"Then can you cure the poison?" Boqi hurriedly asked. He did not particularly like Lunke's manner, but after Captain Barro's teachings, he understood Lunke's importance and irreplaceability. Besides, they were too weak; if they were found, Lunke was the only one who could deal with the pursuers.
"Yes, Little Flea, can you cure the poison?" Barro also hurriedly moved closer.
Little Flea fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Without determining what kind of poison it is, I can't treat him either. And even if we knew the type of toxin, without the medicinal ingredients and experimental tools to prepare an antidote, it still wouldn't work."
"So that means Mr. Lunke... can't be saved?"
Little Flea glanced at Lunke's pale face and fell silent.
Lunke said, "You... you're Little Flea, right? Can I call you Little Flea too? Just tell me the answer. If... if I'm going to die, at least I still have time to leave my last words."
Little Flea said nothing. After pondering for a while, he took out the stethoscope he carried with him, pressed it to Lunke's chest, and carefully listened to his heartbeat.
After quite some time, Little Flea finally said, "The sound flowing through his blood vessels is thunderous as a raging flood. There may still be hope."
Boqi's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Little Flea nodded. "Mr. Lunke's physique is exceptionally strong. Even toxins need a certain amount of time to fully invade his body. During that time, if we can identify the poison, I can find a way to prepare an antidote. It's just..."
At that point, Little Flea paused. He lowered his head and suddenly stopped speaking.
Boqi anxiously asked, "It's just what?"
Barro patted Boqi's shoulder. "What Little Flea means is that to save Lunke, we have to