"Pang!" With a clang, the dagger hit the ground, and Qian Faliang collapsed onto the dirt.
"Ah! Give me the antidote, give me the antidote."
He clutched his head with both hands, frantically kowtowing to Qi Yue at a speed faster than pounding garlic.
"Please, give me the antidote!"
Qian Faliang kept begging, howling in desperation.
He rolled on the ground, kicking up a cloud of filth.
Qi Yue stepped back silently, watching calmly, quietly calculating the time it would take for Qian Faliang's poison to fully take effect.
In her previous life, aside from being a doctor who specialized in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine, Qi Yue had a secret hobby—poisons.
Of all the poisons, she favored only one kind: slow-acting, long-term, addictive, yet ultimately leading to death.
Due to security concerns in her previous world, she never had a chance to verify her theories, but now she had found the perfect test subject.