"Injured?" Jiang Yan's brows knitted together, "Just him?"
"Yes, Mom, only him. Ah, no, there was also a mutated cobra, but it's dead!" Hua Bao finished speaking, leaned in to take a look at Ye Qing and the cobra, then quickly withdrew her head.
Ye Qing's left arm was poisoned by the cobra's venom.
He sat on a small rock, unraveling a rope tied around his waist with one hand, then cut it into two pieces with a dagger, and cautiously rolled up his sleeve.
On the swollen skin were two blood holes as big as little fingers.
Dark blood was gushing out of these holes.
The skin around the wounds had already started turning blue and black.
Using both his right hand and teeth, he tied both ends of the wound with a rope and then took out a mini flamethrower from his backpack to sterilize the dagger.
