tailor didn't respond. The blacksmith panicked and choked: "Save my mother quickly! We don't want the money anymore." Han Shaer thought there was something wrong and deliberately said: "Don't
It's no use crying to death, your mother's daughter is red, even the gods can't help it."
The blacksmith turned around and knelt at the feet of Jia Jiuzhi: "Mr. Jia, Grandpa Jia, please heal my mother! I don't want the small silver anymore. You promised that everything will be fine." He held up all the two hundred taels of silver on the round case.
Jing Jiuzhi sneered: "What does it have to do with me? The guild president clearly said it was poisonous wine, but you insist on drinking it for the money. Who can you blame? Mr. Zhen is not cured, please beg Mr. Zhen!" The blacksmith begged: "Jia
Master, you can cure me, and you can also cure my mother, please do it well, I will be a living Bodhisattva for you!" Jia Jiuzhi said with regret: "Hey, I also wanted to help you, but I missed the opportunity." You.
Lihua shouted: "The next game is about to start, so don't bother Mr. Jia!"
The blacksmith turned around to question Han Shaer: "Quick doctor, please pay for my mother! Quack doctor!" He wanted to grab and beat him. Han Shaer took a few steps away and whispered: "Let me hear it and see what method Jia Langzhong used.
, I can save your mother!" You Lihua shouted again: "The doctor has no intention of harming anyone, so don't bother with the blacksmith!" The blacksmith pretended not to hear, and opened his mouth to exhale, letting Han Shaer identify.
Han Shaer was shocked when he smelled the smell of Datura and the antidote. He quickly grabbed the cup - his grandma's drop. The two cups of poisonous wine were exactly the same in appearance and color. Why was there a residue of Datura and a residue of Hedinghong?
? He stared at the host coldly: "What does this mean?" The host said: "I am willing to admit defeat! When pouring poisoned wine, in full view of everyone, who can cheat?" Han Shaer said: "The two glasses of wine are different!"
The host shrugged: "Mr. Zhen is really good at joking. The wine was poured by the official, and I didn't notice any difference."
Also, how could two different kinds of poisonous wine be poured out of the same pot? It's hard to convince anyone, especially when the audience is all laymen. Han Shaer's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the wine pot by the handle.
It took a lot of effort to peel off the outer layer - the Yuanyang Pot! Son of a bitch, my hotel has Yuanyang Hot Pot, but here I use the Yuanyang Pot!
His face suddenly dropped, and his face became as dark as water: "Is this the willingness to admit defeat? This is in the public eye? This is who can cheat? In the medical competition, do you dare to cheat and treat human life as nothing?" The host panicked: "Mr. Zhen, please forgive me.
I really don’t know the crime, Hedinghong is also known as arsenic, I’m scared to death and I don’t dare.” The pot was empty, Han Shaer asked the audience for some water, rinsed it and sprinkled it on the ring, and the water turned into paste when it fell to the ground.
There was a roar of smoke, and a piece of the surface of the arena was corroded.
The host was stunned, and the audience exploded: "Wolf-hearted!", "Black-hearted thief!"... Han Shaer asked angrily: "Whose pot? Whose wine?"