The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

Ru Yue and Chu Ning'an were placed in the east wing of Zhou Dahu's yard. She asked Chu Ning'an to watch the people outside, and she looked around and then slipped into the space.

"A-Ling, A-Ling, I need the golden thread hook lotus."

"Don't worry, sister. I'll take you there to pick them."

The two of them moved their minds and came to a shady shallow pond. In the pond grew several golden lotuses with curled petals. Its leaves were narrow and dark green, while the veins were golden yellow. A Ling raised his hand, and a golden-thread lotus fell into his small hand.

"Sister, go quickly. The venom of the wire snake is very strong. After nearly half a month, I'm afraid that person is in imminent danger."

Ru Yue had no time to care about anything else, and she took the flower and slipped out of the space.

There was an urgent knock on the door outside. Chu Ning'an answered it and looked back into the inner room. He saw Ru Yue also coming out in a hurry, so the two of them opened the door together.

A group of people crowded at the door, looking at them eagerly with a hint of curiosity. Zhou Yaren and Doctor Li stood in front of the crowd, staring at them anxiously. Ru Yue suddenly had the illusion that she had become "RMB", no, silver, silver.

"Girl, Doctor Li is here. You really have the golden thread lotus, right?" Zhou Yaren's timid and uncertain tone made him look pitiful.

Ru Yue knew that now was not the time to keep the secret, so she quickly took out the strange flower and said, "Doctor Li, take a look. Is this the golden thread lotus you mentioned that can cure the venom of the wire snake?"

The doctor's face was full of smiles, and his rough old hands kept wiping the body, as if he didn't dare to touch it. "Yes, yes, it's this flower. With it, Da Hu can be saved. Haha, good!"

The crowd was suddenly in an uproar, and everyone thought that Zhou Dahu was going to die, but they didn't expect that there would be a sudden turn of events at the last moment. Everyone urged Doctor Li to go and save the man, and Zhou Yaren almost carried him in.

Doctor Li didn't waste any time. He took the golden thread hook lotus and went into Zhou Dahu's house. Ru Yue and Chu Ning'an followed them and watched from behind. Zhou Dahu's face was ashen. When they first met three months ago, he was a seven-foot-tall man with strong shoulders and waist. Now, he looked lifeless and had become so thin that he was unrecognizable. If he walked on the street, Ru Yue would definitely not recognize him.

Doctor Li tore off all the sickle-shaped petals and put them into a medicine bowl. He then handed the remaining branches and leaves, along with some dry grass and vines from the medicine box, to the little medicine boy who had followed him, and told him to boil the medicine immediately.

He took several kinds of white and black powder and poured them into the medicine bowl, and mashed them into a paste together with the petals. Finally, he took out a small knife and cut a cross on Zhou Dahu's wound. Black blood immediately gushed out, and the room was suddenly filled with a strong fishy smell. Doctor Li did not mind it. He squeezed the wound with his hands as hard as he could, trying to squeeze out all the black blood. After a long time, the wound only slightly oozed black blood, and he applied the medicinal paste in the medicine bowl thickly on it.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but as soon as the medicinal mud was applied, the fishy smell in the room seemed to fade a lot.

Zhou Dahu had been lying there like a dead man. After the patch was applied, he seemed to sense something and struggled slightly at first, but gradually became more and more violent. Doctor Zhou hurriedly called for help to hold him down and shouted to the medicine boy, "Is the medicine ready? Hurry and bring it up, hurry up."

"Alright, alright," the little medicine boy replied hurriedly, walking in hurriedly with a bowl of dark green soup. "Master, this is for you."

There was still steam rising above the medicine bowl, which showed how hot the medicine soup was. Doctor Li didn't care about anything else and asked Zhou Ya's people to help Zhou Dahu up. He then drank the bowl of boiling hot medicine. Ru Yue's stomach cramped just watching this. It was so scalding, so scalding.

Strangely enough, as soon as Zhou Dahu swallowed the bowl of medicine, he stopped struggling and became like a corpse again.

Doctor Li handed the medicine bowl to the little medicine boy, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh. Looking at the people staring at him, he said to the Zhou Ya people, "Da Hu is truly blessed with a long life. If he keeps playing like this for another day or two, even gods won't be able to save him. Don't worry, he won't die this time. He will definitely wake up within twelve hours."

When Zhou Yaren heard this, his mouth widened and tears began to flow. He knelt down hurriedly, kowtowed his head repeatedly, and kept saying thank you. It was unclear whether he was kowtowing to Doctor Li or Ru Yue, but everyone showed more respect to him. This is how brothers should be.

Seeing Zhou Yaren like this, Ru Yue didn't want to mention the matter of buying people anymore. She had to refuse his invitation to stay and return to the village first.