Picking a Fight

Ye Wen's face immediately darkened when he realized what had happened.

"Give me back the medicine, Tang San."

Perhaps because he had not become sworn siblings with Xiao Wu, Tang San was not as low-key and reserved as he had been in the original story. Instead, he was rather sharp and aggressive, directly tossing the bowl of medicine behind him.

Tang San said, "Why should I give the medicine back to you? So you can keep harming people?

You're still so young, and you haven't even studied under an old physician. What do you know about medicinal herbs or treating illnesses? You're just treating this patient like your guinea pig.

If you truly wanted to treat him, you could simply use Soul Power to cleanse his internal organs and remove the sickness within. Why give him some medicinal soup? I'm stopping your malicious intentions right now."

Though medicine and poison were closely related, Tang San, as a disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, had at most known how to refine poisons. When had he ever known how to make medicine or treat illnesses?

Moreover, in Tang San's understanding, those capable of examining patients and prescribing medicine had to be at least thirty or forty years old. This Douluo native before him was not even ten, a useless person with no inheritance whatsoever, yet he dared prescribe medicine and treat people? If that was not treating someone as a guinea pig, what was?

I, Tang San, envoy of justice, would never allow such vile deeds to take place before my eyes!

Ye Wen's gaze darkened. He had been avoiding this protagonist all along, so why did this guy have to stir up trouble while he was handling something important? Did he really think I wouldn't dare kill him?