When Mo Zhu heard this, her eyes darkened. Her heart ached as she looked at Huo Xuan, who was lying quietly on the bed. Then, she quickly walked to the bed and raised her hand to feel the man's pulse.
Half a minute later, seeing Mo Zhu frown slightly, Mo Jiu asked nervously, "Ms. Mo, what medicine was used on Young Master?"
Mo Zhu glanced at Mo Jiu coldly and looked up. "Medicine? He's poisoned!"
Mo Jiu touched his chin and continued in confusion, "That shouldn't be the case, Ms. Mo. When I arrived here just now, I took a tube of Young Master's blood and did a simple test. The results showed that there was no poison in Young Master's blood."
As if he was afraid that Mo Zhu wouldn't believe him, Mo Jiu raised his finger and pointed at a small testing machine placed on the desk not far away.
