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Fat Ma's condition was getting worse; a faint green hue began to appear on his face. I thought to myself, damn, could it be that the stench of death was already showing on him?
"Hang in there, Fatty!"
It seemed like Fat Ma heard my words as he blinked his eyes. I continued to apply pressure to stop the bleeding, but my hands were growing cold, and a faint odor was spreading through the air.
This couldn't go on; at this rate, Fatty's life would be in serious jeopardy.
"Clay Man, are you done yet?"
Clay Man still didn't respond. Sweat was forming on my forehead from anxiety, and Fatty's blood continued to flow out, but his condition showed no signs of improvement.
If I kept this up, I couldn't guarantee that Fatty wouldn't suffer from blood loss. To be safe, I bandaged his wound.
Looking at Fatty's current state was driving me crazy.
"Clay Man!" I called out again.
Still no reaction from him.
In desperation, I slapped Clay Man, only for him to dodge to the side. After about a minute, he finally turned around. When I saw him, he was drenched in sweat and pale as a ghost.
Then he pulled out a pill from his pocket and handed it to me. "He won't die. Quickly give this to Fatty."
I quickly took it, pried open Fatty's mouth, and poured the pill down with some water.
Clay Man was panting heavily beside me.
After taking the pill from Clay Man, Fat Ma immediately started to vomit.
I patted his back, hoping to make him feel better.
"It should be fine now," I said from behind.
The Clay Man was about to nod, but in the next moment, his expression changed drastically. He reached out and pinched the Fat Ma's philtrum, noticing that the Fat Ma was barely breathing, his condition extremely poor.
"Quick, go call for help!"
Upon hearing this, I didn't hesitate and ran over, shouting loudly. Everyone stopped in their tracks.
"What’s going on? Why all the noise?" Chen Yutou asked.
"Not good, Fish Head Elder! The Fat Ma is in trouble!"
"What? Hurry, take me to see!" Chen Yutou reacted with urgency.
In a few quick steps, the Clay Man was supporting Fat Ma.
Chen Yutou immediately crouched down to check the Fat Ma's condition.
"This is bad; the Fat Ma has been poisoned."
"What do we do?" I asked anxiously. Old Ghost beside me also showed signs of worry; the Fat Ma's situation left no room for optimism.
"Quick, let’s bleed him."
"We've already done that."
Chen Yutou's expression grew serious as he held the Fat Ma's wrist, continuously checking his pulse. Finally, he made a decision and bled him again.
Then he gave the Fat Ma a pill.
After swallowing the pill, the Fat Ma's complexion gradually became calmer.
"This pill can only temporarily suppress the toxicity."
"Fish Head Elder, what poison did the Fat Ma actually ingest?"
Chen Yutou shook his head and sighed, "You'll have to ask you all about that."
I glanced at the clay figure, who nodded at me. I had no doubts now.
I briefly explained Fat Ma's condition.
"Where is that Secret Compartment?"
I pointed with my finger.
Chen Yutou stood up and turned toward the Secret Compartment, preparing to reach in, but was stopped by the clay figure: "It's very dangerous." The brief warning caused Chen Yutou's outstretched hand to freeze. He looked at the clay figure, whose expression remained as calm as a still pond, revealing no significant emotional fluctuations.
"What danger is there?"
"I can't be sure."
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