The wailing female heard Hua Shu's voice and seemed to calm down a little. "I was gathering when a thorn bush scratched my hand. It wasn't serious, so I didn't pay it any mind.
But after a little while, the wound felt like a live coal was burning inside it. It hurt horribly, and now it's getting worse and worse."
Her uninjured hand clutched Hua Shu's arm. "Grandma, am I going to die? Waaaah..."
Hua Shu's brow furrowed. Scratches from thorn bushes were very common during gathering trips.
If the wound was small, it would heal on its own in a few days. If it was more serious, they could find a Half beastman Warrior to lick it, and that would usually be the end of it.
But she had never seen a case like Hong's, where the wound became so red, swollen, and excruciatingly painful.
Wu Yue stepped forward. "Grandma Hua Shu, given the circumstances, the thorn bush that scratched Hong must have been poisonous. Let's go see what kind of bush it was first.
