“I’ll go into town for a doctor,” the other says. He runs ten kilometres to a small town and finds the only doctor busy delivering a baby.
“I can’t leave,” the doctor says. “But here’s what to do. Take a knife, cut a small mark where the bite is, suck out the poison and spit it out.”
The guy runs back to his friend, who is in agony, asking, “What did the doctor say?”
“He says you’re gonna die.”