762.
Pulling out the dagger, the blood stains originally stained on it had been washed away by the rain.
Cut the sleeping bag from the side and spread it out to use it as a quilt.
He handed it to Sharapova and Del and said, "You two, keep your clothes covered. Your bodies have been soaked by the rain and you can easily catch cold."
Driving the car quickly, the wet pants were very uncomfortable to wear, mainly because they kept sticking to his legs, and Zhang Feng had to keep moving.
The sound of even breathing came from the back seat. Looking through the rearview mirror, I saw that Sharapova had fallen into a deep sleep.
Due to the exhaustion of physical energy and the pressure in the heart of being kidnapped, now that I have eaten, it is time to take a nap.
"Take off your pants." Dai'er's voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and said casually: "It's okay, it will do it by itself in a while."
I said this, but I was complaining in my heart. It was really uncomfortable. If it weren't for you two women, I would have stripped naked a long time ago, so why would I have to suffer this pain.
"Take it off, we're both asleep anyway."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched again. Could it be that you fell asleep too? Then who is talking to me? ghost
However, he also understood that Dai'er said this for his own good.
Looking through the rearview mirror, I saw her squinting her eyes.
After a slight hesitation, the car stopped steadily on the roadside.
He raised his buttocks and took off his wet pants. He found the pants that had been removed from the dead body from his pocket. He was about to put them on when he looked down at his wet underwear.
Looking back at Dai'er, seeing that she still had her eyes closed, she gritted her teeth and took off her underwear.
He put on his two-piece wet trousers and threw them out of the lowered car window.
Whizzing.
Although the air conditioner blows warm air, there is still a feeling of cold wind blowing on the balls.
With lightning speed, he put on his dry pants.
Huh.
Zhang Feng took two deep breaths. Why the hell are two women changing their pants more nervous than killing an enemy
Restart the car and drive quickly along the road towards Brasilia.
As the sky became dim and bright, the heavy rain that fell in the middle of the night finally stopped.
Zhang Feng yawned and looked at his watch. It was already four o'clock in the morning, the time when humans are most sleepy.
In two or three hours, we will enter the territory of Brasilia. At that time, we can contact the old beggar and ask him to send someone to contact him.
Just bear with it a little longer.
He opened the window a little for ventilation, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started smoking slowly.
Ahem.
Before he finished smoking a cigarette, he heard a cough from behind him.
Zhang Feng thought he was choking on the smell of his own cigarette and coughed, so he quickly threw the cigarette butt out of the car window.
Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he quickly looked back and saw that Dai'er's originally fair cheeks were now red.
Damn, the thing I was most worried about happened!
He quickly stopped the car on the side of the road and put his hand on Dai'er's forehead, which was hot.
Even though I don’t have a thermometer, I can probably tell that the temperature of the fever is over thirty-nine degrees!
The fever must be brought down immediately, otherwise, the fever may be life-threatening if it reaches 40 degrees, and the nerves may even be burned out.
He gently patted Dai'er's cheek and shouted urgently: "Diel, wake up, wake up."
In such a situation, she must stay awake, otherwise she will be in trouble if she becomes dizzy.
"Huh?" Dai'er couldn't open her eyes, leaving only a gap, and her expression was dazed.
But Sharapova woke up, yawned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Dai'er has a high fever, it's very serious!" Zhang Feng said briefly.
He sat back in his seat again, frowning, and he had to find a way to bring down the fever quickly.
Sharapova grabbed Del's arm nervously, "Del, how are you?"
"I cough, it's okay cough"
Zhang Feng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Although she got caught in the rain last night, she put on dry clothes when she came back. Even if she caught a cold or had a fever, it wouldn't be that serious!
Suddenly he thought of what caused Dai'er's high fever.
He pushed open the door and got out of the car, opened the rear door on Dai'er's side, and opened the sleeping bag covering Dai'er's body.
He stretched out his hand to grab Dai'er's injured foot, pinched the slender white ankle with his palm, and looked at the center of her foot.
hiss.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but take a breath of air.
The infection is inflamed, which is why the fever is so high.
Seeing the wound festering, Sharapova covered her mouth in surprise and said after a long time: "What should I do now?"
"Ma Shan must treat her wound, otherwise the inflammation will always be there and the high fever will not go down. And if the wound continues to fester like this, even if it is treated, it will easily leave sequelae."
"Roll up her trouser legs and put her feet up." Zhang Feng put Dai'er's feet on Sharapova's hand and quickly ran towards the trunk of the car.
He remembered there was a bottle of half-drunk vodka in the trunk.
After taking out the wine, Zhang Feng poured the wine on the dagger and lit it with a lighter. It burned with a blue flame and made a sizzling sound.
Put away the remaining wine. In the absence of medical alcohol, high-concentration spirits such as vodka can be used to replace medical alcohol for disinfection.
In fact, the best is Chinese liquor, because it doesn't have too many spices added to it like foreign wine, and it is more pure.
Sharapova couldn't find a place to place Del's feet, so she directly placed her ankles on her knees.
After the flame on the dagger went out, Zhang Feng walked over with the dagger in hand.
He carefully checked the injuries on her feet again and frowned even more.
The wound was very deep and filled with pus.
If medical equipment is available, the pus inside can be cleaned. But now there is only one dagger. If you keep it, you can only clean the pus inside by cutting a small wound.
"Grass!"
Zhang Feng muttered a curse, looked at Sharapova, and said, "Turn your head away! I didn't ask you to look back, so just look out the window!"
Although Sharapova didn't know why he suddenly got angry, she obeyed and turned her head toward the window.
Staring at the wound on Dai'er's sole, Zhang Feng slowly lowered his head.
Three minutes later.
"Pooh!"
He picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth. The pungent and spicy alcohol taste diluted the taste in his mouth.
Huh.
Taking two deep breaths, Zhang Feng got into the car again, holding a dagger, and carefully and slowly cut off the festering flesh around the wound.
He moved very slowly, for fear of hurting her. Fortunately, Dai'er was already dizzy with fever, and when she felt the pain, she just made a few low moans.