If he hadn't gone back to collect herbs, these people probably wouldn't have been saved.
Everyone waited anxiously. After about an incense stick of time, they saw them coming back, shaking the water bag in their hands.
"Come, everyone drink some." The doctor of the Chai family poured out half a bottle of medicated water from the water bag and handed it to one of the Chai family members who was bitten by the man-eating ants.
Everyone was stunned when they saw the lavender water. One of them asked quietly, "Is this really the antidote? Will it work?"
Fengjiu glanced at the man and said, "No, you don't have to drink it."
However, the others drank the potion at the suggestion of the Chai family doctor, and they were all unsure. After all, this antidote seemed too easy to extract, right? Although they couldn't see what Xiaojiu was doing, it seemed that he just took some herbs and extracted juice and added it to water. How could it become an antidote
"Drink it!" Fengjiu handed Fan Yixiu a small medicine bottle.
"Thank you." Fan Yixiu took it and drank it.
They rested there. After about an incense stick of time, their symptoms gradually eased, the fire poison in their bodies dissipated, and only the wounds were still a little red and swollen.
"It's gone, it's really gone, the burning feeling in my body is gone!" A member of the Chai family said happily, feeling as if he had survived a calamity.
"It's really gone. My body isn't feeling so bad anymore." Another person also said happily, looking at Feng Jiu: "Xiao Jiu, thank you so much."
"Xiaojiu, thank you very much."
"Xiaojiu, thank you for saving us!"
Excited and joyful thanks came from everyone's mouths. Fengjiu smiled and said, "It's just a piece of cake." She only helped because she thought the Chai family was okay. If they were people with bad intentions, she would never save them.
"The wound needs to be re-applied with medicine. Come, let me help you take a look." The doctor of the Chai family said as he came to a young man and re-applied medicine and bandaged the wound.
“Little bastard, come here.” Hun Yuanzi shouted at Feng Jiu while sitting by the stream.
Hearing the words "little bastard", Fengjiu shook her head, stood up helplessly, and walked towards him: "I'm not called a little bastard! No one has ever dared to call me that." She looked at him with a smile, and there was an ambiguous meaning in her eyes.
"No one dares to call you that, but that old man insists on calling you that." Hun Yuan Zi snorted and looked at the young man sitting in front of him, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Last time you helped Jun Yue detoxify, you tricked the old man into giving you a treasure. This time you saved so many people, why don't you get some rewards from them?"
"How can this be the same!"
Feng Jiu smiled and looked at him with narrowed eyes: "Some things don't need to be calculated. I always do things according to my heart. Just like the last time I helped Zhuo Junyue to detoxify, I did it on impulse. What's more, I told you before I took action! I want a reward."
"Hmph! Didn't you say you didn't know the old man? What? Do you remember him now?" The old man sat cross-legged, clasped his hands over his chest and snorted.
"You kept reminding me along the way, how could I not remember?" She smiled and looked at him with narrowed eyes: "But, what if I remember? You can't take back what's in my hands. Besides, that thing was not obtained by me tricking you, but my reward."