Almost to the point where the mere mention of poison would change one’s expression!
Chai Ling’s body couldn’t help trembling, the bowl in her hands fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, the pitch-black medicinal juice splattering everywhere.
However, during the process of the bowl shattering, some scalding droplets still splashed onto He Tiantian and Chai Ling’s bodies, on their feet.
He Tiantian sucked in a breath of cool air, tch, just some droplets and it hurt so much.
If it had been a whole bowl, all pouring into the mouth, the throat would have really been scalded to the point of smoking.
Fortunately, she had stopped it in time, otherwise, she would have suffered a torturous torment.
"Old Witch, I, I’m going to fight you to the death!"
Chai Ling was a mix of fear and resentment, the hatred in her heart making her momentarily lose her reason.
She picked up a dagger that had been dropped on the ground, uh-huh, it was with this that she had carved wound after wound on the original owner of the body.
But before Chai Ling could even raise the dagger towards He Tiantian’s throat, she felt her legs go weak, her consciousness blur, and then—
Chai Ling fell to the ground, just two steps away from He Tiantian.
He Tiantian clenched her teeth hard, bracing against the pain in her body, mustered all her strength, and sat up with difficulty.
She reached out and tossed aside all the poisonous snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and other poisonous insects that were wrapped around her.
Then, she swiftly took her own pulse.
This body was not very healthy, already harboring many toxins.
Just now Chai Ling had slashed her with a dozen or more cuts, losing quite a bit of blood.
And then there were the toxins from those poisonous insects... If He Tiantian didn’t act quickly, this body was really going to be done for!
In the previous Martial World, she had learned the secrets of detoxification and poison-making.
For the complicated toxins in this body, she indeed had a temporary remedy.
Chai Ling had also mentioned that there was a Ghost Doctor Sai Yan King here.
Having "Doctor" in the name, whether he was a god or a ghost, there ought to be medicinal herbs.
He Tiantian had also not missed, just now Chai Ling had brought out a bowl of steaming poison from a place resembling a medicine house.
That place, there should be medicinal herbs!
With this thought in mind, He Tiantian dared not delay any longer, she adjusted her breathing, propped herself up with her hands, and stood up while biting her teeth.
Then, she stumbled toward the medicine house.
Indeed, upon entering the room, she saw rows and rows of medicine cabinets.
On the neatly arranged small drawers, the corresponding herbs were labeled.
He Tiantian was all too familiar, having studied medicine in the urban channel dramas, and researched poisons in the first Martial World—she was extremely familiar with medicinal herbs.
Mentioning the previous Martial World, He Tiantian couldn’t help but wryly smile:
Last time she had used anesthesia to tend to the injured Kang Shenxing, this time, she had used the same method to temporarily anesthetize Chai Ling!
In the Martial World with a higher degree of danger, anesthesia came in really handy.
He Tiantian let her thoughts wander for a moment but quickly came back to her senses—now was not the time to rant about these things, she still had to mix up some medicine for herself as soon as possible.
Besides the detoxifying potion, there were also medicines for treating external injuries.
The intermittent pain from her body, as well as the bloodstains drying on her face, were all reminders to He Tiantian of how disheveled she was at this moment.
Based on her pulse and the true reactions of her body, He Tiantian already had a prescription in mind for the medicinal concoction.
She pulled out a sheet of white paper, placed it on the table, and then started to pull open drawers and gather herbs.
He Tiantian’s movements were quick and precise, her hands steady and decisive.
You couldn’t say she was scooping them at random, but the amounts were more or less accurate.
Time was of the essence, she simply had no time to use the medicine scale hanging by the cabinet to measure doses.
After gathering the herbs, He Tiantian hurriedly went over to a small red clay stove.
The stove was still burning, with a sand pot on top that contained half of the remaining medicinal juice.
He Tiantian sniffed, uh-huh, the remains in the sand pot smelled quite similar to the poison Chai Ling had carried out just now.
She took out a clean sand pot from the cabinet next to her, scooped up the herbs with the paper, and poured them all into the sand pot.
Then, following proper proportions, she poured in water.
After doing this, He Tiantian found a rag to pad her hand, took down the sand pot from the stove, and placed her own prepared pot on top.
Orange flames licked the pot’s bottom furiously, the water slowly began to boil, and with the steaming vapor, the rich scent of the herbs gradually spread throughout the medicine house.
While waiting, He Tiantian didn’t sit idle either.
She mixed up some hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medicine for external wounds, ground it into a fine powder with a grinder, and then applied it to the wounds on her body.
Fortunately, Chai Ling, finding it troublesome to turn her over, had only inflicted cuts on the front of this body.
Otherwise, it would have been rather difficult for He Tiantian to apply medicine to herself alone.
She treated the external wounds, wiped her face, and before the medicine was fully cooked, He Tiantian made sure there were no dangers around, then spoke to Student Xiao D, "Transmit the script to me!"
While the effect of Chai Ling’s anesthesia hadn’t worn off, she must find out exactly what situation this novel world was in!