Zhu Yanyi did not care about the title of "Little Divine Doctor," but she would not let her reputation be ruined here.
Zhang Lang found her words reasonable. Emboldened, she relied on her gu poison. "Good. But we must introduce our poisons first?"
Zhu Yanyi smiled lightly. "Why not have you poison me first, and I identify the ingredients? Then I poison you, and you identify mine."
"That works. Let’s begin." Zhang Lang wanted to see what Zhu Yanyi was capable of.
Zhu Yanyi did not tell Zhang Lang that she was already immune to all poisons. Even gu poison had no effect on her. She simply wanted to observe her techniques.
Zhang Lang threw a black pill directly at Zhu Yanyi. It exploded in front of her, turning into black mist that instantly entered her body.
"Little Divine Doctor, do you know what poison this is?" Zhang Lang was very proud. His master had given him this poison, and even his master could not make an antidote.
Zhu Yanyi glanced at Zhang Lang. "I said you could use gu poison, and you really did." She smiled, then turned to Hun Junlan behind her. "Go get an empty basin. One with a deep bottom."
Hun Junlan hurried off and quickly returned with a basin, placing it before Zhu Yanyi.
Zhu Yanyi did not rush to detoxify. "With your skill, you could not have made this. This gu is called the Ghost Face Gu. It is bred by keeping ninety-nine animals with ghost-like faces—such as centipedes, scorpions, poisonous cicadas, and toads—together. If a normal person ingests it, their limbs become weak, and their face is destroyed. Actually, someone in our Huaxia accidentally sold wine containing Ghost Face Gu last time. I was the one who cured it."
As she spoke, Zhu Yanyi took out a gold needle and inserted it into the corresponding acupoint. Soon, a large lump slowly bulged on her ring finger.
She then took out a scalpel and made a light cut. Many black insect eggs came out.
"If you are going to use gu, you should have done it earlier. Now, it cannot hatch." Zhu Yanyi said as she used her wood ability to drive the poison out of her body. She expelled it completely, then took a bottle of Spirit Spring water from her medical kit and drank it. "Alright, my poison is cleared. Do you want someone to check my pulse?"
Seeing Zhu Yanyi’s vibrant appearance, even a non-doctor could tell she was perfectly healthy.
Zhang Lang could not believe her powerful gu poison had no effect on Zhu Yanyi. She suddenly felt panicked.
Zhu Yanyi looked at Zhang Lang. "You have poisoned me. Now you should try my poison. It is rude to accept without returning the favor."
Zhu Yanyi snapped her fingers. Zhang Lang’s face, originally fair and rosy, turned pitch black. It was clear she was poisoned.
"A true poison doctor does not tell you when they poison you. The poison I used today is mild. I used an obvious poison so you could detect it. If I used a hidden poison, you would die without knowing how." Zhu Yanyi looked at Zhang Lang coldly. She had never liked her approach to poison medicine.
Poison medicine uses poison to heal. Zhang Lang clearly intended to harm people with poison. Therefore, Zhu Yanyi would not show mercy.
Zhang Lang could not believe this happened. He rushed to find someone to check his pulse. He tried countless methods to detoxify, swallowing many antidotes, but his face grew darker. It had no effect.
The audience on site and in front of televisions fell silent. They knew the Little Divine Doctor was at a disadvantage against twenty international doctors. This match was tough. But they never expected such an exciting start.
Everyone’s blood boiled, but no one made a sound. Even people walking near televisions unconsciously softened their steps, afraid to disturb the competitors.
Merk and others looked at Zhang Lang with worry.
"Mr. Zhang Lang, are you okay?" Merk asked anxiously.
Zhu Yanyi took out a book. Miao Pu poured a cup of tea and placed it beside her. Zhu Yanyi read and drank tea, looking very comfortable, as if resting at home. She seemed to forget this was a competition venue.
"You can help him. If you can cure this poison, you win."
Zhu Yanyi did not even lift her eyes. She only looked at the book, seemingly fascinated by its content.
Hearing this, the opponents ignored whether it was a foul and started helping.
"Use mung bean soup. It detoxifies," one said.
"Use serum. But what poison is this? Which serum do we need?" another said.
"Maybe exchange blood?"
With more people, there were more ideas. Zhu Yanyi was unaffected. Near lunchtime, she finally spoke. "There are three more matches today. You must be quick. Also, my poison’s effect lasts four hours. It has been nearly three. At the fourth hour, the true poison will erupt. It will be extremely painful. So hurry up and cure it."
"The Little Divine Doctor is so kind to remind them," a viewer whispered.
"I bet even with the reminder, they lack the skill to cure it," another viewer said.
"The Little Divine Doctor is amazing," a fan said.
Seeing no one could help, Merk said, "We concede this round."
"You don’t need to concede so quickly. You can continue," Zhu Yanyi said with a smile. "Don’t force the word 'concede.' I am open-minded. Rest assured, as long as she has breath, I can save her. So keep trying. She will just suffer a bit. It’s fine. With me here, no one will die."
Zhu Yanyi never accepted the word "concede" when it was forced. When Merk said it, she rejected it directly. If you want to concede, go ahead. I do not accept it. Since you want to concede, I will not count it.
Zhu Yanyi spoke loudly and clearly. Both the live audience and TV viewers nodded in agreement. The Little Divine Doctor had clearly won. Why force the word "concede"? If so, she could refuse it. Keep trying.
Merk took a deep breath. "First round, we lost."