The wet nurse was temporarily moved aside.
The physician wore a grave expression. Holding a silver needle, he gently pricked her fingertip, letting beads of crimson blood fall into a pristine porcelain bowl. He then began to test various antidotes one by one, dripping herbal extracts into the blood and scrutinizing the changes, desperate to find the key to neutralizing the toxin. Although time-consuming, this was the safest approach to ensure an effective cure without aggravating the poisoning.
Watching the two infants’ little faces turn blue and purple as they struggled for breath, Bai Wutong felt as though her heart were being pierced by thousands of needles; the pain was nearly unbearable. Consumed by anxiety, she hurried to the nurse's side and, without hesitation, took some of the woman’s blood to sniff. However, she detected only the metallic scent of blood, with no trace of anything abnormal. Her typically keen nose had failed to detect a single sign of poison.
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