My Poison Has No Antidote! Tang San Was Helpless

The poison Xiao Wu had inhaled was a mixture of highly concentrated chlorine gas and hydrogen chloride.

Both were highly acidic poisons.

Hydrogen chloride dissolved readily in water and corroded the respiratory tract when inhaled.

Chlorine gas penetrated deep into the lungs, reaching the alveoli and causing acute chemical pulmonary edema.

Neither gas had a specific antidote.

Qin Yun had already examined Xiao Wu while carrying her off the arena.

The gas remaining in her body was not fatal.

But it would leave her suffering for three to five days and teach her a lesson.

Xiao Wu's breathing was quick and shallow. She winced with every breath.

A faint wheeze occasionally escaped her throat, as though something were lodged deep in her windpipe.

Tang San had sealed several of her acupoints with silver needles to slow the poison's spread, then given her two doses of Tang Sect Purging Powder. But after she swallowed the powder, her temperature rose instead of falling.

The flush on her cheeks darkened to a dusky red, and her lips grew dry and cracked.

Her breath carried a faint, corroded smell of rust.

Tang San touched her forehead. It was burning hot.

He withdrew two silver needles. Faint green stains clung to them, giving off a weak glow in the lamplight.

His brows drew tight. After heating the needles over the flame, he inserted them into several vital points along Xiao Wu's Hand Yangming Meridian.

He tried to guide the poison out through the ends of her meridians with his Soul Power.

But after sending his Soul Power through her acupoints and around her body, he clearly sensed the problem.

The chlorine gas and hydrogen chloride did not exist in her blood or meridians as "toxins" at all.

After being inhaled, their molecules had attached directly to the surface of her alveoli. They neither bound to her blood nor settled in her organs.

They coated the inner walls of her lungs like a thin layer of acidic mist.

They kept irritating and burning every inch of respiratory tissue they touched.

"Xiao San..."

Xiao Wu called out indistinctly in her sleep, her voice hoarse and dry.

"I feel awful... My throat feels like it's on fire..." She raised a hand toward her throat without waking, but Tang San gently caught her wrist and guided it back beneath the covers.

Tang San said nothing. He only placed his other hand on her forehead, letting cool Soul Power seep into her as he tried to suppress the burning in her lungs.

But he knew the truth.

There was no "antidote" that could neutralize this poison. At least, he could find no such formula in the Tang Sect Poison Manual.

The Tang Sect had antidote techniques such as Cinnabar Poison Transformation, Silver Needle Poison Expulsion, and Snake Saliva Miasma Breaking.

But none of them worked here.

The complete system of toxicology he had brought from his previous life

was powerless against Qin Yun's mixture of chlorine gas and other "poisonous gases."

The night passed.

Tang San had not slept. Now he sat beside the bed.

Three or four overturned medicine bottles and several used silver needles lay scattered across the tabletop, yet he still had not found an effective treatment.

Xiao Wu's breathing was steadier than it had been at midnight, but the burning remained.

The underlying problem was still unresolved.

When Dai Mubai pushed the door open the next morning, Tang San was tidying the medicine bottles on the table with his back to the door.

Dai Mubai glanced at Xiao Wu, still unconscious on the bed, then at the dark circles under Tang San's eyes and his slightly dry lips.

"You were up all night? How's Xiao Wu?"

Tang San set the medicine bottle in his hand back on the table and turned around.

His face was grim, exhaustion plain in his eyes.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "I can't cure her."

"I've never encountered symptoms like hers."

"I've tried most of the antidote formulas I know. Not one has worked."

Dai Mubai said,

"Maybe we can ask Oscar. His second Soul Skill can cure poison!"

"I'll go get him!"

Dai Mubai left Tang San's room and went straight to Oscar's quarters.

"What's going on so early in the morning?"

Dai Mubai skipped the pleasantries and sat down at the table.

"Qin Yun poisoned Xiao Wu. Tang San spent all night trying to cure her and couldn't."

"Your second Soul Skill—the Little Sausage—can cure some poisons, can't it?"

"Come take a look."

Oscar frowned.

Of course he knew how Xiao Wu had been hurt. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had both spoken up for Qin Yun afterward.

Headmaster Flender had not made his position clear either.

"I don't mind helping Xiao Wu, but you know Qin Yun was the one who did it."

"If I get involved, how am I supposed to face Qin Yun afterward?"

"I've got nothing against him. There's no reason to wade into this mess."

His tone was casual, but Dai Mubai heard the hesitation beneath it.

Dai Mubai said, "Oscar, do you really want Qin Yun to keep overshadowing you?"

"Think about it. As long as Qin Yun's around, Ning Rongrong will never notice you."

Few people at Shrek Academy knew how Oscar felt about Ning Rongrong.

But Dai Mubai had plenty of experience with women. He had long since noticed the warmth in Oscar's eyes whenever he looked at her.

Now he laid it out like a bargaining chip and waited for Oscar to decide whether to take it.

Oscar's expression changed at Dai Mubai's words.

After a few moments of silence,

he said, "All right!"

After last night's arena match, Ning Rongrong had clearly shown an interest in Qin Yun.

If Oscar wanted to pursue her, he would have to get past Qin Yun.

When the two of them entered Tang San's room, Xiao Wu was still lying on the bed.

Oscar wasted no words.

He walked straight to the bedside and held out his right hand, palm up. His second Soul Ring glowed softly.

He pressed his lips together and channeled Soul Power into it.

"I've got a Little Sausage!"

A moment later, a pale-yellow Little Sausage about two fingers long formed in his palm, its surface gleaming softly.

He handed it to Tang San. "Give it a try!"

Tang San took the sausage, carefully broke it into small pieces, dissolved them in warm water, and fed the mixture to Xiao Wu one spoonful at a time.

The room fell silent. Everyone held their breath as they watched Xiao Wu.

But even after the time it took to drink a cup of tea, her breathing showed no improvement.

The burning deep in her lungs had not eased at all.

She even coughed twice in her sleep, her throat still producing a dry, hoarse sound.

Tang San checked her pulse, then withdrew his hand.

His brow furrowed. "No use," he said quietly.

Oscar looked incredulous.

"That can't be... My Little Sausage has even cured snake venom from a Thousand-Year Soul Beast. How can it do nothing for her?"

Oscar's Little Sausage could cure poison.

But his Soul Power had only just reached level thirty.

He could not expel the chlorine molecules gathered in Xiao Wu's body.

Those molecules were under the influence of Qin Yun's Martial Soul Periodic Table.

If Oscar's Soul Power were on par with Qin Yun's, he might have been able to cure her.