"Enough," I said quietly, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "You want to settle this grudge? Then settle it with me."
Du Kongqing spun around, his eyes widening as he saw me standing behind him. "Impossible. How did you move so fast?"
I walked slowly toward the fallen doctors, my expression calm despite the chaos around us. "Using poison against innocent people isn't the mark of a true physician."
"Don't lecture me about medicine," Du Kongqing snarled. "Everything you know was stolen from me."
"Was it?" I asked, kneeling beside Dr. Finch. "Then you should recognize this technique."
Without another word, I began examining the symptoms. The poison was indeed sophisticated, targeting the nervous system while gradually shutting down respiratory function. But it wasn't unfamiliar.
I placed my fingers on Dr. Finch's wrist, feeling for his pulse. The rhythm was erratic but detectable. Next, I checked his pupils. They were dilated but still responsive to light.
