222 Don't make me laugh to death.

In the bowl, she crushed the medicine, then took the medicine bowl and a basin of water with a towel inside and returned to the master bedroom.

Su Qingyue lifted Xiao Yishan's pants leg, exposing the swollen right ankle with two fang marks from the snakebite. Judging by the bruises near the wound, it seemed the second brother had tried to squeeze out the poison blood when he was bitten; otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted this long.

She opened the wardrobe and found a piece of cloth Chuan used to mend clothes. Chuan bought a lot of fabric last time he went to town, some for selling and some for household use.

Sitting back on the bed, she soaked the towel in the basin, then cleaned the snakebite wound on her second brother's ankle. She applied the medicinal paste to the wound, and wrapped the ankle with the cloth along with the paste.

Everyone in the room watched her actions with curiosity.

"Su Qingyue, what are you doing?" Qian Youfa asked in the room.