"Son, when were you bitten by the snake?" Liu Changhe sat in front of the hospital bed, holding Fat Tiger's hand with tender affection. After all, he had only this one son.
"Dad, I wasn't bitten by a snake," Fat Tiger said.
Although Fat Tiger was burning with a high fever at the moment, his mind was clear. He didn't remember being bitten by a snake.
Fat Tiger had many injuries, but none were severe. What rendered the doctors helpless was the snake poison within his body. They had administered an antivenom to Fat Tiger, but it seemed to have no effect on this type of poison and hadn't worked thus far.
The snake poison had caused Fat Tiger to develop a high fever, his consciousness was growing increasingly blurry, and he would occasionally convulse. Songlin Town Hospital was unable to treat him, so they told Liu Changhe to quickly move Fat Tiger to the larger county hospital. There too, the doctors were at a loss.
