Shangguan Qingfeng asked anxiously, "Then why did inserting the silver needle into the divine court cause this consequence?"
Qin Yu said, "Because the young master hasn't just drunk the herbicide."
"He has also been poisoned by a certain neurotoxin."
"Your needle just happened to cause the neurotoxin to spread."
Shangguan Qingfeng examined the child again with care and was wholeheartedly convinced.
He had not noticed any other poison in the patient before, but Qin Yu had been able to discern so much with just one glance. The difference in their abilities was immediately apparent.
"Mr. Qin truly is a master," he said.
Wei Zheng, too impatient to attend to anything else, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said, "Mr. Qin, I apologize for any offense given just now."
"Do you have a way to cure the child?"
Qin Yu nodded, "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed."
"No way."
At this moment, Wei Zheng's eldest son Wei Kang strongly objected.