Er Zhu scooped up Zhao Qian, and with a flash of light in his eyes, he saw the wound on her chest.
The wound was not large, but it was deep. The bandage was already soaked with blood, and it was still slowly flowing!
"Boss, what's wrong? Do you need my help?"
Wu Feng, who had just gotten out of the car, saw Er Zhu carrying Zhao Qian into the house and asked curiously. To his surprise, Er Zhu completely ignored him.
Watching the two enter the house, Wu Feng was confused. But then he remembered the pained look on the woman in his boss's arms and followed them.
He had thought his boss was carrying a woman into the house for some intimate fun. Now it seemed that wasn't the case.
"Boss, I can handle this. I've been fighting on the front lines for years; I'm good at treating wounds."
Just as Er Zhu was about to examine Zhao Qian's wound, Wu Feng rushed over, speaking as he carefully observed Zhao Qian.
In his opinion, Er Zhu was just a wealthy businessman who wouldn't know how to handle such matters. He didn't realize that Er Zhu not only could handle it but could do so more perfectly than him!
"Let me handle it. There's poison on her wound; you won't be able to cure it."
Wu Feng saw the blood seeping from Zhao Qian's chest. Just as he was about to unbutton her clothes, he heard Er Zhu say these words.
"Hmm?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Feng's eyes. He stared intently at Er Zhu, not reacting for a long time.
He had been examining her for so long and had only just discovered the woman's wound. Yet, his boss had already known about it!
Considering that his boss had only been at the doorway for two to three minutes, and the blood from the wound had only just started to seep out!
Could the boss have X-ray vision!
Wu Feng opened his mouth to ask, but seeing Er Zhu's expressionless face, he didn't dare.
Er Zhu paid him no mind. After removing Zhao Qian's clothes, he saw the soaked bandage.
Looking at the bandage, which was almost entirely saturated with blood, Wu Feng's eyes widened in shock!
This was no minor injury. If it had been any later, she might have bled to death!
"Good heavens, is this Datura poison?"
Sniffing the scent of Datura flowers in the air and looking at the black blood flowing from the wound, Wu Feng's eyes widened even further!
Datura poison was an ancient and potent toxin, rumored to be incurable!
"Yes, it is indeed Datura," Er Zhu nodded lightly, producing a silver needle as he spoke.
This silver needle was specially made, thinner than ordinary ones, and surrounded by true qi!
"Boss, this poison is incurable. We should prepare for the worst."
Just as Er Zhu was about to insert the needle, Wu Feng grabbed his hand and shook his head regretfully.
Although saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, doing anything more for an incurable poison would be futile.
Furthermore, the person trying to save her was a businessman who didn't understand medicine!
"This poison can be cured. A single silver needle is enough."
Er Zhu shook his head slightly, brushed away Wu Feng's hand, and calmly inserted the silver needle into Zhao Qian's chest.
Datura poison, while incurable to the world, was a mere trifle to him.
In fact, he wouldn't even need the silver needle. A bit of true qi would be enough to heal Zhao Qian instantly!
However, with Wu Feng present, he couldn't openly use his true qi, so he had to resort to the silver needle.
"Heh, Boss, you're really something..."
Hearing this, Wu Feng let out a cold laugh. He had intended to mock Er Zhu, but considering his status, he could only say it like this.
He had already said what he needed to say. If his boss wanted to waste his efforts, he couldn't be bothered. As for the woman's life or death, he didn't care either.
Wu Feng sighed and, no longer interested in watching his boss try to save a 'dead person,' turned and walked towards his room.
Er Zhu paid Wu Feng no mind. He gently manipulated the silver needle, and wisps of true qi directly entered Zhao Qian's body.
With a flash of light in Er Zhu's eyes, he immediately saw the scene inside Zhao Qian's chest:
The blackened heart was slowly recovering under the effect of the true qi, albeit slowly.
Er Zhu took a deep breath and infused more true qi. At this point, the true qi had completely surrounded Zhao Qian's heart!
"Ah!"
Zhao Qian cried out in pain, her eyes closed. She had no idea what was happening, only that her chest felt extremely hot!
Zhao Qian reached out and frantically tore at her clothes. What was initially just revealing the wound soon led to her entire top being removed.
Looking at her firm and shapely figure, Er Zhu took a deep breath. He hadn't been thinking of anything else, but Zhao Qian's physique was stunning!
Her skin wasn't fair like Liu Yan or Wang Xiaomei's; it was a healthy wheat color, which was his favorite!
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Just then, Zhao Qian's voice rang out again. As Er Zhu was about to examine the wound, Zhao Qian grabbed his hand!
Warmth flowed from her hand, and Zhao Qian, like someone in mortal danger, clung to the last straw of hope.
Er Zhu intended to pull his hand away, but seeing Zhao Qian's pained expression, he didn't move.
Zhao Qian's eyes remained closed. Numerous images flashed before her, but they were all chaotic and lacked coherence!
In the room, Wu Feng heard the cries and pressed his ear against the door, a look of shock in his eyes.
Not dead yet, and she's even speaking!
Datura poison could kill a person in minutes, yet this woman was still alive!
Wu Feng's eyes darted around. He subconsciously thought it was due to the silver needle, but then he instantly dismissed the idea.
Absolutely impossible!
This potent poison couldn't be cured even by Elder Feng in the capital. It couldn't possibly be undone by a single silver needle!
Although his boss was powerful, it was only in the business world!
After all, he had never heard anyone mention that his boss knew medicine!
*Pfft!*
Just then, Wu Feng heard the sound of spitting blood. He cautiously opened the door crack and saw blood spraying everywhere. Zhao Qian had fainted again!
Seeing this, the shock in Wu Feng's eyes disappeared, and he finally nodded with relief:
He knew it. His boss couldn't save her. She had died in the end, hadn't she?
Wu Feng walked out, lost in his thoughts. At this moment, Er Zhu had already withdrawn his true qi and removed the silver needle from Zhao Qian.
"Boss, should I notify her family, or help her with funeral arrangements?"
Wu Feng rushed over, glanced at Zhao Qian's blood-splattered face, and asked respectfully.
"She's not dead. She'll wake up in five minutes." Er Zhu didn't look at him, picked up Zhao Qian, and headed upstairs.
Dead?
As long as he, Wang Er Zhu, was here, there was no injury he couldn't heal in this world!
Let alone a mere Datura flower!
Hearing this, Wu Feng's heart leaped again. He wanted to say something but didn't dare.
He suddenly realized that Boss Wang wasn't as he had imagined.
This guy was quite good at bragging...