It's really a good scenery here, I climbed to the top of the tree with a lot of effort, looked down, everywhere is a thriving, leafy scene, the more I climbed high, the more I didn't dare to look down, I could only look at the top of the tree, and strive to pass through the layers of branches and leaves, so as to be able to see the sun, I didn't dare to look down then I looked far away, I was not wrong at all, when I looked around, a wisp of cooking smoke not far away made me excited, people are crowded, someone can have smoke, I understand it this way, So I boldly guessed that there must have been a lovely friend cooking a delicious meal in the smoke not far away, and he must have been overjoyed to see me, and then we hit it off at first sight, and ate heartily, so that in the past two days, my stomach filled with only wild fruits did not fight twice, and I didn't care to see what the sun father, so I hurried down the tree, and ran towards the unknown fireworks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I finally found the "smoke" I saw on the top of the tree, I was presented with a scene of a pile of wood about to go out, a lifeless man, and a captured dog, if I read it right, a husky? I wondered.

"Hey, hello?" Although there was no good meal, at least I should be happy to see a figure, I showed favor to the man from afar, but unfortunately he didn't seem to react, "Are you okay?" I asked as I continued to walk, I wouldn't hang up, I was beating a drum in my heart.

"Hello?" I tentatively pushed the lifeless man in front of me, but he fell to the ground without warning, "Wow, it's not going to die." Thinking like this, I resisted the urge to run with my legs, and trembled and reached on his wrist, "It's okay, it's okay, I still have a pulse." I muttered to myself, and hurriedly picked him up to check, he had a wound on his chest, maybe the wound was infected, or he had lost too much blood, or he was poisoned? In short, he has a high fever at the moment.

I know some herbs, know a little bit of medicine, you insist on saying that I can cure diseases, then I can only say that I am really two knives in this regard, but now there is no way, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, I can only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor, this is the first time I treat and save people, in fact, I still enjoy this feeling, but when I think of the life of the man in front of me, thinking that his life and death may be in my hands, I inexplicably have a kind of pressure, it seems that doctors are really not messy, quacks can kill people.

I gritted my teeth and helped him clean up the wound, at this time the herbs I carried with me when I left the palace seemed to come in handy, in short, I applied everything that could be applied externally to him on the wound, I really tried my best, after finishing these, the sun gradually sank in the west, I wiped the sweat on my forehead, and looked at the blood on my hands but nowhere to clean, it was really sad, and then look at the dog that had been staring at me viciously, what was the situation with it? I saw that one of its claws was buckled by an iron ring, and the iron ring was tied to the tree on the side of the chain, the paw it was buckled with blood, it seems that there must be another mechanism in the iron ring, I want to help it, in the memory of the previous life, humans and dogs get along very closely, but in this ancient time, in the absence of a rabies vaccine, against such a vicious and seriously injured giant dog, I still can't help but be afraid, please forgive my cowardice, I can only express my deep apologies to it.

After placing the man who was in a coma with a high fever, I turned around and walked into the depths of the dense forest, the delicious food was gone, I could only continue to look for wild fruits, and I still wanted three people, fortunately, it was now the golden autumn and October, and there were a lot of wild fruits on the mountain, after a while, I returned to the starting place with a bunch of wild fruits, and it was most of the day's work, everything here was still the same, a pile of firewood that was not extinguished, a person who was half dead, and a dog who was half awake and not asleep.

I sighed and probed the man's forehead, it was still very hot, it was getting late and cold, how could he stand it like this, I put him away, turned around and went to pound the pile of firewood, fortunately there was enough firewood, but it was not completely extinguished, just a strong smoke, there was smoke and fire, I blew at it violently, and finally it was rekindled, but I was tired and fell to the ground, tears came out of my eyes, and my brain seemed to be a little deprived of oxygen, but I still struggled to get up, and it took a lot of effort to drag the man to the fire, Then I leaned beside him, gobbling up wild fruits, I don't know if it was because I was hungry, the fruits in this mountain were sweet and sour. After solving my own food and clothing, I began to patiently squeeze the juice into the sleeping man's mouth, and the flesh of the squeezed fruit was all regularly placed on his forehead, I vaguely felt that this might be a good way to reduce fever, no cold towel, I used cold pulp, I was secretly proud, and finally the remaining fruit I stuffed the herbs into it and threw them all to the dog, "Eat, eat, eat, your claws and claws will not hurt." I said to it from afar, and it seemed to be very hungry, and in a few bites I swallowed the fruit, and then I happily said goodnight to it, and leaned against the man and slept contentedly.

I had a good night's sleep, and when I woke up in the morning, I realized that the company of these two creatures who had no ability to protect themselves could also make me feel so relieved, and I was even more determined to treat them well. The man still had a high fever and showed no signs of improvement, but the dog seemed to be much more energetic, and his wounded paws were no longer bleeding, but its barking made me wonder a little, maybe it was a wolf dog? Is it just a wolf? I really can't remember what the wolf in the zoo looked like in my previous life, and in the end I still can't tell it.

Today I am the same, picking firewood to make a fire, picking wild fruits to fill my stomach, and picking some herbs to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation, I watched the dog eat from a distance, and patiently served the wounded to drink juice, and then changed the wound dressing, this day is also full, anyway, I am also an idle person, not in a hurry, or many stay in this forest for a day can be safer, this good person and good deed can be regarded as done thoroughly.

That night, the wounded man finally woke up, in fact, I was woken up by the howling of the dog, and then I saw that he who had always been lying beside me was sitting at the moment, one man and one dog in a posture that was incompatible, and the dog kept howling.

"Shut up, dog!" I yelled at the dog, for I was afraid that its bark would bring the wolf to me, it was so fucking infiltrating, and my roar worked, but it shut up, but it still glared at the man next to me with a fierce look.

"Are you awake?" I gave up my dogs and cared about the men around me.

"Who are you?" He asked, the firelight reflecting his face, but I still couldn't make out his expression.

"You were injured, I happened to meet you, and I took care of you for two days, are you better now?" I turned around, trying to see his current situation through the firelight, "Let me try your fever?" "I couldn't tell by looking at it alone, so I reached for his forehead.

With a "snap", he slapped my hand away from him without hesitation.

"I just wanted to see if your fever was gone." I withdrew my hand a little embarrassed and rubbed the painful part of the slap he had slapped.

"I said." Seeing that he didn't pay attention to me, I deliberately cleared my throat, anyway, I am also his savior, why didn't this person even say a word of thanks.

"My name is Wang Nianzhi, you can call me Nian'er, what about you?" I patiently tried to communicate with him. I didn't get a response for a long time, and I couldn't help it, "Anyway, I'm also your savior, what kind of attitude do you have." I also said to him with a bad attitude.

"I forgot." He said thoughtfully.

"Forgot?" I raised my voice unconsciously, "Forgot something?" ”

"All of them." The answer was calm, and the emotional one was me.

"Amnesia?" I thought it was incredible, and then I thought that anything was possible, and then I added, "It must have burned out my brain." "I firmly believe that I gave him all the trauma medicine, and I would never treat him stupidly.

"Then you don't even remember who you are?" After asking, I saw his blank face, "Think about it again, think about why you got hurt?" Why are you here? And the dog, is it stuck there for you? I continued to guide him to recall, but I could see from his face that he must not remember at all.