Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1577: The Poison is Hard to Cure

Chapter 1577: Chapter 1577: The Poison is Hard to Cure

Second-grade alchemists have already reached their limit, not even considering fourth-grade Healing Pills.

These days, the medicine refiners in the camp have also tried to refine them, but not a single one has succeeded, and he is very frustrated.

“I’ll go after dinner,” An Jiuyue said.

One day later, within Camp Xiang Yang.

An Jiuyue did not return to Battle Cloud Camp but went directly to Camp Xiang Yang.

“An Jiuyue, you’re here? Qian Jiyun…”

Upon seeing her, Zhan Beiye hurried over, his gaze s.h.i.+fted past her, looking for Qian Jiyun, and casually asked when he did not see him.

“He can’t come for now.”

An Jiuyue replied while looking at Xiang Qiyan in bed.

“How is he? Let me take a look.”

Zhan Beiye nodded his head slightly.

One could guess that the situation over there must be very tricky, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been unable to come.

But as long as An Jiuyue was there, it should be fine.

“The Healing Pills couldn’t be refined and it’s still the same,” said Zhan Beiye, as he followed her gaze towards the man on the bed and sighed softly.

To this day, he still didn’t know what had happened to Xiang Qiyan in the Feather Abyss Plane. Xiang Qiyan had been unconscious all the time, and his injury hadn’t improved a bit.

Qian Jiyun did not reply, but just sat by the bed and took Xiang Qiyan’s pulse.

As soon as her hand touched Xiang Qiyan’s wrist, she instinctively frowned, disbelief in her eyes as she looked at his face.

“Internal injuries are treatable, only…”

After a while, she placed Xiang Qiyan’s hand back under the covers and took a deep breath.

“Only what?” Zhan Beiye immediately pressed, eager to find a solution regardless of the problem.

“Only the poison isn’t easy to cure,” An Jiuyue said.

“What?!”

Even with Zhan Beiye’s composure, he hadn’t expected that Xiang Qiyan would have been poisoned.

In this period, he had invited numerous pharmacists, but not one had discovered that Xiang Qiyan had been poisoned.

“An Jiuyue, do you mean that the reason his internal injury has not healed for so long is because of the poison?”

“Yes,” An Jiuyue replied softly.

“It turns out to be the case!” Zhan Beiye clenched one hand into a fist, pounding it into the palm of his other hand.

He had thought that no matter how severe the internal injury, a plethora of medicinal pills should have some effect, right? Even if it’s a second-grade healing pill, if it couldn’t cure it, at least it shouldn’t worsen the injury, should it?

But Xiang Qiyan’s internal injury was getting worse and worse.

“Are your antidote pills useless?” he asked An Jiuyue.

He knew about her antidote pills, that they could cure all the poisons they had encountered. Could they be ineffective against the poison in Xiang Qiyan’s body?

“Useless.”

An Jiuyue shook her head.

“This is a special kind of poison called Severed Sorrow, refined from ninety-nine different poisons. The Detoxification Medicine is also refined from these ninety-nine poisons, but refining the antidote is thousands of times more complicated than refining the poison.”

She didn’t understand what Xiang Qiyan had experienced in his own plane to be afflicted with Severed Sorrow Poison.

“Recently, has anyone acted against him?”

“No.”

Zhan Beiye shook his head to indicate there had been no such incident.

Ever since he found out about Xiang Qiyan’s injury, he rushed over, staying in Camp Xiang Yang, and hadn’t noticed anyone acting against Xiang Qiyan.

“Then it wasn’t his own people who did it. Was it caused by the warfare, or was it the work of a spy?”