Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Tong Sanlang carefully rolled up the sleeve of Qiao Xiaomai’s arm, washed the wound with the Spiritual Spring water, and then applied his saliva to the wound.

The wound was about a finger long, thin, and continuously seeping with threads of blood.

According to past experiences, once saliva was applied to the wound, it would scab over in a short time.

Both of them stared at the thin bloody slit, without blinking.

After a moment, Tong Sanlang spoke, “It’s not healing.”

“It must be because there’s not enough saliva. Spit out some more.” Qiao Xiaomai extended her hand again.

Tong Sanlang did as she suggested, and spat on it again.

Still, it had no effect.

“There must not be enough. Try again,” Qiao Xiaomai extended her hand once more.

A moment later, the wound continued to bleed.

Tong Sanlang broke the silence before Qiao Xiaomai could, his tone was serious. “This isn’t about there not being enough saliva, you’re genuinely infected with the virus. The saliva… is useless.”

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, her tone unchanging, she pointed to the dog’s brain on the ground, “Then let’s use this.”

“Fighting poison with poison… that’s too risky, I don’t believe in it. I would rather test the poison on myself.” Tong Sanlang looked at her, his tone firm.

“Fine, but we should wait until we’re out of solution to test it on ourselves.” As Qiao Xiaomai spoke, she bent down to pick up her handkerchief.

“You’re resisting inside.” Tong Sanlang remarked in a calm voice.

Qiao Xiaomai’s eyelids fluttered.

Alright, she was indeed resisting.

Forgive her, she was just a literature scholar whose biggest hobby was gourmet food, she really didn’t know the effect of this method.

With the obvious rabies virus inside the dog’s brain, would counteracting poison with poison really work?

She remembered reading some online novels where transmigrators used the cowpox-infected vaccinations to treat smallpox. Wasn’t that also counteracting poison with poison?

Searching her memory, she furrowed her brows in frustration.

She couldn’t remember. When she was reading that novel, she glossed over the specifics to follow the plot.

Well, never mind. Let’s just fight poison with poison.

Tong Sanlang’s saliva was useless, and she didn’t want to die, there’s no other choice.

“Or… you! Tong Sanlang!” Her voice suddenly raised, and then she jumped up from the small stool.

Tong Sanlang had actually taken advantage of her moment of distraction to silently lick her wound!

She stared at the man before her, gritting her teeth in ire, “Are you suicidal?”

Tong Sanlang gave her a small smile, resolution visible in it, “I am, but only if something happens to you. If you get hurt, I won’t be able to go on either. Come here, let me suck the poisoned blood out of your wound.”

Qiao Xiaomai”…”

She stamped her feet, but sat back down on the stool, raising her hand to hit him on the shoulder, “You fool! The poisoned blood has already circulated throughout my body!”

She didn’t hold back with her slap, and Tong Sanlang gasped from the impact, his handsome face crumpled in pain.

Feeling unsatisfied, Qiao Xiaomai slapped him again, “I’ve already told you that I know how you feel. You don’t have to go this far!”

Tong Sanlang drew a breath again, his handsome face resembling Qiao Changshun’s gnarled bark.

Qiao Xiaomai gritted her teeth and gave him another slap, though this time on the other shoulder, to avoid actually injuring him, “Fool, why don’t you learn from me! If something happens to you, I might happily be looking for my next spring!”

At her words, Tong Sanlang couldn’t help but smile. He grasped Qiao Xiaomai’s arm, “Alright, alright, stop hitting. I’ve already licked it, let me suck out the poisoned blood.”

His tone was gentle and doting, and combined with his dazzling eyebrows and handsome smile, it was like a heavy beam of light penetrating Qiao Xiaomai’s gaze.

Burdened, yet warm.

Caught off guard, she bit her lip, no longer resisting.