The old lady walked over, felt his pulse, and her brows knitted tighter than before.
She turned to look at Lin Zishuang, "Shuang'er, bring out my silver needles."
Lin Zishuang nodded and then brought out a set of silver needles from the room.
The old lady took Zhuo Junyue's hand, pricked him with a silver needle, and pressed down to let a drop of blood fall into the emerald-green jade bowl.
As soon as the blood touched the bowl, it turned black.
The old lady sighed softly, her complexion looking rather ominous.
"Grandma, how is it? Can the poison be cured?"
"The poison affecting Junyue is called Soul Snatching Poison. This poison is very overbearing; without the antidote, one will bleed from all seven orifices and die within forty-nine days. I've felt his pulse, and no doubt you have tried your best to sustain him until now, which is no easy feat."
