"Ah!" Gao Qian'er, who was picking herbs, suddenly got bitten by a poisonous snake and cried out in alarm, dropping to her knees on the ground.
Wang Hao heard Gao Qian'er's shriek and sprang up with a carp's leap.
"Miss Gao, what's wrong?"
When Wang Hao saw the poisonous snake, still flicking its crimson tongue, ready to attack Gao Qian'er again, he leapt forward, his two fingers like steel pincers, gripping its flattened head tightly.
The poisonous snake struggled fiercely, twisting and turning in an effort to break free from Wang Hao's grip.
Wang Hao's fingers suddenly exerted force, crushing its head.
The headless snake's body convulsed violently in the grass, tumbling and rolling around.
Wang Hao kicked the coiled, headless snake away and asked urgently, "Miss Gao, where were you hurt?"
Gao Qian'er, enduring the pain, said, "On the leg!"
"Where on the leg?" Wang Hao examined Gao Qian'er's calf carefully but could not find any traces of the snakebite.
