If ordinary people were given this medicine, two or three percent of them would probably die of poisoning on the spot. Of those who survived, perhaps ten or twenty percent would suffer severe aftereffects... kidney failure, leukemia, even heavy metal poisoning...
But the situation was urgent, and they could no longer afford to worry about that. More than half the refugees who had arrived were afflicted with Water Gu Disease.
If they were not treated quickly, the migrants would all die without the Tribal Stockade Barbarians having to attack.
If thousands of migrants died, the Primordial Yang Church would lose more than its foundation. The disaster might even bring the entire church down.
When people were about to die, who could worry about such things? Even knowing it was poison, they had to drink it first and survive the moment. That was drinking poisoned wine to quench their thirst!
A thick cloud of white vapor gathered without dispersing. The mercury within made it extraordinarily heavy, so it did not drift away. It was also highly poisonous; an ordinary person who breathed it in would be poisoned in no time.
Though such poisonous vapor could do nothing to a Yang Spirit Expert like Lu Yuanzhen, he swept his sleeve and sent the cloud of steam far away. A strong wind blew, and it soon scattered.
Xin Chengying answered and came over to tend the furnace fire, but he could not help asking, "Martial Uncle, when do you think Tang Changsheng will return?"
Lu Yuanzhen shot Xin Chengying an irritated look, then suddenly sighed. "It would certainly be good if Changsheng came back. He'd be far more useful than you. See to your furnace fire!"
Xin Chengying heard this and hurried back to tend the fire.
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