"You need to treat him quickly, human life is at stake!" Liu Dashan's mother, pale-faced and tense, urged, yet she didn't want to offend He Caiyun. Immediately, the surrounding crowd also started urging him on.
He Youcai bent down, scooped out a fingernail-sized amount of Spirit Snake Ointment with visible reluctance, and smeared it on the wound where Liu Dashan had been bitten by the black-patterned snake. A few moments later, Liu Dashan's complexion gradually changed from black to yellow, showing significant improvement. Liu Dashan's mother sat on the ground, caressing her son's pale face, and with a trembling voice said, "My poor son."
He Youcai, delighted, said to Liu Mou, "Kid, the snake venom will dissipate in no time, and I will be taking the money." Saying this, he reached for the thick stack of two thousand yuan on the ground.
