1200 Depressed and Lacked Energy

"Qi Yan!" Tan Bengbeng yelled when she saw that he was off track.

She wanted him to be more serious.

Qi Yan pressed his lips together and said, "I am serious, I cannot come up with a cure for that."

"…"

After Qi Yan spoke, everyone's gaze changed.

If King of Medicine could not come up with a cure, who else in this world would be able to?

Mo Kun had developed such a powerful medicine to deal with Old Master, what are the chances that Old Master would live…

That was the question in everyone's mind.

Nian Xiaomu's face turned pale.

Tan Bengbeng got anxious.

She frowned and grabbed Qi Yan's fingers. "You could tell what it was just by smelling it, how could you not know it's cure? As long as the ingredients and dosage are analyzed, you can easily create an antidote right?"