Su Fan knew that if he did not act now to treat him, Zhao Chunqiu would really be at death's door.
Immediately, he said, "Old Zhao, please sit cross-legged. I will help you detoxify."
Zhao Chunqiu initially shook his head, but ultimately let out a sigh and said, "Alright, give it a try."
"I have been poisoned with Tang Tingwei's unique poison. He said that apart from him, even the other members of the Tang sect wouldn't know how to cure it."
"This poison is indeed very potent. On the way back, I constantly felt as if my end was nigh."
As he spoke these words, Su Fan did not respond but instead focused intently on treating Zhao Chunqiu.
His treatment for Zhao Chunqiu relied solely on his own precious blood.
Because Tang Tingwei wasn't lying; even Su Fan couldn't discern what kind of poison Zhao Chunqiu had been afflicted with.
But his precious blood was the bane of the Tang sect that originated from Shu.
