Sweetheart took advantage of the firelight to carefully lay Qinglang flat on the ground, and spread a lot of dry things around him to help him maintain his temperature.

As soon as her hands touched the first button on his body, she heard Qinglang say indistinctly, "Don't move, I have a wife." ”

Sweetheart's heart instantly seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, looking at his frowning brows, looking at the words he didn't forget to say in a coma, he was married...... So, has he been like this for the past five years, refusing all women's invitations?

She couldn't restrain her emotions anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, she gently stroked her clear eyebrows, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you deal with your wounds, be good." ”

The voice...... So familiar.

Situ Qinglang almost subconsciously called out: "Sweetheart, baby." ”

Sweetheart tears rained down, hugged Qinglang's body and cried loudly, she really missed him too much, for five years she fantasized about this day all the time, she returned with longing, but she was worried that he would really recognize him, so she lived by his side every day.

Situ Qinglang clutched his sweetheart's sleeve tightly, and a tear suddenly overflowed from the corner of his eye, and the sweetheart immediately wiped it off for him, and touched his forehead again - it was so hot that he had a fever.

She didn't care about her children's affection anymore, and immediately helped Qinglang take off her shirt, but this time Qinglang didn't struggle anymore, and cooperated to expose her upper body to the air.

He was so cold that he was shivering and trying to get some more warmth, but Sweetheart hurriedly pulled out his dry clothes and draped them over his lower abdomen, and carefully examined the arrow wound on his body.

The blood stains of the wound were black and purple, soaked in water, and the flesh of the wound was white and abnormally pink, obviously somewhat inflamed.

Seeing that the little man was at ease in the jungle, and that he had raised a monkey, she was most worried that the arrow would be poisonous. But the arrow penetrated Qinglang's body, and she couldn't pull it out directly, so she immediately opened the medicine box, took out the surgical instruments, and after sterilization, neatly divided the arrow into three sections, and then took the arrow out of his wound.

She scrutinized the arrows, and her instincts told her that they were poisoned. She took out a professional reagent to monitor, and sure enough, it was poisonous, and the poison could be fatal, but fortunately, Qing Lang fell into the water at that time, and the turbulent water greatly reduced the toxicity on the arrow, and he was lucky to save a small life.

The immediate priority is detoxification, which is safer and more effective than mouth sucking, followed by injections of serum, tetanus vaccine, and antidote, as well as the removal of inflamed and necrotic skin and flesh tissue, and suturing up the wound.

Sweetheart was busy for nearly two or three hours, she was frightened, after all, Qinglang didn't even have anesthetic, she was afraid that she would accidentally startle Qinglang and cause him to move and touch the wound again.

The arrow wound was in the lymph, and the toxin could be transported to the whole body quickly, and the sweetheart treatment was quite timely, and after stitching up the wound, she carefully examined it again, and helped him to remove the poison and bandage other large and small injuries on his body, which finally relieved.

Situ Qinglang curled up tightly, muttering cold, and the sweetheart simply changed all his clothes and pants, and used a dry cloth to help him wipe his body clean and put on dry clothes.

Finally, Situ Qinglang's breathing was no longer short, and his face was no longer flushed strangely. Sweetheart touched his forehead, and the fever began to subside.

"Ahh

She hurriedly changed her clothes, roasted the wet clothes of the two of them by the fire, boiled a pot of hot water, and waited quietly for Qinglang to wake up.