Feng Jun knew Yu Zhiyuan did not believe him, but he really had told the truth, so he could only raise an eyebrow. "How about this? Have them bring two kinds of poison over, and you can see whether I can deduce them."
Yu Zhiyuan's eyes lit up at once. "That could work. Are you sure you can deduce them?"
Feng Jun nodded. "I'm sure I can deduce them, but I'm not sure... whether they can afford the price of asking me to do so."
That took the fun out of it. Yu Zhiyuan sighed gloomily. "There's a price even for a test?"
Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him, the meaning obvious—wasn't that nonsense? "Forget it. I'll give you a piece of information for free. The anesthetic on the arrowhead was actually a synthetic neurotoxin. Gao Qiang is at risk of brain damage... Fortunately, I gave him some antidote."
Yu Zhiyuan's eyes lit up again. "A synthetic neurotoxin... Can you be more specific?"
He knew Feng Jun had already handed the crossbows over to the security staff outside, but testing and identification were not something that could be completed overnight. The matter was still under urgent investigation.
"I can't be any more specific." Feng Jun shook his head, then clapped his hands. "Forget it, it's time to check on Elder Yu... He'll be taking body-tempering medicine today. The effects may be rather strong, and the pain could be intense."
"That doesn't matter. The old man isn't afraid of pain." Yu Zhiyuan knew his father quite well. "But his blood vessels are rather fragile. This medicine of yours... it won't rupture his vessel walls, will it?"
Feng Jun thought about it, then shook his head decisively. "It won't."
He carefully recalled the process of matching the data and was certain