"What?!"
Jun Wangchen's words shocked everyone.
Mo Xinao glanced at the flower on the table and asked, "Young friend Jun, how did you determine that this isn't Black Lily of the Valley, but a Soul-Eating Flower?"
"Soul-Eating Flowers look extremely similar to Black Lily of the Valley. Since very few people have ever encountered them, telling the two apart is even harder. Of course, that doesn't mean there's no way to do it," Jun Wangchen said calmly, folding his arms across his chest.
"The method is simple. Just drip a little alcohol onto the petals. If they turn from black to red and then back to black, it's a Soul-Eating Flower. If the petals don't change at all, it's Black Lily of the Valley."
"Really?" Surprise crossed Mo Xingao's face, and he immediately beckoned to someone.
Before long, a subordinate came over with a bottle of alcohol.
Under everyone's gaze, Mo Xingao opened the bottle and poured a little alcohol onto the petals.
Instantly, the petals changed color. Most of the black abruptly faded, revealing a blood-red hue. But then the red disappeared, and the petals returned to their original black.
"It really happened!" The doctors were all stunned by the sight, and their gazes filled with admiration as they looked at Jun Wangchen.
This young man far surpassed them in both discernment and knowledge.
At Jun Wangchen's age, they had still been poring over medical textbooks, yet he was already standing at the summit.
He was truly a monster!
Mo Xingao was equally shaken. He asked urgently, "Young friend Jun, since you know this is a Soul-Eating Flower, do you have a way to treat him?"
"The Soul-Eating Flower is a very peculiar plant. It stores the soul and spirit it devours in its center. To wake Elder Mo,