Chapter 72: Seventy-one, Snakeweed Chapter 72: Seventy-one, Snakeweed Luo Shu rolled her eyes at Lu Hanmo without a word, “You just need to open his wound, let out the poisoned blood, and sprinkle some medicine powder on it.” Although she could heal with Spiritual Spring and only a drop would be enough, she wouldn’t be so extravagant. Spiritual Spring was her secret, and unless it was someone really important to her, she would never abuse it.
Lu Hanmo’s movements were very deft, and before long, he had managed the middle-aged man’s wound as Luo Shu had instructed.
“Thank you! Thank you both!” The middle-aged man kept thanking them. Although the wound still hurt, the poison in his leg had been squeezed out, the swelling had mostly subsided, and he no longer felt the swollen pain as before. It seemed his life was saved.
Luo Shu handed him an anti-inflammatory pill, “Take this, rest a bit, and you’ll be fine.” The pill had anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving effects, and it wouldn’t take long before he no longer felt any pain. He would have no problem walking down the mountain by himself.
“Thank you!” The middle-aged man gratefully received the medication, grabbed a water bottle brought by his Guard, opened it to take a gulp, and swallowed the pill.
“Are you a villager here?” Luo Shu asked after he put down the water bottle.
“Yes, I’m a villager from Siyang Village at the foot of the mountain. My name is Li Er. I came up the mountain to look for some wild products, but I got bitten by a snake. If it weren’t for you two, I…” Remembering what happened earlier, Li Er still felt a lingering fear. If Luo Shu and the others hadn’t happened to appear, he would have died here.
Luo Shu waved her hand dismissively, “Does anyone in your village have a phone?” She really wanted to make a quick call home to let her family know she was safe.
“The village chief has one. Once we go down the mountain, I’ll take you there,” said Li Er. He was somewhat related to the village chief’s family, but since his own family was poor, he seldom interacted with the chief’s family. However, borrowing a phone should not be a problem.
Luo Shu smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Lu Hanmo, who was squatting on the ground examining something.
With a smile on her lips, Luo Shu approached him, “What are you looking at?”
“Shushu, do you recognize this grass?” Lu Hanmo pointed to a red grass on the ground and asked.
Luo Shu squatted in front of Lu Hanmo, carefully looked at the grass he was talking about, and thought for a moment, “This should be Snakeweed. It doesn’t have much medicinal value, but it’s very good for snakes. It’s just not fully mature yet.” She wondered if it would benefit Little Green Snake?
“No wonder there are snakes here,” said Li Er, suddenly realizing.
“Brother Lu, lend me your dagger,” Luo Shu asked, reaching out.
“I’ll dig it,” said Lu Hanmo, pulling out his dagger and beginning to dig.
Just as Lu Hanmo was about to give the dug-up Snakeweed to Luo Shu, a black shadow shot out from under the leaves of a nearby tree and streaked toward Lu Hanmo’s hand like lightning.
“Watch out!” Luo Shu yelled out upon seeing this.
Lu Hanmo reacted quickly; as the shadow neared, his dagger changed direction, and with a flash of cold light, the black shadow was cut in half and fell to the ground, still wriggling stubbornly.
“That’s the snake that bit me,” Li Er recognized the snake with one glance. He didn’t expect the snake to still be around, so close to him. Had it bitten him again just now, would he still be alive? Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Li Er’s back.
Luo Shu took the Snakeweed handed over by Lu Hanmo and put it in her pocket, “It’s about time we head down the mountain.”
“Mm!” Lu Hanmo agreed with a nod.
Li Er stood up from the ground, glanced fearfully at the still-twisting snake, and said, “Right, let’s go quickly.” He didn’t dare stay here any longer; another snake bite, and he might really die.
The three walked down the winding mountain road, and in just over an hour, they had reached the foot of the mountain.
Looking at the village now close at hand, Li Er finally breathed a sigh of relief. He silently swore never to go up the mountain again, even if it meant starving.
Suddenly, he remembered his injured leg. All the way down, he’d been focused on descending quickly and had forgotten he was wounded.
He looked at his leg and stamped it forcefully, expressing confusion, “Strange, why doesn’t it hurt at all?” Could it be that his leg was already healed?
“It’ll hurt once the medicine wears off,” said Luo Shu with a smile.
“Oh, then let’s go to the village chief’s house quickly,” Li Er said, fearing the medicine’s effects would wear off and affect Luo Shu and her companion. He hurried toward the village chief’s house.