He didn't really see what kind of snake it was; anyway, the wound was excruciatingly painful. Hua Hua stared at his wound, watching it swell little by little, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
Quickly he tore off his clothes, yanked hard but couldn't rip it. Hua Hua got up and hobbled a few steps on one foot, leaned against a tall tree, and vigorously rubbed his clothes against the tree trunk. Finally, he made a tear. Hua Hua then pulled hard again, tore a piece of cloth from his shirt, and quickly wrapped it around his leg several times.
The self-rescue knowledge for snake bites was something he had learned at the training base in the Sahara Desert.
"Damn it, why am I so unlucky?" Hua Hua quickly tied it tightly, the wound was already swelling severely, and picked up the phone to dial an SOS emergency call.
