"Wait a moment!"
As Luo Bin spoke, he took a spare medicine pack and a glass bottle containing Bright Yellow Powder out of the Blue Cloth Pouch.
He trimmed Ron's sleeve neatly with scissors, cleaned and disinfected the wound with alcohol, then applied ointment mixed with powdered bezoar before wrapping it in a Medical Bandage.
"Luo Bin, are you sure... this will work?"
Unlike the time Norbert had bitten him, the wound hadn't swollen or turned black. But he was numb all the way from his fingertips to his jaw. Worried that half his body might become paralyzed, Ron asked cautiously.
"Try moving your fingers!"
"I told you back in the hollow, I can't feel my right arm. How am I supposed to move my fingers... hey, they're moving! Luo Bin, your ointment is amazing."
Although only his fingertips could move, that gave Ron tremendous hope.
"The human body has its own way of flushing out toxins. Otherwise, we'd have been poisoned to death by all the toxins accumulating in our food over the years. Here, take these. Hey, I didn't mean all at once! Two tablets at a time, twice a day, for three days!"
"Luo Bin, these tablets are so strange. They aren't bitter at all. They're sweet, like milk tablets coated in syrup!"
Ron spoke as he chewed the tablets.
"Oh, they're improved Antidote Tablets. If you stop fooling around with Neville and Dean in your next potions class, you could make them too."
"No, he couldn't. Come on, if we don't leave now, it'll be dawn!"
With Hermione hurrying them along, they returned to the Wooden Hut ten minutes later.
Fang jumped out of his basket and darted between their legs, wagging his tail. Luo Bin caught one of his big ears. "Be good and listen.