"Please, Doctor, you have to help him," the old woman pleaded, her hands clasped together as she begged the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor they had called from Renhe Hall.
The old doctor's face was grave. Without a word, he knelt beside the old man who was propped against the wall and began by carefully examining the bite marks.
"It's a venomous snake."
At his words, the old woman nearly lost her footing.
"From your description, it must be a Silver Ring Snake. In traditional Chinese medicine, its venom is considered a 'wind toxin.' Are you feeling no pain right now? Is the wound numb? Are you having trouble breathing?"
The old man's eyes fluttered open. His expression was dazed as he slowly nodded before closing them again.
