I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

Chapter 37: Golden Blood (Part 1)

Doctor Song's eyes were fixed on Zhang Chen's pale skin, his gaze filled with disbelief. He truly couldn't understand how a person could survive with so much blood loss.

This was truly unbelievable!

"Young man, don't worry. I'll prescribe some tonics to replenish your lost Qi and blood. In a few days, you'll be as lively as a dragon and tiger," Doctor Song said, his eyes scanning Zhang Chen up and down, filled with curiosity. However, he didn't continue to question Zhang Chen about how he was still alive after losing so much blood.

Doctor Song spread out his brush and ink, and soon his writing flowed as if divinely guided. He quickly wrote out a prescription and placed it on the table: "Young man, get the medicine according to this prescription, and in less than seven days, you'll be as lively as a dragon and tiger."

Zhang Chen, hearing this, revealed a pale smile, enduring the burning sensation within his body. He took out five coins of silver from his sleeve and handed them to the doctor: "Thank you, Uncle Song, for making the trip. These five coins of silver are a small token of my appreciation. Please use them to buy wine."

Doctor Song smiled and didn't take Zhang Chen's money. Instead, he pointed to the roe deer in the yard: "I don't want your money. We live in the same village; taking money would make us strangers. Just cut off a piece of that roe deer meat for me."

Zhang Chen's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. The roe deer's blood had been drained by him, leaving the meat bloodless. If it were cut open now, Wang Wu and Doctor Song would surely notice the anomaly.

Wang Wu didn't reply. The roe deer wasn't his; it was hunted by Zhang Chen. Although he had a good relationship with Zhang Chen, he couldn't make decisions for him.

"Butchering a roe deer isn't easy, Uncle Song. Please go back for now. This afternoon, after I take the medicine, I'll cut off a roe deer leg and send it to you," Zhang Chen responded to Doctor Song.

The weather was hot, and it wasn't easy to preserve meat. Even if he wanted to make jerky, it would require a large amount of salt to prevent the jerky from rotting. The salt consumed would be enough to buy half a roe deer, so Zhang Chen didn't plan to make jerky. Instead, he was thinking about selling all the roe deer meat.

Doctor Song put away his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone: "That's great. I can improve my meals tonight."

Doctor Song said goodbye, and Wang Wu escorted him out of the yard. Then, he entered the house and began searching for a knife to butcher the roe deer: "You're sick in bed now, how can you still work? I'll butcher the roe deer for you and then take it out to sell. It's just for the villagers to eat, and the price won't be unfair to you."

Zhang Chen's heart was alarmed upon hearing this. He couldn't let Wang Wu butcher the roe deer. Wang Wu wasn't a fool; once he butchered the roe deer, he would surely notice the anomaly. At this moment, Zhang Chen's heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't think of a suitable excuse to stop Wang Wu.

Seeing that Wang Wu was about to finish sharpening the knife, Zhang Chen's eyes turned to the prescription on the table, and his eyes lit up: "Uncle Wang, don't butcher the roe deer. Hurry and get the medicine for me; I feel like I'm about to die."

Wang Wu paused his sharpening, then put down the knife, stood up, and walked towards the prescription, muttering: "You kid, you're usually as strong as a calf. How could you suddenly be so blood deficient? If I hadn't seen no wounds on your body, I would have thought you were injured and bitten by a large beast."

Wang Wu picked up the prescription and was about to leave when Zhang Chen quickly took out the silver from his sleeve and called out to Wang Wu's back: "Uncle Wang, you forgot to take the silver."

"How much can a dose of medicine cost? If you can recover peacefully, I'll thank the heavens. I'm still counting on you to take care of me in my old age," Wang Wu said casually as he walked.

Zhang Chen shook his head as he watched Wang Wu's back. The kindness between him and Wang Wu could no longer be measured by words or money.

After Wang Wu walked away, Zhang Chen looked at the roe deer lying on the ground, enduring the burning pain in his body. He got out of bed, picked up the knife, and began skinning and dividing the meat, cursing: "What a sin!"

Zhang Chen's knife was fast. As an old hunter with years of experience, the roe deer didn't last half an hour in Zhang Chen's hands. The skin had been peeled off, and even the thighs and internal organs had been separated.

After washing the blood stains on his hands, feeling the discomfort in his body, Zhang Chen lay on the bed and fell into a daze. He didn't know how long had passed when the smell of herbs wafted into the room. Wang Wu, holding the medicinal soup, entered the room and woke Zhang Chen up: "Kid, don't sleep. Get up and drink the medicine first!"

Zhang Chen opened his eyes. The sky was already dark. Smelling the scent of herbs, Zhang Chen didn't refuse, and he brought the medicinal soup to his lips and drank it down.

"When you were sleeping just now, I already sent the roe deer leg to Doctor Song. As for the roe deer meat, I only left you the fattest pork belly. The rest of the meat was sold to Cui the blacksmith. This guy has made a fortune recently and is very generous. Hearing that I was selling roe deer meat, he actually bought all of it," Wang Wu took out two taels of silver from his pocket and placed them on the table: "This is the money from selling the roe deer meat. Keep it safe."

"Uncle Wang, I haven't given you the money for the medicine yet. I can't take the money for the roe deer meat, even if it's for your hard work. After I finish taking the medicine, I'll settle the medicine money with you," Zhang Chen's eyes looked at Wang Wu.

Wang Wu, hearing this, said unhappily: "What kind of relationship do we have? Do we need to be so polite? I'm a lonely man, and I'm full when I'm full. What's the use of so much money? Who will I give it to after I die? If you can take care of your body, I'm willing to empty my family's wealth."

Zhang Chen grinned upon hearing this and didn't stand on ceremony with Wang Wu. In the years before he awakened his past life memories, he relied on Wang Wu's care. If it weren't for Wang Wu, the young Zhang Chen would have starved to death long ago.

The two talked for a while, and Wang Wu's eyes turned to Zhang Chen: "Don't go up the mountain tomorrow. I'll take care of your traps for you."

Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this. The falcon wouldn't starve to death if it didn't eat for three to five days.

"By the way, Uncle, stay away from Cui the blacksmith in the future. Don't have any more involvement with him," Zhang Chen finished drinking the medicine, put down the bowl, and looked at Wang Wu, reminding him.

Wang Wu was stunned upon hearing this and looked at Zhang Chen in surprise: "Why?"

Zhang Chen's mind raced upon hearing this, and he didn't hide anything. He told Wang Wu about Cui the blacksmith forging weapons for others. Given his relationship with Wang Wu, there was no need to hide such things.

"Does Uncle know why Cui the blacksmith has been so rich recently?" Zhang Chen asked rhetorically.

Wang Wu shook his head, and Zhang Chen lowered his voice: "Someone from outside the village asked him to forge weapons! And a lot of weapons!"