Kong might die to poisomn

“There is little more I can do here,” she said sadly. Then Penjaga went to Kong’s heavily heaving form, discovered bright bits of feather and balsa-wood fletching sticking out from his hairy hide. She walked around Kong’s great bulk, removing the long, splintery bamboo darts, tenderly applying herbs that had been wetted by immersion to the tiny punctures.
“There are so many,” she said. “I do not know if I can save him.”
“Try,” said Doc.
“Give me that bag about your neck, Gold Eyes,” Penjaga demanded.
Doc removed the strangely-scented pouch, now sopping wet.
Taking it, the Keeper approached the head of Kong, her aged voice breaking into a song that brought to mind a barbaric lullaby. She approached cautiously at first, then threw the contents of herbal bag into the air, releasing their scent.
To the astonishment of the others, Kong roused, emitting a contented grunt. Penjaga gave one dark wrist a reassuring pat, then proceeded to climb atop the tangled-fur chest like a sailor boarding a gently-heaving sailing craft.
Otherwise, Kong did not react.

Doc Savage: Skull Island, Chapter 54


PENJAGA THE KEEPER climbed down off the hairy breast of the once-mighty but now inert Kong.
“He may live,” she croaked. “He may not. We will know in one moon. Maybe two moons.”

Doc Savage: Skull Island, Chapter 56