Shen Fengying pointed to a few other porcelain jars, "These as well?"
Lu Tong handed the oil lamp to Yin Zheng, then walked over to the other jars, lifted their lids, and gestured for Shen Fengying to take a closer look.
In the other jars were scorpions, centipedes, and toads in succession.
Shen Fengying stared at Lu Tong, speechless for a long time before he finally said, "Doctor Lu, are you trying to create a 'gu' poison?"
As a man, even he felt uneasy and short of breath at the sight of these creatures, yet Lu Tong, a delicate young woman, seemed completely unfazed, almost as if she enjoyed dealing with these things.
If he didn't know West Street well enough, Shen Fengying would have doubted whether he had walked into a clinic from the netherworld.
"Lord Shen may not know, but there are seven affections in medicine: solitary, symbiotic, commanding, antagonistic, contrary, and murderous."
