"How's your wound?"
The female hunter, oblivious to Rosen's unusual expression, stepped forward, grabbed his head, gently turned it to the side, and then removed the cloth covering his neck to examine the wound.
After a moment, she sighed in relief: "Little guy, you're lucky, the bite wasn't too deep."
She flattened the cloth, produced a small bottle from somewhere, poured a dollop of dark green glue onto the cloth, and then pressed it against Rosen's neck wound.
"Hiss...so cool!"
Rosen felt the cool sensation on his wound, the burning pain instantly subsiding. He smelled the aroma; it was invigorating, with a faint snakey scent. Memories of alchemy from the game surfaced, and he instinctively said, "Plantain, snake oil, mint leaves...this is Green Crystal Ointment, its effect is to stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration, right?"
During the game, to deal with those powerful monsters, every hunter must master multiple skills. Basic alchemy, herb identification, and concocting healing ointments are all fundamental skills.
Rosen himself enjoys getting to the bottom of things, especially reading the descriptions and annotations of various items in games. Having accumulated considerable practical experience in alchemy over the years, he immediately guessed the name of the potion upon seeing it in real life and comparing it with the descriptions.
"Hmm?" The female hunter glanced at Rosen in surprise. "You're young, but you know quite a lot."
With that, she took a step forward, reached out, and lifted Rosen up as if he were a rabbit, hoisting him onto her shoulder. "I'm taking you out of here now, you absolutely mustn't make a sound!"
Without allowing Rosen any objection, she turned and strode towards the alchemy room door. After only a few steps, her knees buckled again, and she staggered a few steps before barely regaining her balance. Her left hand was already tightly clutching her abdominal wound, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth again.
Rosen saw clearly and cried out urgently, "Hey, put me down! I can walk by myself!"
Although weak, after resting for so long, the toxins in his body had been completely cleared, and he had regained considerable strength; walking wasn't a problem.
This time, the female hunter didn't object. She reached out and put Rosen on the ground, weakly smiling, "Looks like I really can't go on. Hurry up and leave before that vampire recovers. I'll hold him off for you. There's a horse outside the back door; you can ride it—cough cough—and ride away."
"Rosen was speechless: "Don't you have Green Crystal Ointment? Swallow it all! It'll work!"
The female hunter smiled bitterly: "Heh~ that stuff is expensive, 30 rand a bottle. That was probably the last bit."
Rosen scratched his head vigorously, somewhat exasperated: "You knew the monster was a high-level vampire, so why did you come to save me? With your abilities, aren't you just asking for death?"
"Because I'm a hunter—" The female hunter coughed up blood again.
Rosen sighed, "We'll go together! Wait for me!"
The other person had risked their life to save him; it would be disloyal of him to run away alone.
With that, Rosen strode to the wooden shelf displaying alchemical potions, quickly rummaging through it for usable medicine: 'Saltpeter powder, good stuff, take it. Glycerin...hiss~ good treasure, take that too! Ah, this yellow mud-like stuff is diatomaceous earth, a real treasure, take it, take it. Hmm~ this is tobacco. Tobacco can constrict blood vessels in the stomach, reducing bleeding. This stuff can be used in emergencies!'
For ordinary people, using tobacco after a stomach perforation is practically suicide, but for a mutant hunter with astonishing regenerative abilities, this stuff is an excellent hemostatic agent.
He took the tobacco, grabbed a piece of paper from the table, quickly wrapped it up, lit it on a candle, and held it to the female hunter's lips: "Quick! Quick! Take a few big puffs, it'll stop the bleeding!"
"This stuff works?" The female hunter looked at Rosen suspiciously.
Rosen urged, "Why would I lie to you? Of course, it won't completely stop the bleeding, but it will definitely work."
The female hunter, knowing the urgency of the situation, took the medicine, inhaled deeply several times, and immediately choked, coughing violently and spitting out several mouthfuls of blood—a truly alarming sight.
Rosen was horrified. He forced himself to calm down and ran towards the stairs, saying, "Wait for me, I'm going to the kitchen to get something."
Without waiting for the female hunter's reply, Rosen quickly ran to the kitchen on the first floor. The kitchen was a mess, with a large hole in the wall. Through the hole, he could see the vampire Viken, who was flailing his arms and legs by the flowerbed like a madman.
'Sigh~ It's a pity I'm powerless, and that female hunter is seriously injured. If I had equipment from the game right now—no, just one powerful offensive piece of equipment—I could definitely kill this bastard!' Reflecting on this, Rosen opened the cupboard. Inside were two earthenware jars, one large and one small. The large one was the size of a watermelon, while the small one was only about the size of two fists.
Rosen took the smaller one; it contained pure white sea salt. In this era, such pure sea salt was a luxury, affordable only to the wealthy Laplace family. Ordinary people used bitter, astringent salt.
Rosen first took a handful of salt, rinsed it with water to make a light salt solution, and then gulped it down.
After significant blood loss, drinking light salt water could quickly replenish electrolytes and effectively alleviate the symptoms. Soon after drinking a large glass of light salt water, Rosen felt much better.
Without stopping, he ran to a nearby wooden cabinet. This cabinet originally had a lock, but now the entire cabinet had been smashed. Rosen moved aside the broken planks and pulled out a grayish-white cloth bag containing about ten pounds of fine, refined white flour.
In this era, such white flour was a luxury. Even the Laplace family only used it on holidays to entertain distinguished guests; otherwise, it was locked away in a cupboard.