Song Ning, however, was deeply worried.
Medical skill alone could not save Lu Changqing in his current condition.
The toxin poisoning him had probably been developed by Ghost's experts. Only the people who had created it would know its exact composition.
Even the antidote would need the right ingredients in precisely the right proportions to neutralize it completely.
The previous treatment had probably only removed part of the poison.
This relapse had struck with a vengeance and clearly threatened to kill him outright!
Before Song Ning could finish a glass of water, Han Xiao had already returned to report.
"The toxicology lab still has samples! All their experts are at their posts, working overtime to develop an antidote! But they can't guarantee when it'll be ready! Meanwhile, the intelligence team is going through all the documents seized at the base to see if they can find the formula! Regiment Commander Lei said he'd try squeezing more information out of the captured foreign experts! The question is whether he can... hold on that long!"
Song Ning shook her head.
"He can't! Conventional treatments for poisoning don't work on him! Without an analyzer, medical skill alone can't treat a synthetic neurotoxin like this! Without the specific antidote, we're essentially helpless! Acupuncture can only keep his vital functions going and buy him time! And not much time, either!"
Just then, Xiong Gang pushed open the door, carrying several mess tins in a net bag.
"I went to the canteen and asked the head chef to make some noodles! Eat them while they're hot! We'll probably be up all night!"
Song Ning was already ravenous, too, and they gathered around the stove to eat.
Xiong Gang and Han Xiao went out together with the empty mess tins.
Gu Zheng fetched a military greatcoat and