night
Even the last camel was killed, and the anxiety made it impossible to sleep.
The companion woke up and found Lao Li who was also unable to sleep. "Do you think we can all reach Pangtong? If there is no more food ahead, we will have to eat our own people."
"No. There's another cactus growing area ahead."
Old Li swallowed and looked into the distance with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Because of long-term lack of water, he said with a hoarse voice, "Everyone has collected a lot of urine, so hold on.
The cactus is cold-resistant and won't die so quickly. There is also a group of gray wolves there. If we can kill them, we will have the capital to support us all the way to Pangtong."
Gray wolves in the desert live in groups.
They always appear in groups, are fast and ferocious, and kill camels, horses, and people...
This is the creature that the camel caravans are most afraid of encountering.
A group of refugees who have struggled to get here and a group of wild beasts in the desert, it is not certain who will be food for whom.
After hearing what he said, his companion sighed deeply, "If you can't hold on any longer, eat me first. Then start killing the fat ones and try to save as many people as possible, so that at least some of the Li Gaga bloodline remains."
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The group of cacti they were talking about was now lighting a bonfire.
Fu Anan had previously taken down a lot of wood from someone else's Gobi Desert, so he has no shortage of firewood recently.
Following the firelight, she checked Lu Shen's injuries.
The wound on his waist did not fester or become inflamed, and it actually healed the best.
The rest of the ground ones are not okay.
Some wounds become purulent to a greater or lesser extent due to sweat, inadequate cleaning, or the ineffectiveness of medication. Some are relatively mild and can be washed with saline; some are more serious, with sticky pus starting to flow down and the wound festering.
Medicines are scarce nowadays and there is no way to treat him.
Fu Anan thought of the wound that had been scalded for him, "Why don't I scald it for you again?"
"good."
Lu Shen was even more cruel than she said.
"I don't have a knife."
Fu Anan had a miserable time this time. Apart from the two long iron hooks, he couldn't find any useful weapons.
"I have."
Lu Shen took out a crescent-shaped knife from her bosom. It was wrapped with a cloth strip. After opening it, she used it to cut the barbecue and found it was very sharp.
"Can!"
Fu Anan held it in the air and gestured. It was very easy to use. She threw the iron hook into the flames and burned it, then took out the wooden stick that Lu Shen had bitten before.
The service was attentive and considerate.
A barefoot doctor who has changed his profession feels a lot of psychological pressure when performing surgery on patients.
She held the blade over the flame to sterilize it, and washed the wound with salt water before she dared to cut it.
Some of the rotten flesh was full of pus, so when the knife was pressed down, it was squeezed out. The weather was too hot, and the wound was too rotten, so Fu Anan tried to control his shaking hands and quickly cut out the rotten flesh.
With a sizzling sound, there was another mark of an iron hook on it. After cleaning all the rotten parts on his body, Lu Shen's face turned pale, but he didn't even cry out.
Fu Anan fed him some salt water and a few pieces of meat, then patted his arm appreciatively. What a patient guy!
"I respect you as a man."
Lu Shen: "You slapped my wound with your hand."
Good night everyone, go to bed early~
(End of this chapter)