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It seemed that the Heavenly Snow Lotus could only offer a temporary antidote to Qing Frost's poison.
An Yiqing let out a soft sigh, sitting in the chair, staring blankly at Ming Yuan's heart. It seemed that her medical arts were not yet perfected, which was why she couldn't even cure her own family's poisoning. This time, Ming Yuan was lucky; there was still hope for recovery. But what about next time? What if it were her own family members?
An Yiqing felt somewhat defeated and gained a new understanding of her medical skills.
There were higher heavens beyond the skies, and people beyond people in the world. With countless strange poisons in existence, she needed to accelerate her learning of new knowledge.
When Ye Chenghong and the others woke up, it was already past eleven in the afternoon. An Yiqing had lunch with them.
"By the way, Master, I need a few people." An Yiqing talked as she ate.
