THE LEGEND SHE DIVORCED

THE NINE VEINS VENOM

Elias walked to the slab where the old man lay motionless. His eyes, trained sharper than any advanced cutting-edge technology with ancient technique that most people had forgotten assessed him keenly.

Silence fell over the room except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor displaying analysis that suggested life was hanging on a very slim thread that made snapping so-soon inevitable.

Dr. Greg watched Elias with arms folded across his chest, his smirk sharp. He chuckled softly, shaking his head and waiting for the moment Elias would eventually humiliate himself.

Bianca stood in a straight posture, her eyes never blinking from Elias.

The old man's breathing was slow— too slow that suggested whatever was going on through his body was diminishing his heart function, his face paled as though somehow in his paralyzed state, he was in the land of ghosts.

Elias pressed two fingers on his neck to feel his pulse. His eyes narrowed, his expression cracking in genuine surprise.

Dr. Greg immediately let out a low and Sharp laughter misunderstood his expression shift.

"I told you this man is an incompetence! He's a blockhead—"

"Shut up!" Bianca's voice cut him off instantly, her voice controlled despite. Dr. Greg blinked in shock. It hurts to hear the woman he was head over heel shout at her for a nobody. His jaw clenched tight, his heart further darkening with hatred towards Elias. He can't wait to see him humiliated.

"Nine veins poison." Elias' voice broke the silence. "Your grandfather was poisoned. It's at the critical stage. In less than five hours, his death is inevitable. It's only by sheer luck he's still alive till this moment." His statement was a matter-of-fact.

Dr. Greg burst into laughter that made him double over.

"Hehehe..and who are you supposed to be? God? The freaking construction worker nobody is actual speaking like he knows what he's doing." He turned to Bianca. "Of course he does. He's trying to scam you!"

He continued.

"Nine veins Poison? That sounds like a made up, Elias. I give you that— you're quite talented." He snorted. "I have done every test, given everything treatment, but the old man didn't move. You walk in here and tell me Poison causes Paralysis? Hehe..."

He turned to Bianca Morreti as he continued for her admonition.

"...Ms. Bianca, you might be unaware but I'll tell you because I care about you and your grandfather's wellbeing. There are no medical standards that proved a competent doctor can make precise diagnosis with by just physical contact!"

Bianca Morreti fell silence. Dr. Greg was trying to prove point that sounded convincing. What if Elias wasn't the man she thought he was? Maybe he's just quack who jumped at the opportunity to scam her or get close to her.

"If not for your dumbness and lack of insight, you could have detected it. But you rely completely on computer instead of using your sense." Elias simply said with a casual tone like he never just slapped Dr. Greg's face hypothetically and shattered his flaunts of competence.

"How dare you..." His fist curled at the side.

"Please Elais.. since you know what is wrong with my grandfather, can you save him." Ms. Bianca held Elias sleeve, pleading with desperation burning in her throat. That gesture alone sparked jealousy mixed with anger inside of Greg.

"Nine Veins Poison is the most dangerous Poison ever heard of. In early stage, it makes the body numb. In the critical stage, the meridian got attacked, the body paralyzed, and it treatment is delayed, the worst happens. Death."

Elias said smoothly like he'd done this job before. Dr. Greg and his medical escort were stunned by the way he was speaking about medicine making their experience look like it was amateur.

Sweats had started forming on Dr. Greg's temple. He was beginning to think he'd underestimated Elias, and how the heck did he know so much?!!

"The only cure is the Nine heaven Purification Elixir. It comprises Three Herbs;

The heaven jade ginseng.

The golden lotus blossom.

And the nine-leaf Spirit orchid.

"They're rare plants but it's possible to get. For the main time, I'll make your grandfather wake before we get the plants for the permanent treatment."

Dr. Greg's mouth parted. He couldn't speak. He wasn't looking at Elias as the worthless trash again even though he had little idea about what he'd just said, but the way he said everything confidently was astonishing and he began to fear.

"My family has a Medicinal plant Store. I should be able to get it from there." She pulled out her phone, dailing a contact while Elias pulled out a small purse from his coat, the Polish faded with by time and touch. He opened it. Inside, nine clean silver needles caught the light.

With quick yet precise movement, the needles found perfect spots on the old man acupoints, the last one went to the sole of his feet.

One of the Dr. Greg's team gasped in shock.

"Isn't... isn't the ancient Venom purge meridian method? Oh my God! How did he know it?

Dr. Greg looks like a fool now. He knew Elias was doing great but he didn't know how great.

The nine spots where the needles pierced began to swell slowly and suddenly black blood poured out from the old man's feet.

The room gasped.

Dr. Greg's face went pale in shock and disbelief.

"What is happening??"

Elais stayed calm. He simply collected a small container from the nearest slab and allowed the blood drip inside.

Then suddenly, the monitor started screaming in urgent beats. The old man's chest jerked up violently. The room panicked except Elias who simply watched the old man with a calm expression.

"Holy shit!" Dr. Greg gasped, snapping back into composure. "I told you this is bullshit! This man is incompetent!!"

He dashed to the slab, grabbed a syringe to inject the man.

"Don't!" Elais commanded. "Or he's going to die!"

Dr. Greg spun to him angrily. "Are you mad! You're killing the old man already you peice of shit!"

Elias didn't react.

"You'll eat back your insults, Greg. " He said simply, his voice maddeningly calm despite the chaos around him.

At that moment, the man stopped shaking. The room went still. All eyes turned to the bed to know what was happening. All Greg could think of was— the old man in dead but surprisingly, tired voice came from the bed.

"Bianca... where am I?"

"Grandfather?!" Bianca rushed to the bed.

The syringe slipped from Greg's hand.