"So decisive, cutting off her leg the moment it was splattered with strong acidic venom?"
Ye Hanjun remarked, casually picking up a wooden stick from the table.
The stick was only as thick as a finger and as long as a chopstick.
Using it to gently lift a piece of dressing, he could carefully observe the changes in the wound.
"It's a pity that we were still a step too late, some scattered venom splashed onto other parts of her skin."
"Just a tiny bit, yet it turned into her death sentence?"
"You have sharp eyes."
Qin Hou's serious face seemed capable of dripping water:
"Our village chief went up the mountain yesterday, if he could find an antidote in the form of spiritual medicine, it might give this child a chance to live."
"But he has not returned yet, if you are able to alleviate, delay, or treat... our entire village will remember this kindness, and provide you with as much assistance as we can."
Ye Hanjun shook his head:
