Phi-Fic Chapter 225 Weird Disease
Chapter 225 Weird Disease
"Samuel..."
She called out anxiously and walked over quickly.
Hearing the female's gentle and concerned call, Samuel, with his tiger ears drooping as if asleep, slowly raised his head and subconsciously looked for the beautiful figure that was deeply engraved in his heart.
Having lost his mind, he became half-beast. His originally amber eyes turned pure blood red, filled with deep hostility. His pointed fangs were exposed, and his fingers extended into claws as sharp as knives. He looked so ferocious that he seemed like a man-eating demon.
The cold rope sank deeply into his flesh and even strangled his neck, leaving obvious purple marks, as if he was in pain and trying to break through the shackles. His muscles bulged and veins popped out, and he looked so cold and terrifying that it was intimidating.
But when he saw clearly that familiar charming face, his blood-red eyes that were stretched into blades trembled for a moment and gradually returned to normal.
Even his originally confused mind became clear, and he even shrank back and wanted to retract his fangs to avoid scaring her.
Seeing that he seemed to be more sober, and did not rush towards him fiercely upon seeing him, Chuan Bo was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "Young Master, the female you like is here to see you. You must hold on and never give up..."
"Otherwise, even if I die, I won't be able to face the Tiger King..."
He raised the back of his hand and wiped the sad tears from the corners of his eyes.
Hu Feifei approached tentatively and called out softly, "Samuel, do you remember who I am?"
After the beast-like man opposite nodded, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not completely lose his mind and at least he remembered her.
Taking out a dagger from the medical kit, she stepped forward and cut the ropes that bound him, then checked the wound on his back.
The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Chuan Bo, who was wiping his tears nearby, watched her cut the rope so easily. He stood there in shock, forgetting to cry.
What kind of knife is this? It's so sharp?!
The rope was forged from black iron stone and was extremely hard. Even the Seven-Pattern Orcs could not break it. However, she cut it easily with a knife, which really surprised him.
Looking at the dagger she placed beside him, his old eyes lit up.
Hu Feifei put on white gloves, gently picked up a blood scab from Samuel's wound with tweezers, and put it under her eyelids for careful observation.
I found that the bright red flesh was mixed with strands of black, and almost all of the scars that had healed had reopened.
Because of her actions, Samuel's strong body suddenly tensed up, his bloodshot pupils stretched, and he gritted his teeth to resist the brutality and violence in his body.
He gripped the edge of the seat with such force that his sharp nails dug into it.
Noticing his abnormality, Hu Feifei hurriedly took out a bottle of healing medicine and gave it to him to drink, and at the same time gave him an injection of painkiller to relieve his pain.
He asked softly, "Have you eaten anything recently? Think carefully about what you ate or touched before the wound opened."
After a normal wound recovers, it is impossible for it to suddenly worsen again unless there is some triggering factor.
Samuel lowered his eyes and tried to recall, then said in a dry and hoarse voice: "No."
“No, I remember…”
His mind was in a mess at the time. He felt that his body was no longer under the control of his brain, as if he had turned into a puppet. He had no independent consciousness and could not remember anything that happened afterwards.
Is it true that as the curse says, he will eventually turn into a vicious monster that eats raw meat and drinks blood?
A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes...
Chuan Bo thought about it carefully, and suddenly his expression changed, "I remember it!"
"Young Master often eats a kind of broth that contains several medicinal herbs. It has a calming effect."
"The young master drank this broth before his wound split open that day, but he didn't expect that it would no longer be able to control his depression. Is there something wrong with this broth?"
He looked at Hu Feifei with sympathy, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the broth was most likely the problem.
Hu Feifei frowned and asked hurriedly: "Uncle Chuan, do you still have this kind of broth?"
"Or show me the herbs you put in the broth."
"Yes, there is a little left. I'll get it right away." Chuan Bo said, and ran out in a hurry.
Hu Feifei moved her gaze to Samuel's horrific wounds, where flesh and skin were flying around, and began to apply medicine to him.
Afraid that he would go crazy from the pain, she simply gave him a dose of anesthetic.
This anesthetic is a regional anesthetic and will only work on his back and will not make him unconscious.
She used a knife and tweezers to clean his blackened rotten flesh while talking to him, "It will be fine soon, just bear with it for a while."
"Before the wound split open, was there anything else wrong with your body? The wound couldn't have split open all at once."
"Don't be anxious, think about it slowly."
Her voice was soft and pleasant, and seemed to carry a hint of bewitching power, which made him unconsciously follow her instructions.
Samuel closed his eyes and began to recall. After pondering for a moment, he spoke hoarsely, "My body is itchy, very itchy, as if countless bugs are crawling on it, and I can't help it..."
"You can't help but scratch it, right?" Hu Feifei suddenly spoke.
Because there was almost no good flesh on his back, and it was almost scratched to pieces, you can imagine how itchy he was that he would not hesitate to scratch himself to pieces.
Samuel pursed his lips and nodded silently.
Rubbing her eyebrows in annoyance, Hu Feifei felt that the wounds on Samuel's body were not only strange and weird, but also made things difficult for her.
Because this was beyond her medical skills, she couldn't analyze what kind of poison it was that made even the system's antidote ineffective, and that acute itching suddenly occurred even after the disease had healed, driving the person crazy.
"Nuojiji, please find out what kind of poison Samuel has been poisoned by."
[Okay, host. ]
Three seconds later, Nuojiji said in distress: [Strange, host, the system detected that the villain Huhu was poisoned, but the poison is not fatal. In addition to hindering the healing of the wound, it can even suppress his rage and have a calming effect.]
[His madness should have nothing to do with poisoning...]
Nothing to do with poisoning?
What is that? Is it a mental disorder?
Hu Feifei bit her lip, puzzled.
But she believed that Samuel did not have any mental problems. He was just a little withdrawn and cold, but he was far from being so cruel as to hurt people everywhere.
At this time, Chuan Bo came back with the unfinished broth.
She took it hurriedly and began to extract and identify it carefully and attentively. She found that in addition to several soothing herbs, there was also a poisonous herb called rotten grass.
His eyes turned cold, "Uncle Chuan, who prepared the herbs for this broth?"
Hearing this, Chuan Bo's heart also tensed up nervously, "It was prepared by the wizard. He said it can suppress the young master's madness."
"Why, is there poison in this broth?"