I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

The dark figure moved with ghostly speed, and after biting down, it disappeared into the depths of the grass without a trace.

"hiss……"

Ying Zheng gasped.

A burning pain shot through his calf, as if two red-hot steel needles were driven deep into his flesh.

"His Majesty!"

"Old Ying!"

Wang Ben and Meng Yi exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their faces turning deathly pale.

They knew better than anyone what being bitten by a venomous snake in this desolate wilderness meant.

Among the soldiers, it was not uncommon to be injured by snakes and insects; eight or nine out of ten of them did not survive a day.

Ying Zheng looked down and saw two tiny teeth marks rapidly turning black. A numbing sensation spread upwards from his calf, and his head began to spin.

"Holy crap, it's a short-tailed viper!"

Zhang Ying's angry curse shattered everyone's panic.

He spends many years in the wild interacting with plants and animals, and he recognized the species of snake at a glance.

Its body surface is reddish-brown, with dark spots on its head and back, and two rows of intersecting dark brown round spots on its spine.

This is the most venomous snake on the island, bar none.

One tenth of a gram of snake venom can knock out an adult.

And there isn't a single piece of antivenom on this island.

"Sit down! Don't move!"

Zhang Ying's voice turned unusually stern. He grabbed Ying Zheng's shoulder and forced him to sit down on the ground.

"Don't fucking get excited. The faster your heart beats, the faster the poison travels. Do you want to die?!"

Ying Zheng was taken aback by his shout. Looking at Zhang Ying's anxious yet composed face, the panic in his heart caused by the pain and dizziness inexplicably calmed down.

Wang Ben stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, at a loss for what to do.

Zhang Ying was furious and kicked him in the butt.

"What are you standing there for! Do you want your old man Ying to die here?"

"Go! To the fishpond! Use coconut shells to fill it with seawater, the more the better, the faster the better! Run!"

Wang Ben was jolted back to reality by the kick, and he glanced at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng nodded heavily to him.

Without saying a word, Wang Ben turned around and sprinted back the way he came at top speed.

Zhang Ying stopped wasting words, squatted down, grabbed the fabric on Ying Zheng's leg, and with a "rip," tore the trouser leg that was in the way.

The wound was in terrible condition.

The two teeth marks expanded into two black holes, the surrounding skin and flesh were red, swollen and purple, and the entire calf was much thicker than the other.

Zhang Ying quickly tore off several long strips from the torn cloth, wrapped them around Ying-Zheng's knees, and used all her strength to tightly wrap them around, tying them into a knot.

This is to slow down the rate at which toxins return through the veins.

After doing all this, he turned around and yelled at Meng Yi.

"Old Meng! You, go ahead, about 300 meters ahead!"

"Looking for a wild grass with small white flowers and serrated leaves!"

"There's another kind that looks a lot like mugwort, but it blooms with tiny, delicate white chrysanthemums!"

"Pull them all back! Pull out as many as you can!"

Fearing he might misremember, Meng Yi quickly pulled out his precious piece of linen paper and willow-twig pen, jotted down a few keywords, and then rushed out without looking back.

Zhang Ying knew in her heart that all things are interconnected and mutually restraining.

Where venomous snakes roam, there is always an antidote within seven steps.

He himself had been bitten by a less venomous snake on the island before, and he survived thanks to these herbs. He had also seen unfortunate souls who, after being bitten, only knew to suck the bite or run around frantically for help, only to collapse halfway through.

In first aid, every step must be correct.

Ying Zheng watched his busy figure, his lips slightly pale, and asked in a low voice.

"Will I...die?"

"die?"

Zhang Ying was like a firecracker that had been lit; she suddenly raised her head and roared at Ying Zheng.

"With me here, you can't die even if you want to!"

He pointed at Ying Zheng's nose and cursed him, spitting as he did so.

"Let me tell you, Old Ying, if you dare to die, I'll fucking turn you into cured meat and hang you under the eaves!"

"We're one short for mahjong, where are we going to find a partner if you die!"

Ying Zheng was completely stunned.

This is the first person in my life who has ever dared to yell at me.

He was also the first person to use the excuse of "we're short one player for mahjong" to prevent his death.

He suddenly felt that the snake bite didn't hurt as much anymore.

Not long after, Wang Ben returned, like a bull that had gone mad.

He was carrying seven or eight coconut shells filled with seawater in his arms. He was running so fast that he spilled seawater all over himself and became soaking wet.

"Sir! The water's here!"

"Rinse your mouth first!" Zhang Ying commanded. "Use seawater to clean your mouth thoroughly!"

Wang Ben was stunned for a moment, but he immediately did as he was told, scooping up a handful of seawater and rinsing it vigorously in his mouth several times.

"Alright, now," Zhang Ying pointed to the blackened wound on Ying Zheng's leg and gave an order that sent a chill down Wang Ben's spine.

"Suck it into the wound!"

"Suck out the poisonous blood and spit it out! Remember, never swallow it!"

Wang Ben did not hesitate for a moment.

He leaned down and pressed his lips tightly against Ying Zheng's cold skin, sucking hard.

Wang Ben spat a mouthful of thick, black, foul-smelling blood onto the sand, making a soft "sizzling" sound.

He didn't even bother to wipe his mouth before bending down again.

"stop!"

Zhang Ying grabbed his head and held a coconut shell filled with seawater to his mouth.

"Rinse your mouth with seawater, rinse repeatedly, then spit it out."

"You can't swallow a single bite, you hear me!"

Zhang Ying's tone left no room for argument.

He knew that snake venom was a protein that could only kill people through blood circulation, and that most of it would be destroyed by stomach acid if swallowed.

But what if?

If this guy has an ulcer or something in his mouth or esophagus, then things will get really messed up.

Wang Ben didn't ask why. He took the coconut shell, tilted his head back, and gargled vigorously. Then, with a "plop," he spat the murky salt water far away.

"Continue," Zhang Ying ordered.

Wang Ben leaned down again and pressed his lips to Ying Zheng's already cold and hardened calf, sucking hard.

"puff."

Another mouthful of black blood.

"gargle."

"puff."

"Take another drag."

This process was repeated seven or eight times.

Wang Ben's lips were a little numb, but he didn't utter a sound, like a tireless machine.

Until the blood he sucked out, which had been pitch black and viscous, slowly turned into a color with a hint of dark red.

The frightening bluish-black color around Ying Zheng's wound gradually faded, turning into a bloodless pale white.

"stop."

Zhang Ying finally called a halt.

He reached out and gently squeezed the wound, and a drop of bright red blood seeped out.

The toxins have been mostly removed.

"Alright, stop inhaling. Rinse your mouth thoroughly with seawater." Zhang Ying patted Wang Ben on the back.

Just then, Meng Yi returned.