Su Ye stood before the stretcher, looking at Yang Xuan.
His lips were swollen like sausages. There were multiple signs of decay on his face, arms, and chest.
The outer flesh had rotted away, revealing the bloody tissue beneath.
Yang Xuan was unconscious, his breathing faint. It was as if he could only inhale but not exhale.
By the looks of it, he already had one foot in the grave.
Su Ye knelt down and carefully examined him.
Then, she counted the days.
"It's been five or six days, hasn't it?"
After speaking, she raised an eyebrow.
"This poison... it's not bad."
Bai Xin couldn't help but ask,
"Can he still be saved?"
Su Ye nodded.
"He can be saved."
With that, she said,
"Bring me a bowl with some clean water."
The Yang Family Master gestured to a servant.
Soon, someone brought a bowl of clean water to Su Ye.
Su Ye stared at the bowl for a moment.
Suddenly, with a twitch of her fingers, a deep purple vine appeared shyly in her hand.
