The Blood – Licking Wolf chapter 1

Humans sometimes hunt wolves not only with hunting tools but also relying on their inborn nature of hating evil…

The Magical Folk Remedy

A research institute in the United States needed a wolf for anatomical research. After getting approval from the relevant government department, they entrusted the villagers in a small mountain village near Yellowstone National Park to hunt the wolf. The wolf for anatomical research couldn’t have any damage to its fur or internal organs. So, it was not an easy task as they couldn’t use traps or guns for hunting.

Due to the government’s hunting ban, an old hunter named Jack, who was nearly sixty years old and used to make a living by hunting, was eager to have a go at it. He volunteered to take on this job. Jack had a unique skill in hunting wolves. His hunting tool this time was not a knife or a gun but a purplish – red “corn cob”. This “corn cob” was made of a triangular scraper dipped in rabbit blood. In the cold winter in the area near Yellowstone, where it was freezing cold, Jack dipped the triangular scraper in rabbit blood and then put it outside. The rabbit blood froze quickly. He repeated this process of dipping and freezing many times. Eventually, the blade of the scraper was tightly wrapped in rabbit blood, turning it into a purplish – red “corn cob”.

Just as Jack was about to go hunting, his nephew, Tom, came to visit him. Tom lived in the suburbs of a nearby city. They didn’t see each other often. Tom’s visit during the heavy snow that blocked the mountains made Jack wonder what he wanted. After some small talk, Tom told Jack the purpose of his visit. “One of my neighbors has an arm injury. It’s not only a bone injury but the wound has started to fester. I want to get some medicine from you to treat him.”

In the past, Jack was not only a well – known hunter in the area but also an expert in using folk remedies to treat injuries, famous within a hundred – mile radius. Jack asked Tom, “Why didn’t your neighbor go to the hospital? Why did he come all the way to this remote mountain area to seek treatment from me?”

Tom replied, “You’re a master at treating injuries. Wounds treated by you heal quickly and have no after – effects. The city hospitals can’t match your skills.”

Jack looked closely at Tom’s expression and asked, “Your neighbor’s injury is on the arm. Why didn’t he come here himself?”

Tom scratched his head and sighed, saying that his neighbor couldn’t stand the long – distance bus ride and the nearly ten – mile walk on the icy road.

Jack stared at Tom’s face and said, “I do have some folk remedies for injuries, but I don’t know what kind of injury your neighbor has. How can I prescribe the right medicine?”

Tom said that his neighbor was shot. He explained, “The local militia was having live – fire shooting training. My neighbor didn’t know it was a shooting range and got hit by a stray bullet.”

Jack stood up and said, “In that case, you take me to see the patient so that I can prescribe the right medicine according to his condition.”

Tom waved his hand and said, “You’re so old. How can I trouble you? Please just give me a folk remedy now, and I’ll take it back.”

Jack said that without seeing the patient, he at least needed to know the exact time of the injury, the patient’s age, and physical condition. Otherwise, it would be difficult to prescribe the right medicine. Tom had to tell Jack some information about the patient as required.