"Okay, let me do it." Doctor Song had already prepared in advance, and was not flustered. However, when he cut open Fu Jingchen's clothes with scissors and saw the wound, his expression suddenly turned solemn.
"There's something wrong with this wound." He muttered after treating the wound.
Luqiu furrowed her brows and assessed the man's condition. Old Mr. Fu became more anxious: "What's wrong? Speak up, Doctor Song!"
"The bleeding has stopped." Suddenly, Luqiu spoke, startling everyone present. She walked over to the coffee table and laid out a row of fine silver needles. "But the small knife that caused the wound was poisoned, we need to detoxify it as soon as possible."
Doctor Song was the quickest to react, questioning, "…Young Madam, you know Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Luqiu, while pulling out the silver needles, replied, "Not just Chinese medicine, I know a bit of Western medicine as well."
Doctor Song was dumbfounded.