The poison Xiao Wu was inflicted with is a mixture of high-concentration chlorine gas and hydrogen chloride.
Both are strongly acidic poisons.
Hydrogen chloride is extremely water-soluble and will corrode the respiratory tract upon inhalation.
Chlorine gas, on the other hand, has strong penetrability and goes straight to the alveoli, causing acute chemical pulmonary edema.
These two gases have no specific antidote.
When Qin Yun brought Xiao Wu down from the stage, he had already diagnosed her.
The gas currently lingering in her body is not fatal.
But it will make her suffer for three to five days to teach her a lesson.
Xiao Wu’s breathing at this moment is rapid and shallow, and every breath she takes causes her to frown slightly.
A slight wheezing sound occasionally comes from her throat, as if something is blocked deep in her trachea.
Tang San first used silver needles to seal several of her acupuncture points to temporarily slow the spread of the poison, and then fed her two doses of Tang Sect’s toxin-clearing powder.
However, after these medicinal powders were poured down, Xiao Wu’s body temperature not only did not drop, but instead became a bit hotter.
Her cheeks turned from flushed red to a dark, rosy flush, and her lips were dry and peeling.
Her breath carried a faint smell of rust, as if something had been corroded.
Tang San reached out to touch her forehead, and it was extremely hot.
He pulled out two silver needles and could see faint green stains remaining on them, emitting a weak fluorescence under the light.
Tang San’s brows furrowed deeply.
After scorching the silver needles over the flame, he re-inserted them into several vital points of Xiao Wu’s Hand Yangming Meridian.
He attempted to use spirit power to guide the toxins out from the ends of the Meridians.
However, after his spirit power probed along the acupuncture points and circulated inside Xiao Wu’s body for a circle, he clearly perceived where the problem lay.
Chlorine gas and hydrogen chloride do not exist in the blood or Meridians in the form of a “toxin” at all.
They are gas molecules that directly attach to the surface of the alveoli after being inhaled into the lungs, neither binding with the blood nor precipitating in the viscera.
They are like a thin layer of acid mist coating the inner walls of the lung lobes.
They continuously stimulate and corrode every inch of the respiratory mucous membrane they touch.
“Little San…”
Xiao Wu suddenly called out vaguely in her coma, her voice hoarse and dry.
“I feel uncomfortable… My throat feels like it’s burning…” She unconsciously raised her hand to grab her throat, but Tang San gently grasped her wrist and pressed it back into the bedding.
Tang San did not reply, only placing his other hand on her forehead.
The slightly cool spirit power in his palm slowly seeped in, attempting to suppress that scorching heat between her lungs.
But he knew clearly in his heart.
This poison has no “antidote” to neutralize it, at least no corresponding formula can be found in his Tang Sect Poison Canon.
But they simply have no effect here.
That complete set of toxicology systems he brought from his past life.
In front of Qin Yun’s chlorine-mixed “poison gas,” it appeared powerless.
The night passed just like that.
Tang San didn’t sleep all night and was now sitting by the bedside.
On the table in front of him lay three or four overturned medicine bottles and a few used silver needles, but he still hadn’t found any effective method.
Xiao Wu’s breathing was a bit steadier than it was at midnight, but that scorching sensation was still there.
The fundamental problem remained hanging there unresolved.
Early the next morning, when Dai Mubai pushed the door open and walked in, Tang San was tidying up the medicine bottles on the table with his back to the door.
Dai Mubai glanced at Xiao Wu, who was still fast asleep on the bed, and then looked at Tang San’s greenish under-eyes and slightly dry lips, and spoke.
“You stayed up all night?
How is Xiao Wu?”
Tang San put the medicine bottle in his hand back onto the table and turned around.
His expression was gloomy, and obvious fatigue lingered at the bottom of his eyes.
His voice was also somewhat hoarse when he spoke, “I can’t cure it.”
“I have never encountered her symptoms before.”
“I’ve tried most of the detoxification formulas I know, and not a single one matches.”
Dai Mubai said.
“Perhaps we can go find Oscar; his second Spirit Ability can detoxify!”
“I’ll go find him!”
Dai Mubai retreated from Tang San’s room and walked straight toward Oscar’s residence.
“What’s wrong so early in the morning?”
Without any pleasantries, Dai Mubai sat straight down by the table and cut straight to the point.
“Xiao Wu was poisoned by Qin Yun, and Tang San was busy all night without being able to cure it.”
“Doesn’t your second Spirit Ability—the Little Sausage—able to detoxify some poisons?”
“Come with me to take a look.”
Oscar frowned.
Of course he knew how Xiao Wu was injured, and furthermore, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had successively stepped forward to speak up for Qin Yun.
Dean Flender also hadn’t made a clear stance.
“Helping Xiao Wu detoxify is of course not a problem, but you must know—that was done by Qin Yun.”
“If I get involved, how will Qin Yun settle accounts later?”
When he said this, his tone was casual, but Dai Mubai could hear the hesitation hidden beneath that casualness.
Dai Mubai then said, “Little Ao, do you still want to be suppressed by Qin Yun like this all the time?”
“Think about it yourself.
As long as Qin Yun is around, Ning Rongrong will never have you in her eyes.”
As for Oscar’s feelings toward Ning Rongrong, not many people in the entire Shrek Academy knew about them.
But Dai Mubai was a veteran in the romantic field; he had long since noticed the warmth carried in the gaze Oscar gave Ning Rongrong.
At this moment, he placed these words on the table like laying out clear chips, waiting for Oscar to choose whether to accept them or not.
Hearing Dai Mubai’s words, Oscar’s expression changed.
After a few breaths of silence.
He said, “Alright!”
After last night’s arena match, Ning Rongrong obviously had feelings for Qin Yun.
If he wanted to pursue Ning Rongrong, he had to cross this hurdle named Qin Yun.
When the two walked into Tang San’s room one after another, Xiao Wu was still lying on the bed.
Oscar didn’t say much either.
He walked straight to the bedside, stretched out his right hand with his palm facing upward, and his second spirit ring lit up with a soft halo.
He pursed his lips and poured spirit power into it.
“Laozi has a little sausage!”
A moment later, a small sausage about two fingers long, light yellow, with its surface glowing with a warm luster, condensed in the palm of his hand.
He handed that small sausage into Tang San’s hand and said, “Give it a try!”
Tang San took the sausage, carefully broke it into small pieces, fetched warm water to dissolve it, and spoon-fed it into Xiao Wu’s mouth spoonful by spoonful.
The room quieted down, and several people held their breath as they watched Xiao Wu’s reaction.
However, after a full tea’s time, Xiao Wu’s breathing showed no improvement at all.
That scorching sensation suppressed in her lungs did not subside in the slightest.
She even coughed lightly twice in her sleep, and the sound coming from her throat remained hoarse and dry.
Tang San probed her pulse and then withdrew his hand.
His brows tightly knitted, and he said in a low voice, “It’s useless.”
Oscar’s expression was somewhat incredulous.
“That’s impossible… This little sausage of mine has even cured the snake venom of thousand-year-old Spirit Beasts, how can it be completely useless to her?”
Although Oscar’s little sausage can detoxify.
But his spirit power at this moment had just reached level thirty.
It was completely unable to expel the chlorine gas molecules accumulated inside Xiao Wu’s body.
These chlorine gas molecules were driven by Qin Yun’s Spirit, the Periodic Table.
If his spirit power were comparable to Qin Yun’s, perhaps he could cure it.