Jing Shu demonstrated through her actions that this was her treatment solution—crude, illogical, and without even an explanation.
Everyone: Is this some kind of joke? Just like that?
It seemed Jing Shu was telling everyone that no matter the poison, one sip of her Detoxification medicine would cure any ailment.
The mole hair beneath Cheng Qingzi's lip seemed to tremble. He stared, wide-eyed, speechless for a long moment before finally managing, "We are all academics here. We focus on why such problems occur, how they can be solved, and the ultimate answer derived from that process..."
No wonder the noisy room had fallen utterly silent; most intellectuals had some sense of shame.
It was like a very difficult function problem. Everyone uses several sheets of scratch paper, or fills a blackboard with countless "solutions," "knowns," and "therefores," yet despite lengthy discussions, no one arrives at the answer.
