Soyeon was on her feet before she consciously decided to move.
"Take me there," she ordered. "Now."
~
The kitchen was chaos.
Servants clustered around a man collapsed on the floor, his mouth flecked with blood, his body convulsing. The head physician, an elderly man in elaborate robes, was frantically checking the man's pulse while younger assistants hovered uselessly.
Soyeon pushed through the crowd.
"Move," she snapped. "Move!"
She dropped to her knees beside the patient. One look told her everything she needed to know.
Arsenious poisoning. Classic symptoms, vomiting, bloody saliva, abdominal cramping. If he had ingested it within the last few hours, there might still be time.
"Get me activated charcoal," she barked. "If you don't have that, bring me burnt wood, fully carbonized, ground to powder. Now! And clean water, boiled, cooled. Large quantity. And—" She looked around wildly. "Milk! Do you have fresh milk?"
The servants stared at her.
"NOW!" she shouted.
