"AH, how dare you Treat me like this!"
The man in the windbreaker was very angry. His eyes were red. "You will regret it. You will definitely... Ah, what did you give me?"
Qin Yiyi's voice was calm.
"The antidote. Oh, that's not right. I was looking for the antidote on you. Eh, looking at your eyes, isn't this one?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Let's try the next one."
She rummaged through the bottles and jars. In the end, she seemed to have randomly picked up a ceramic bottle the size of a baby's fist. Without looking carefully, she pulled out the cork and placed it next to the man's mouth, "This smell is okay. Take this. This is 80% of the antidote."
"But it's nothing. Let's continue later..."
"Take it away, take it away. I'll tell you what you want to ask. Don't give me that medicine. Don't!"
He didn't have the antidote!
