Miguel could hardly believe his eyes as he looked up at Yolanda. It was painfully clear that Yolanda's concoction had no toxins in it, so why would it…
"You claim to dabble with medicine half your life, yet you don't know that these three herbs counteract with each other?" Yolanda sighed as she shook her head.
"I thought you had some skills. It seems like I've overestimated you."
"I-Impossible! They won't counteract with each other when they're p-put together!"
Miguel felt the pain in his chest worsen. "You must have done something else to it!" he shouted.
"You've only judged them through their temperament that they wouldn't counteract each other, but you don't remember that they would release toxins when added together in high heat? This is also a way the medicinal ingredients could counteract each other."
Yolanda looked at Miguel pitifully. "It's fine, you won't get it. When added together in high heat…"
"High heat—" Miguel was sweating profusely as he mumbled. His eyes bulged even more out of nowhere like he was suddenly reminded of something.
He didn't think that he would fall victim to a little brat in the later years of life despite his dabbling with poison for half of his existence.
At that moment, he didn't have time to consider whether the medicinal ingredients counteracted each other. The pain in his chest was radiating. He needed to counter the poison, fast.
"Dr. Pattinson!"
On the other side, the younger doctor was still waiting for Miguel to save Drake. However, Miguel couldn't even care for himself then, so he didn't have time for anyone else.
Miguel crawled painfully to the detoxifying medical ingredients he had prepared earlier and started preparing them. But he didn't have any idea about the poison in him, so he had hastily prepared two kinds of antidotes and downed them, but they didn't do anything.
Miguel started panicking. The ladle he held in his hand was trembling. He finally made his third antidote.
He downed the third antidote hopefully, but still saw no effects.
When the crowd saw Miguel, they were dumbfounded. If they had to predict the future 20 minutes ago, they would have never expected this to happen at all.
Yolanda, on the other side of the table, was still fine and dandy.
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