The power of that poison was something he was all too aware of.
Even the research institute, which gathered so many renowned doctors from around the world, had not been able to develop an antidote.
So far, the best they could do was to control the toxicity.
Looking at Zhuo Junyue's condition, it was clear that he had been detoxified.
But just how was the poison cured? Ouyang Hao was indeed very curious to find out.
He walked up to them, "Mr. Zhuo, Mrs. Zhuo, good day to you."
"Sit."
Ouyang Hao respectfully took a seat across from them; facing Zhuo Junyue, he always felt an imposing pressure from someone of a higher status.
This man, even when afflicted with the poison, was still not to be taken lightly.
He thought that the only person who could save Nuannuan was him.
"Mr. Zhuo, has your poison been cured?"
Ouyang Hao was still puzzled. As a doctor, he really wanted to know how the poison had been cured.
