"Can you cure my illness?"
Lord Huang was suddenly taken aback, a gleam of hope appeared in his eyes, infused with the taste of life.
In the current situation, death was looming close, and he had chosen to calmly accept this fact.
However, this attitude didn't mean he was indifferent to life and death.
On the contrary, if there was a chance to continue living, he would undoubtedly grasp it tightly.
"Lord Huang! Don't listen to this brat's nonsense!"
Huang Ying pointed at Qin Hao in anger, "This little punk is notoriously boastful out there, you can't trust a word he says!"
"Oh really?" Lord Huang's voice gradually calmed down.
Upon careful thought, it made sense.
He was poisoned by a concoction of various toxins brewed by his enemy.
Now, his body harbored dozens of toxins.
Each one was deadly enough.
And the reason he was still alive was thanks to the detoxification techniques that the Huang Family depended on for survival.
