I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 37 Golden Blood (Part )
Doctor Song looked at Zhang Chen's pale skin with his eyes full of disbelief. He really couldn't understand how a person could survive without so much blood.

This is truly incredible!

"Don't worry, little brother. I will prescribe some tonic for you to replenish your lost energy and blood. I will make you full of energy in a few days." Doctor Song looked Zhang Chen up and down with curiosity in his eyes, but he did not continue to ask why Zhang Chen was still alive after losing so much blood.

Doctor Song spread out his writing brush and ink, and soon wrote out a prescription as if possessed by god, and placed it on the table: "Little brother, follow the prescription and take the medicine. It won't take seven days, and I will cure you in good health."

Zhang Chen smiled palely when he heard this, and while trying to hold back the burning sensation in his body, he took out five coins from his sleeve and handed them to the doctor: "Thank you for your help, Uncle Song. I'll give you five coins as a token of my appreciation. I'd like to buy you a drink."

Doctor Song smiled and did not take the money from Zhang Chen. Instead, he pointed at the musk deer in the yard and said, "I don't want your money either. We live in the same village. Asking for money would make it seem strange. Just cut me a piece of musk deer meat."

Zhang Chen was shocked when he heard this. The musk deer had its blood sucked by him and there was no blood in the musk deer meat. If he cut it open at this time, Wang Wu and Doctor Song would probably find something wrong.

Wang Wu did not answer. The musk deer was not his, but was brought back by Zhang Chen from hunting. Although he had a good relationship with Zhang Chen, he could not make the decision for Zhang Chen.

"It's not easy to dissect a roe deer. Uncle Song, please go back for now. I'll take medicine this afternoon and cut a roe deer leg for you." Zhang Chen responded to Doctor Song.

The weather is hot nowadays, and it is not easy to preserve meat. Even if you want to make it into jerky, you need a lot of salt to keep the meat from rotting. The salt consumed is enough to buy half a roe deer. So Zhang Chen does not plan to make jerky, but is thinking about selling all the roe deer meat.

Doctor Song put away his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone upon hearing this: "That's great, we can improve the food tonight."

Doctor Song said goodbye, and Wang Wu escorted him out of the yard, then went into the house and began to look for a knife to butcher the roe deer: "You are sick in bed now, how can you work? I will butcher the roe deer for you, and then sell it. It will be eaten by the villagers, young and old, and the price will not let you lose money."

Zhang Chen was shocked when he heard this. He didn't dare ask Wang Wu to dissect the roe deer. Wang Wu was not a fool. Once he dissected the roe deer, he would definitely notice something unusual. Zhang Chen was panicked at this moment. Looking at Wang Wu sharpening the knife, he racked his brains but couldn't think of a suitable excuse to stop Wang Wu.

Seeing that Wang Wu was about to finish sharpening the knife, Zhang Chen looked at the prescription on the table and his eyes lit up: "Uncle Wang, don't go dissect the roe deer. Just get me some medicine quickly. I feel like I'm dying."

Wang Wu paused while sharpening the knife, then put it down, stood up and walked towards the prescription, muttering, "You are usually as strong as a calf, how come you are suddenly so short of blood? If I hadn't seen any 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. Zhang Chen quickly took out some silver from his sleeve and shouted to Wang Wu from behind, "Uncle Wang, you forgot to take the silver."

"How much does a dose of medicine cost? I'll be thankful if you can recover safely. I'm counting on you to take care of me in my old age." Wang Wu said nonchalantly as he walked.

Zhang Chen looked at Wang Wu's back and shook his head. The kindness between him and Wang Wu could not be measured by words or money. When Wang Wu walked away, Zhang Chen looked at the roe deer lying on the ground. He endured the burning pain in his body, got out of bed, picked up a knife and started to peel the skin and cut the meat, cursing: "What a sin!"

Zhang Chen's knife was very sharp. As an experienced hunter with many years of experience, he could skin a roe deer in less than half an hour, and even cut off its thighs and other internal organs.

After cleaning the blood stains on his hands, Zhang Chen fell into a deep sleep while feeling the discomfort in his body. After an unknown amount of time, a scent of herbs wafted through the room. Wang Wu walked into the room with some medicine and woke Zhang Chen up: "Boy, don't sleep any more. Get up and drink the medicine first!"

When Zhang Chen opened his eyes, it was already dark. Smelling the scent of the herbs, Zhang Chen did not refuse. He brought the medicine to his mouth and drank it.

"While you were sleeping, I had already sent the roe deer legs 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. He has become rich recently and is very generous. When he heard that I wanted to sell roe deer meat, he actually bought all of it." Wang Wu took out two taels of silver from his pocket and put it on the table: "This is the money from selling the roe deer meat. Keep it carefully."

"Uncle Wang, I haven't given you the money for the medicine yet. I absolutely cannot take the money for the musk deer meat. Even if it is money for your hard work, I will pay you after I finish taking the medicine." Zhang Chen looked at Wang Wu.

Wang Wu was annoyed when he heard this: "What is our relationship? Do we need to be so polite? I am a lonely man. If I am full, my family will not be hungry. Why do I need so much money? Who will it be given to after I die? If you can take good care of yourself, I will be happy to empty my family's wealth."

Zhang Chen grinned when he heard that, and did not bother to be polite with Wang Wu. In the years before he awakened his memories of his past life, he relied on Wang Wu for 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 looked at Zhang Chen and said, "Don't go up the mountain tomorrow. I will take away your trap for you."

Zhang Chen nodded when he heard this. A falcon would not starve to death if it did not eat for three to five days.

"By the way, uncle, stay away from Blacksmith Cui in the future and don't have anything to do with him again." Zhang Chen finished drinking the medicine, put down the bowl, looked at Wang Wu, and gave him a warning.

Wang Wu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zhang Chen in surprise: "Why?"

Zhang Chen's mind turned when he heard this, but he did not hide anything and told Cui the blacksmith about making weapons for others. Given his relationship with Wang Wu, there was no need to hide this matter.

"Uncle, do you know why blacksmith Cui has become so rich and prosperous these days?" Zhang Chen asked in return.

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

(End of this chapter)