The battle of the century was about to begin.
This was a battle in the name of cultural inheritance.
If James lost, they would have to acknowledge Goryeon Medicine as the true path of medicine.
Jonathan, on the other hand, could make use of this opportunity to spread Goryeo Medicine far and wide.
James needed to win. He had no other choice.
Kevin looked at the participants. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“I’m ready.”
James and Jonathan nodded in unison.
“Three… Two… One… Start!”
Jonathan immediately went rummaging through the herbs with Lucas by his side. They searched for the herbs all the while discussing in a low voice.
There was a wide variety of herbs.
There were endless possibilities when it came to concocting a poison with this many herbs at their disposal.
Jonathan and Lucas wanted to create a deadly poison that was almost impossible to cure.
Meanwhile, James was deliberating in front of the shelves.
He took his time scrutinizing each herb.
Soon after, he analyzed all of them. Now that he was aware of the medicinal properties of each herb, he knew what to do. He began choosing his herbs.
Then, he concocted the poison.
An hour soon passed.
“Time’s up. Please stop.”
Kevin announced.
The crowd was at the edge of their seats.
The time was up. Did they successfully make their respective poisons?
James and Jonathan stopped what they were doing.
Kevin then delivered further instructions, “You may now concoct your antidotes.”
Jonathan stepped forward. “I’m sorry. There’s no cure for my poison, so I’m incapable of making one. Not only that, the poison I concocted is incredibly lethal. The toxins will spread throughout the body and kill the person who consumed it in three minutes."
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