Seeing Cheng Beilin and Du Haoran's reactions, Brother Qi ground his teeth in frustration. But then he remembered what Su Qing had said—that even if he went to the hospital, the doctors wouldn't be able to detect the poison. Suddenly, he felt like Su Qing was just bluffing.
'Hmph, does she think I'm that easy to fool?'
Brother Qi snorted coldly and said through clenched teeth, "You damned girl, you're lying to me, aren't you? What kind of poison can't be detected by a doctor?"
"You don't believe me?" Su Qing raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on her face as she looked at Brother Qi. She untied the ropes binding him and said, "Go on, press your sides, around your ribs. See if it feels like you're being pricked with needles. And your chest—press it lightly. See if it feels numb and wooden."
'Besides, I'm here. It doesn't matter whether this Brother Qi is tied up or not; he won't be trying any tricks.'
