C131 Tang Sect's Poison Technique

Ye Yuvyuv had a real knack for creating antidotes. Without wasting time, Sinan instructed a male assistant from the forensics department to fetch some ice water from the freezer.

After administering the poison to Mo Jiuniang with the ice water, Ye Yuvyuv assured her, "The antidote will take effect in about fifteen minutes."

Ye Yuvyuv glanced at her delicate wristwatch and turned to Sinan, "There's still half an hour until the end of the workday. As your assistant, I assume there won't be any overtime, right?"

Her face, illuminated by the lights above the operating table, was as fresh and delicate as a lotus bud at dusk, with a hint of rosy glow.

Sinan found himself momentarily captivated, thinking, this young woman is truly stunning, like an enchanting little sprite.

With a mischievous smile, Sinan replied, "Oh, so if there's overtime, you're out?"

"That's right. Are you planning on keeping me late?" Ye Yuvyuv asked with a gentle smile.

She was a bit tired from working on the antidote and wanted to leave early. However, Mo Jiuniang's situation seemed complicated, and she wasn't fond of dealing with troublesome matters.

"In half an hour, you'll be off the clock, Little Sprite. Satisfied?" Sinan's eyes gleamed with a cunning light.

He was clearly trying to keep Ye Yuvyuv as his assistant by playing his cards right.

Ye Yuvyuv gave him a slight nod and sat down on a nearby chair to wait.

Time ticked by slowly.

For Mo Jiuniang and the two brothers outside the door, it was an agonizing wait. Although it was only fifteen minutes, for Mo Jiuniang, it meant the difference between life and death for her partner.

For the two brothers, their faces had already turned pale.

The forensic experts didn't quite believe what Ye Yuvyuv, just a young girl, was saying, but there was a strange mix of anticipation and tension in the room.

Until—

"Fifteen minutes, time's up." Ye Yuvyuv's calm voice echoed through the large autopsy room, carrying a chilling tone.

Everyone's expressions tightened, and they unconsciously took a step forward.

They held their breath, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the cold operating table.

Ye Yuvyuv walked confidently to the table, reaching out to check for a breath.

After a moment, she looked up with a serene smile, her clear amber eyes shining with confidence. "There's a pulse. We can save him."

"Boss!" Mo Jiuniang's trembling voice pierced the silence, shocking everyone. They stared in disbelief at the operating table, where the man they thought was dead lay, and then back at the extraordinary young woman.

For a long time, no one could believe that the corpse had come back to life.

The senior forensic expert, who had been the most skeptical of Ye Yuvyuv, was so stunned that he trembled as he approached the table.

He cautiously reached out to check for a breath.

After a moment, he stood there, dumbfounded.

Finally, an impatient young forensic expert stepped forward to ask, "Professor, is he really alive?"

"Alive... he's really alive!" the senior expert stammered.

A collective gasp filled the room, and everyone was suddenly energized.

It was unbelievable. The body had shown no signs of life, no breath, no heartbeat, and had even turned a bluish-purple. Yet, it was alive.

"A miracle worker!"

A middle-aged officer, after checking the once lifeless body himself, couldn't contain his excitement and awe. He looked at Ye Yuvyuv with wide eyes, filled with respect.

Yuvyuv gave a faint smile.

"I'm no miracle worker," she said. "I've mentioned before, I only know how to make poisons. It just so happens that this person was poisoned, and using poison to treat poison isn't something that works in every case."

Yuvyuv never exaggerated her abilities. This was something Elder Qian had taught her in a past life. He had been very serious when he instructed her, saying that what he taught was the art of poison—a deadly art.

"If one day you use poison to save a life, don't let people's praise cloud your judgment. You're a practitioner of the poison arts, not a miracle worker. You've taken a different path. True healing is the way of a real doctor. Using poison to save is a shortcut, and you mustn't become arrogant. You're a descendant of the Tang Sect's poison arts, and poison has always been something to be feared.

People fear you, so they won't dare to provoke you lightly. As a descendant of the Tang Sect, you must be bold and unyielding, not easily intimidated."

Yuvyuv thought Elder Qian was too intense, teaching her to be so domineering. In her past life, with her reckless nature and the poison arts at her side, she could do whatever she wanted without anyone daring to challenge her.

If someone disagreed with her, she could easily scatter some powder and quietly take care of them. The Tang Sect's arts—whether poison, the five elements, or the mysterious arts of divination and lock-picking—were indeed sharp and unforgiving in this world.

Yet, they also attracted those in high positions who were eager to seize them. So, throughout history, the Tang Sect had always been both feared and courted by those in power, facing either alliances or assassination attempts.

At six in the evening, Yuvyuv left promptly, not staying a second longer. Sinan had promised her that she could leave on time without having to work overtime. If Sinan dared to break his promise, Yuvyuv would have no qualms about transferring to another department the next day.

She couldn't just walk away from the military hospital without that jerk Huo Lingxiao's permission. Even if she left, they'd drag her back.

Yuvyuv's departure left the forensic lab in a bit of a stir. The forensic experts, who had been excited, were now somewhat disgruntled, thinking she was unprofessional. Sure, the supposed corpse had been revived, but there was still a lot to sort out. And yet, this new girl, just an assistant, had the audacity to take off her scrubs and leave, right in front of everyone.

She really left.

A young male forensic scientist, unwilling to let it go, chased after her, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of her disappearing around the corner. He returned to complain to the senior forensic experts, saying the new girl was too arrogant and didn't act like an assistant should. He implied that just because she saved one person, she was getting too big for her britches and didn't respect her elders.

The senior forensic experts, all six of them with titles, didn't look too pleased after hearing the young man's complaints.

"Huh, talking smack about my Little Demon right in front of me? Who taught you that bad habit?" Huangfu Sinan overheard, and without hesitation, he kicked the young man, showing no mercy.

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