Demon Poison

"What? Then what do we do?"

At those words, Fugui hurriedly tried to lift his foot and take a look.

But he discovered that his foot seemed to have lost all feeling, as though he had been poisoned!

"I'm done for! I can't feel my foot!"

"It looks like Demon Poison, but we don't have what we need to draw it out here. All I can do for now is seal it off with silver needles." Shen Lang took a packet of silver needles from his belt and said, "Once we get out of here, find a doctor immediately and have the leg sawed off. You might still survive!"

"Huh?" Fugui's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right? I haven't even married or had children yet, and you're telling me I'm going to lose a leg? How am I supposed to find a wife?"

"What does that matter? It's not like you're losing your third leg." Shen Lang raised an eyebrow. "Besides, you should be secretly thanking your lucky stars just to escape with your life!"

With that, Shen Lang moved to seal the acupuncture points around Fugui's wound.

Ye Qianfan stepped forward to take a look and found that the wound had split open like a blossoming flower, with plenty of black fluid seeping out. The injury was indeed serious!

"You're basically asking Fugui to give up a leg. Isn't that a little cruel?" Ye Qianfan spoke with a modern person's mindset. "If he'll have to lose the leg once we get back anyway, why not scrape the bone and treat the wound right here? Wouldn't removing the flesh infected by the Demon Poison do the trick?"

"Easy for you to say. This lower leg is full of blood vessels and meridians. Once we start cutting, he'll hemorrhage, and we don't