He Zhiran kept squeezing out the poisoned blood while moving outward, waiting until most of the toxic blood had come out before cleaning the wound thoroughly.
After taking care of all this, He Zhiran only then turned to look at Li Rou'er.
"Apply the medicine you just chewed up on the wound."
Li Rou'er was still standing there in a daze, as if she had not heard He Zhiran's words.
This angered Zhang Qing again.
"What are you still standing there for? I told you to apply the medicine!"
Li Rou'er was pulled back to her senses by this shout, she looked at He Zhiran, then looked at Peng Wang's injury.
"Official... Sir, I dare not."
Zhang Qing was impatient, if it wasn't for seeing the disgusting stuff in Li Rou'er's palm, he would have wanted to do it himself.
Helplessly, he could only continue to urge.
"Don't forget your own status, do whatever you are told to do."
The woman who had just rushed over to protect Li Rou'er trembled and stepped forward.
"Sir, my young miss is timid, it's better if I do it!"
With that, Zhu took the chewed up medicine from Li Rou'er's hand and applied it little by little to Peng Wang's wound.
"Auntie."
Li Rou'er's original intention was that when she said she was afraid, the officials would let He Zhiran take action.
She didn't expect that her auntie would take the initiative so readily. Thinking of how she was unable to make He Zhiran lose face, she got angry.
But with so many officials present, she didn't dare make trouble, she could only suppress the anger in her heart and wait for a chance to continue making things difficult for He Zhiran.
At this moment, Zhou the Eighth was already somewhat anxious because he was worried about Peng Wang's condition. When he turned his head, he happened to meet Li Rou'er's cold eyes.
Such an expression made people feel disgusted as soon as they saw it.
"You two, don't just stand there, go back to your places."
Zhu was timid, and when she saw the officials' fierce looks, her legs instantly went soft.
She didn't dare delay for a moment, and hurriedly pulled Li Rou'er to run back.
He Zhiran was just going through the motions of helping Peng Wang treat his wound.
The key to undoing the snake venom in his body was the antiserum in her space.
It's just that, with these officials coming and going around, she didn't have a suitable chance yet to take out the antiserum from her space.
While He Zhiran was trying to figure out what to do, Zhang Qing became impatient again.
"Can you really cure snake venom? It's been so long since the medicine was applied, why is the boss still showing no signs of improvement?"
Without waiting for He Zhiran to finish speaking, Zhang Qing eagerly asked.
"I still have to use my master's exclusive medical techniques for the final step of curing the venom."
"What are you still waiting for then? Hurry up and treat him." Zhang Qing urged again.
"Sir, I already said, it's an exclusive medical technique." In her heart He Zhiran scolded Zhang Qing for being stupid, he didn't understand her hint at all.
Then a young official cleverly pulled Zhang Qing's sleeve.
"Brother Zhang, what she means is that no outsiders can watch while she treats the boss."
Zhang Qing suddenly realized, but he was also conflicted.
He looked at the other officials, and was at a loss for a moment.
Because they were all somewhat uneasy about letting the unconscious boss leave their sight. If He Zhiran had any malicious intentions, their responsibility would be great.
Seeing the group of men being so indecisive, He Zhiran was also somewhat impatient.
"I'll give you time to discuss it for one stick of incense, if time is up, I'll be helpless too."
Having said that, she turned around to leave.
Seeing He Zhiran about to leave, Zhou the Eighth called out to stop her.
"You come back to treat the boss, I'll take responsibility for any consequences."
The other officials looked at Zhou the Eighth in unison, with some relief on their faces.
They knew clearly in their hearts too that Peng Wang's condition was very bad, if they didn't let He Zhiran treat him, he would only have a fate of waiting for death.
It's just that no one wanted to be the one to step up and make the decision.
Since someone was willing to come forward and decide, they all tacitly did not object.
He Zhiran looked at the surroundings, apart from several thick trees, there was almost no cover.
Fortunately, it was already dark now, as long as she was vigilant when taking action, no one would notice.
"Carry him behind that thickest tree."
Eager to save the man, the officials did as told without a word, carrying Peng Wang to the location specified by He Zhiran.
"Alright, all of you turn around and walk more than thirty steps away."
Without even turning her head, He Zhiran spoke in a commanding tone.
Pricking up her ears to listen as the retreating footsteps grew smaller and smaller until they stopped, she then started looking around.
Making sure no one could see her, she swiftly took out the antiserum and syringe from her space.
Looking at the antiserum in her hand, He Zhiran felt quite pained.
This was the latest developed limited edition high concentration antiserum. Due to the extremely precious materials needed to extract it, it had become something that was priceless and unavailable on the market.
Through a stroke of luck, He Zhiran had obtained these few vials of high concentration antiserum, and had kept them stored in the clinic's refrigerator, unwilling to sell them.
It could only be said that Peng Wang was fortunate, if it wasn't for running into her, he would certainly have lost his life.
If it wasn't for her space having a regeneration function, He Zhiran would have been reluctant to use it on Peng Wang.
Intravenous injection of the antiserum would have a better effect, but the current situation did not allow He Zhiran to operate that way. She could only choose intramuscular injection.
Using the tree to hide her actions, He Zhiran diluted the antiserum with saline according to the ratio, then lifted Peng Wang's sleeve, disinfected, injected, and removed the needle, with her movements almost in one go.
After keeping the remaining packaging and syringe in her space, He Zhiran carefully observed Peng Wang's breathing.
After about five minutes, Peng Wang's condition had greatly eased.
His originally somewhat purplish complexion from breathing difficulties gradually calmed, and his breathing became much smoother.
Estimated after one or two more hours, he would wake up.
After He Zhiran injected Peng Wang with the antiserum, she did not leave in a hurry, intending to observe for a while longer until his condition was completely stable before doing anything else.
While she was in no hurry, the waiting officials were anxiously fidgeting.
In the end, Zhang Qing still could not hold back and loudly asked, "Ms. He, how is our boss's condition now?"
In her previous life as a doctor, He Zhiran most disliked two types of patients' families.
One was those who doubted her, the other was those who impatiently urged her.
Zhang Qing had scored full marks on both these points.
"What's with the yelling, if you don't trust me then go find another doctor."
He Zhiran had this kind of temperament, even if those people were officials it was no use.
