"No… how can he be poisoned?" Lin Ze asked, feeling extremely bewildered. Meng Xing doesn't look like he was poisoned at all!
"Why are you asking me?" old Ji frowned. "Ask your friend! I don't even know what kind of poison it was…" he said and shook his head.
"What did you say?" Lin Ze sharply turned to look at old Ji.
"I said, I don't know what kind of poison it was." Old Ji said as he prepared the medicine to relieve the fever for Meng Xing. "This poison is extremely strange… you didn't notice it?" he looked at Lin Ze.
Lin Ze shook his head. "If I did, would I be surprised by what you said?" he asked back.
Old Ji clicked his tongue. "Anyway, all I could deduce is that your friend took lots of this poison." He spoke. "But, for you to not notice it, I guess that – " he turned to Lin Ze. " – your friend supposed to have died. But, for some reason, he is still alive." He said.
Lin Ze's eyes widened.
