Wang Ping found a medical tray, the old-fashioned enamel tray with many black scars on the white edge, and put the syringe, aspirin tablets and a bottle of medical alcohol in it. After thinking for a while, he also put a plastic bottle of glucose solution on the table on the other side in, and then dragged it out of the room.
The enamel tray was dragged along the ground with a clanging sound, the medicine bottles and syringes inside were rolling around, and bubbles were shaking out of the glucose bottle.
Xiaohua heard the noise and followed curiously. She wanted to grab the medicine bottle on the tray with her paws, but Wang Ping turned and pushed her away. She stood aside reluctantly, her eyes following the movement of the medicine bottles on the tray.
When he got to the car door, Wang Ping put the tray on the ground, jumped into the car and opened the door. Gu Laosan leaned on the driver's seat with his head down, looking sick and sick.
In fact, although Gu Lang looked miserable at the moment, his internal symptoms had been alleviated a lot after Wang Ping's previous fever-reducing measures. In comparison, the external injuries he suffered afterwards seemed more serious. Especially the bumpy road, he didn't have a concussion, that was all because of Gu Lao San's good fortune.
Considering the difficulty of the operation, Wang Ping decided to perform an intramuscular injection in his arm, just like the vaccination he did when he was a child.
Tearing the sleeve off Gu Lang's right shoulder and pulling it down, Wang Ping pinched the cap of the alcohol bottle with two fingertips and unscrewed it, then climbed over him unsteadily holding the bottle of alcohol, wanting to get some alcohol to disinfect Gu Lang's arm.
However, as soon as the bottle of alcohol got close to his arm, the alcohol in the bottle swayed, and Wang Ping's claws were too slippery, so the whole bottle of alcohol spilled directly, pouring down his arm and onto Gu Lang. Then the bottle rolled all the way down and fell outside the car.
"Uh~oh..."
Gu Lang, who had been half-closed his eyes, groaned. This was the first time Gu Lang had made a relatively loud sound since leaving the Maasai Grassland. From this point of view, his health was undoubtedly getting better.
But it was no wonder that Gu Lang could still scream even in such a state. Half of his body was soaked with alcohol, and Wang Ping felt pain just looking at the numerous small wounds on his body, which were stimulated by the alcohol.
"Forget it, just consider this as disinfection!"
Wang Ping shrugged his shoulders in a funny way. Because of the bone structure, it looked like the bones behind his shoulders moved on their own, which was extremely weird.
Carefully picking up a syringe from the tray, Wang Ping jumped back into the car again, stepped on Gu Lang's shoulders and climbed onto the back of the seat. He bit off the needle cap with his mouth, clamped the syringe with the pads between his two paws, and tried his best to aim at the part of Gu Lang's arm with more flesh.
How did “veterinarians” give people injections in the past
Wang Ping tilted his head and thought for a while, then recalled his experience of getting an injection in the hospital. Following his memory, he pushed down with his claws and inserted the needle into Gu Lang's arm.
It seemed that he used too much force and the entire needle was not inserted into the flesh.
Pushing the medicine in the syringe with his chin, Wang Ping pulled out the syringe and threw it back into the tray. But the action of pulling out the needle seemed a little slow, or maybe it was because he didn't press it with a cotton ball? Anyway, after the syringe was pulled out, a bean-sized blood bead instantly bulged out from the pierced area.
While Wang Ping was still thinking about whether to wipe it, he saw Xiaohua, who was doing nothing on the side, running over again. She lowered her head close to the tray and sniffed the syringe he had thrown in. Someone hurriedly jumped down and pushed it aside.
There was still a bottle of glucose and a tablet on the tray. Because it was in a shatterproof plastic bottle, it was convenient for Wang Ping to use.
He used the tip of his claws to hook off the tin cardboard containing the pills and stuffed two pills into Gu Laosan's mouth. Then he used his claws to poke a hole at the mouth of the glucose solution bottle. Wang Ping stuffed the entire bottle mouth into Gu Lang's mouth, pinched the bottle and took a few gulps.
Perhaps because he was choked, Gu Lang coughed violently a few times, and even opened his eyes slightly to glance at Wang Ping, and then fell into a deep sleep again.
"Done! The rest is up to you!"
Wang Ping sat at the steering wheel, patted Gu Lang's chin, and placed the remaining glucose and aspirin on the dashboard so that if Gu Lang woke up, he would be able to see them first.
Xiao Hua was probably hungry, or maybe she was too bored, so she yawned, called out to Wang Ping a few times, and then ran towards the woods. Not long after, there was a faint commotion in the woods.
Letting Xiaohua go hunting on her own, Wang Ping returned to the house on the north side.
Just now, he had only taken a quick glance and had not had time to examine it carefully. Wang Ping really wanted to know what happened here.
Next to the infirmary, there is a slightly larger room, which is the dormitory for the male team members. The entrance to the basement is also in this dormitory.
But what surprised Wang Ping was that the other rooms, even the outermost door, were not locked, but only this room was locked.
After poking the keyhole with his claws for a long time, Wang Ping gave up decisively.
The items in this base were all personally selected by Captain Luke, including these security doors. Unless Wang Ping's flexible hands are still there and he has a set of handy tools, there is no way to open it.
Leaving the room on the north side, Wang Ping walked around the SUV and entered the public lounge on the other side.
The furnishings here are relatively simple. Apart from a small dormitory, there is a row of seats outside and a simple small kitchen with all the pots, pans and utensils needed.
However, the security team rarely used this kitchen. Even with the existence of this base, they only used it for rest when they were on a mission. Most of the rest of the time they spent in the wild woods or grasslands. They only ate compressed biscuits and nutritional supplements.
Wang Ping looked at the dust on the tables and chairs here, and it seemed that no one had used them for a while.
There are not many armed rangers in the Ngorongoro Nature Reserve, and because they have to patrol the entire reserve at the same time, there is no fixed patrol time for each area.
People usually patrolled based on the tips and missions of informants. Some areas would not have any teams passing through for half a month.
Judging from the current situation here, Gu Lang can rest assured and recuperate for a period of time.
"Hmm..."
The sun had already risen high, and the air in the forest was languid. Although the doubts in his heart were not answered, Wang Ping was relieved because he had finally injected Gu Lang with the drug. He felt exhausted all of a sudden.
All in all, Wang Ping hadn't had a good rest for two whole nights.
Back to the open space outside the house, Wang Ping found a shady corner in the north, and leaned on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, waiting for Xiaohua to return from hunting while taking a nap. But perhaps because it was close to the river, the ground was a little damp. Wang Ping leaned on the ground for a while, and then felt a little itchy, so he ran back to the car and fell asleep in a ball on the passenger seat.
...
Gu Lang felt like he had just had a long dream. One moment, Wang Ping was torturing him, and the next moment, he was in the hospital, with a beautiful nurse giving him an injection. It was hard to tell which was real and which was illusory.
However, the nurse who gave me the injection seemed a bit rough, and the place on my arm where I was pierced was still aching slightly.
"Water... Grandma, pour me some water..."
Gu Lang murmured in a daze. All around him was quiet, with only a sound coming from the breeze blowing through the trees.
About half an hour later, Gu Lang raised his head and opened his eyes a little. He felt thirsty and felt pain all over his body. His arms were so heavy that he didn't even want to lift them.
In his blurred vision, he saw what looked like a water bottle next to him. With no time to think, Gu Lang picked up the plastic water bottle, which was a little stuffy, and touched the lid with his right hand, trying to unscrew it.
Unfortunately, I seemed to have no strength in my hands, and after twisting for a long time, I couldn't twist the bottle cap. But because my left hand was a little stronger, I squeezed the water out.
Seeing this, Gu Lang simply put the bottle to his mouth, squeezed the bottle hard with both hands, and squeezed all the water inside into his mouth.
The water is slightly warm and a little sweet, emmm... it tastes quite good.
Throwing the shriveled bottle aside, Gu Lang took a deep breath, leaned his head back, and fell into deep sleep again.