Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal)
Chapter 830

Chapter 830

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 830

Generally speaking, anyone who was pointed at the head by a gun would be instinctively frightened. Marcus had already been prepared to hear this little girl’s crying, but unexpectedly, she just blinked her eyes and said slowly, “That snake is poisonous.”

“…” Marcus looked at the body of the snake thrown on the ground. If his younger brother, Antony, was here, he would immediately recognize that it was called Protobothrops Mucrosquamatus.

Protobothrops Mucrosquamatus was often confused with the non-poisonous Macropisthodon Rudis. In comparison, Macropisthodon Rudis’s head was round, but ordinary people could not distinguish it. Antony was experienced in fighting in the wild, and he was very familiar with venomous snakes and insects. He knew very well what could be eaten and what could not. He also knew if one should endure it after one was bitten by something or not.

However, Marcus was not the same as him. He did not come to such a place. It was already good enough that he could recognize whether it was poisonous or not with his limited experience. It was really difficult for him to distinguish Protobothrops Mucrosquamatus and Macropisthodon Rudis.

The girl’s face was full of dirt, and her hair was stained with dead leaves. She was no different from a little beggar on the side of the road. It was unknown whether she was too bold or did not know what the gun was. She looked at Marcus for two or three seconds and seemed to have weighed something. She said, “I can help you treat your wound.”

She gestured and said seriously, “If you don’t deal with it, you will die soon.”

Marcus slowly removed the gauze, revealing two holes that were still bleeding. It bit his wrist, and the skin around the wound was beginning to turn purple. He paused for a second and asked, “Are you going to help me suck out the poison?”

The girl’s expression was a little difficult to explain. Her eyes seemed to be looking at a big fool. She said, “If I help you suck it out, not only will the poison not be cleared, but I’ll also die.”

She suddenly jumped down from the tree and squatted in front of Marcus. She looked at his face and said, “On account of your good looks, I am willing to save you.”

Marcus,”… Do you locals have a prescription for snake venom?”

The young lady tilted her head slightly, taking out a tube of syringe from the cloth pouch she carried on her body. She calmly said, “There is no prescription, but there is a serum.”

Marcus was speechless.

At that time, in his heart, he scolded the screenwriter of a TV series in the past.

There was no snake venom, no prescription, only serum. When could the screenwriter be a little soberer?

The girl first washed his tactical dagger clean, and then quickly and ruthlessly drew a cross across his wound and squeezed out the black poisonous blood. Even if Marcus could bear the pain, he was shocked by her rude method and lost control of his expression in pain.

When the blood of the normal color flowed out, the girl said no more and directly inserted a needle into his meridian, pushing the serum into him. Marcus almost wanted to strangle this child who was a head shorter than him to death.

After the wound was bandaged, the girl sat cross-legged beside him and looked at him, and asked, “What’s your name? Did you come from outside? I have never seen such a beautiful person like you in the mountains.”

Marcus had been praised for his good looks since he was a child, but no one praised him as sincerely as this girl. It seemed that from his head to toe, only his face was good-looking.

He took a light breath and finally came to his senses from the intense pain. He said, “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before asking someone else’s name?”