Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Does that mean as long as it's eaten within half an hour, it doesn't matter what kind of food it is?" Wu Yuan suddenly interjected.

Wenren Ming paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes, it'll still be useful even if the water is boiled. Wait a minute..."

He placed his hand on Yun Fengming's wrist, but quickly let go this time: "Could it be that someone transported the Frost Poison to Yangcheng, then boiled it to make tea or something and fed it to him?"

He had been wondering about this. He should have died long ago from the poison of the Frostbite, but judging from his pulse, it was more serious than the Frostbite Powder but less serious than the Frostbite Poison. Perhaps the potency of the medicine was reduced during the process of turning it into boiling water.

Wenren Ming became extremely interested, as there was very little information about the Frost Poison in the medical records of Ghost Doctor Valley.

"Does the renowned physician Wenren mean that everything I ingest could be poison?"

"The poison of ice is odorless, just like water. Before it melts, it is pale blue, but when it is steeped in tea or added to desserts, it becomes colorless."

Yunfeng's face, beaded with sweat and veins bulging, said, "I wonder who my Yun family has offended to attempt to harm my son so openly. Doctor Wenren, do you have a way to detoxify him?"

"Not at the moment."

"What?" Yunfeng was shocked. If Ghost Doctor Valley didn't have a way to detoxify, who in the world could?

"There is an antidote for the Poison Sect's Frost Powder, but the toxicity of Frost Powder is only one percent of that of Frost Poison. I'm not sure if the antidote can suppress it even slightly."

Yunfeng had reached the point of desperation: "I'll immediately send someone to invite the Poison Sect over, or buy some antidote."

Because of the symptom of being afraid of the cold, they initially suspected it might be the Cold Ice Powder, but the disciples of the Poison Sect came and said it wasn't, and several famous doctors in the martial arts world also said it wasn't. He thought that his senior brother and his family had some connections with the Poison Sect, so they wouldn't harm his son.

"No need, I can prepare the antidote for the Frost Powder. You just need to get some Crimson Flame Grass."

"That's not difficult. We have them at home. I'll ask Physician Wenren to go to the storeroom and see what medicinal herbs we're missing. I'll have someone buy them right away."

"Um."

Yun Fengming, lying on the bed, asked, "What will happen to me if there's no antidote?"

Wenren Ming glanced at his father and said calmly, "They'll freeze to death. It's said that ice will start forming from their bones."

Yun Fengming's face turned even paler, and Yun Feng's face twitched.

"Perhaps finding the person who poisoned us will lead to an antidote sooner," Wenren Ming suggested. He was eager to study this icy poison, but he had to be mindful of Yun Fengming's identity and couldn't just test the medicine on him.

"How incredibly powerful must this person be to bring ice blocks all the way to Yangcheng unharmed?" Yunfeng said through gritted teeth, implying how difficult it must be to find such a person.

Wu Yuan said calmly, "If it's just about bringing out the ice, that's not difficult."

"What?"

"Oh? Xin'er, tell me." Wenren Ming stood between Yunfeng and Ningxin. This old man cared too much about his son, and the aura he exuded was too strong.

"Do you use ice in the summer?" Wu Yuan asked.

The Yun family members shook their heads. Martial artists are physically strong and also pay attention to training in accordance with the seasons. Therefore, they adapt to cold and heat on their own and do not use ice. Most importantly, the current generation of the Yun family does not have much of a desire to truly enjoy life.

Wenren Ming nodded: "Yes, the ice in Ghost Doctor Valley is stored in cellars every winter. You mean the poisoner used a lot of ice to wrap the icy poison?"

How far is Yangcheng from the nearest place with ice that has remained frozen for a century?

Yun Fengming: "A thousand miles away."

Wenren Ming nodded: "That's right, such a long distance, how much ice must have been supplied along the way? Did they rush here at top speed after the onset of winter?"

Yun Fengming: "I felt this year was colder than usual right from the start of winter."

Wu Yuan slowly waved her folding fan, and behind the swaying gauze, the girl calmly spoke: "Storing ice is only one way to use ice in the summer. There is another mineral that can be used to make ice."

The Yun father and son were at a loss, but Wenren Ming, who was knowledgeable and experienced, immediately thought of something: "More than ten years ago, my father took me to the capital to treat a prince. I did hear some things about it, but it is said that the items were rare and very valuable."

"The kind I know is called saltpeter." Wu Yuan briefly explained the process of making ice with saltpeter: "In this way, as long as there is a container to seal the poison of ice, and a wooden bucket filled with water is placed outside, and saltpeter is kept added, the ice inside the container will not melt."

The Yun family father and son's expressions grew even more solemn. This made it even harder to find. Any random carriage with a wooden barrel inside could carry the Frost Poison thousands of miles away.

"Does Xin'er have any thoughts?" Wenren Ming's tone was clearly probing.

"No," Wu Yuan refused decisively. "I just happen to know a few ways to make ice, that's all."

Wenren Ming didn't ask any more questions. Although the Yun family's foundation was weak, he knew that making ice from saltpeter was only among the powerful and wealthy. It was said that this kind of ore was extremely difficult to mine, and in any case, even their Ghost Doctor Valley had no use for it.

Ning Xin is truly a hidden talent!

Wu Yuan's lips curled slightly behind her veil. Was she testing her? Perhaps the more she tested him, the more confused she would become. This Wenren Ming was truly amusing.

The situation reached a stalemate. Wenren Ming went to prepare the medicine, and Wu Yuan, covered in sweat, wanted to change her clothes, so she asked the servants of the Yun family to take her back to the guest courtyard first.

Wenren Ming is quite skilled in medicine. Although Yun Fengming's poison was not completely cured, the onset of the poison was slowed down, so at least he wouldn't have to hug a brazier in the summer.

There is a big tree in the courtyard where they are staying, and Wu Yuan has recently taken a liking to put a deck chair under the shade of the tree.

Wenren Ming returned from outside and sat on the stone bench next to her, smiling, "Xin'er, you've finally decided to rest?"

He had a reason for saying that; Ning Xin was working too hard, spending all her time practicing martial arts except for eating and sleeping.

"There always has to be a time to slow down, right?"

"Why is Xin'er studying so hard?"

"There are people who must be killed."

"An enemy?"

"Um."

The original owner's enemy

With her current strength, living a comfortable life wouldn't be difficult, but taking revenge on her enemies would be extremely difficult.

"Xin'er is interested in poison?" Wenren Ming looked at the book on the stone table, a basic herbal medicine book, with an open page showing a poisonous herb.

"I'm interested in both medicine and poison."

"For revenge?"

"Half and half," Wu Yuan said, her eyes half-closed. When dealing with the people from Fuhe Manor, she preferred to kill them directly. As for that old pervert and the evil sect that made the medicine, she didn't care what methods they used, especially the evil sect. She was willing to risk bombing them.

Wenren Ming remained silent, sitting quietly to one side, enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon.

His desire to understand Ning Xin now surpasses that of any of his previous women, which is not in line with his usual style.