"The African Boomslang?
Is its venom potent?" The man asked anxiously.
William Cole took the little girl, quickly laid her on the bamboo bed in the hall and found the bite wound on her ankle. He asked Michele Keith to bring the lancet as he needed to cut open the wound to let out the poisoned blood.
At the same time, he said, "It's far more than just potent. The African Boomslang ranks second in toxicity among all the snakes of the African savannah, surpassed only by the Black Mamba."
"This snake is a young one, not fully grown, otherwise, your daughter would have been dead on the way to here."
"So, my daughter is fine now?" The woman let out a sigh of relief.
William Cole shook his head, "Not necessarily. Even the venom of a juvenile Boomslang is terrifying."
"A juvenile Boomslang could easily kill ten adults."