Sitting on the edge of the fire, Song Yong used the knife that had burned on the flame in his hand to directly cut an abscess on the arm of a member of the Cangyan tribe, the boss.

Later, after vigorously squeezing out the thick juice, a little sterilized iodine was applied.

After a bandage was applied, there was a talk about the treatment of the patient, which was completely over.

Of course, in terms of necessary medical advice, as well as guidance on follow-up medication, Song Yong will still come a little bit.

Song Yong slapped four oral penicillin capsules directly into his opponent's hand, and then opened his mouth to admonish:

"Remember to eat one of these things every morning and evening, and then remember to be careful not to touch the wound with the dirt, and if nothing else, it will be fine in a few days. ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yong instinctively shouted in his mouth: "Next." ”

Then, no new patients came in with a smile on their faces.

At this time, the poor young man finally realized one thing: he had finally survived this long and painful activity of 'sending doctors to the countryside'.

Yes!

The process of treating these primitive people is called a great ordeal, and Song Yong feels that it is very appropriate.

In the modern plane, he is a great person, and his medical skills are limited to a little knowledge of hygiene.

Now, he is facing all kinds of strange diseases, relying on a little hygiene common sense, and a little common medicine to treat diseases and save people.

This feeling is so strange that it is really a painful experience: what a sin!

The only thing that can be thankful is that the primitive era is not a modern plane where doctors are complained about at every turn, or even beaten.

In this Gada, the people are called a simple, and if you are cured, it is a witch who has the means to reach the sky.

If it can't be cured, it's because you're not lucky enough, or if you offend someone you don't know, you're punished, and the blame is all your own.

If you dare to call a 'liar' because the treatment is not effective, you can try it if you have the ability.

See if the leaders of your tribe and the rest of your clan will lift you up and throw you into the fire, so that you can return directly to the arms of the ancestral spirits.

What's more, Song Yong can estimate that he has given some drugs from the modern plane with such a treatment, and at most the effect of the treatment is not good, or it has no effect.

Illness aggravation and death are things that will never happen.

In this way, the courageous Song Yong worked for at least two hours, and finally after reaping the gratitude of dozens of patients, he successfully fooled around and sent him to the countryside this time.

It is also worth mentioning that there is a disease about the hooligan.

In the squeaky narration, Song Daodao judged one point: this product has not lived as a husband and wife for too long, and the eating and drinking of big fish and meat every day in the tribe makes him a little angry.

This kind of little thing is definitely not going to die.

It's okay to let this thing continue to hold back, but it can greatly increase the strength of the right arm.

Therefore, Brother Yong kindly gave his subordinates a word: Get out of ......

"Dear Lord Gray Rabbit, thank you so much today, do you want to come and drink some hot water?" Seeing that Song Yong was busy with his work, Qing Yan, who had been standing next to him, hurriedly stepped forward to offer his courtesy.

I don't know who in the caravan he heard from the mouth of Song Yong's strange habit of drinking only boiling water in his usual time.

Besides, in Song Yong's explanation just now, he also instructed many patients to drink more boiled water.

When Song Yong was busy treating and saving people, he didn't forget to let people quickly boil a big pot of boiling water.

Since the water in the stone pot is too full, it is just now boiling to boil.

After talking for a long time, Song Yong is really dry now, and it is really good to drink a bowl of boiling water.

For this reason, he looked at Qingyan, an old man, and nodded approvingly.

The trouble was after his approving nod.

Originally, after watching the gray rabbit for a few minutes, which was an earth-shattering means that could cure a clansman, poor Qingyan had completely fallen under Song Yong's jeans.

Seeing that his carefulness was actually after winning the praise of the respected gray rabbit, Qing Yan's heart was a little more comfortable than eating rock candy.

He picked up a washed stone bowl and planned to fetch a bowl of boiling water for the gray rabbit.

The question was to show his respect, Qing Yan suddenly spit into the stone bowl before fetching water, and then lifted the hem of the animal skin he was wearing on his body, and wiped it vigorously in the stone bowl.

After wiping inside and out for a while, in all directions, Qing Yan felt satisfied.

It's just that in the following time, Song Yong looked at the old man in front of him, and with a look of respect, he brought a bowl full of boiling water with both hands.

The young man who was a little confused fell into a strong entanglement in his heart, and he really didn't know whether he should drink it or not.

If you drink it, you won't drink it.

He Song Yong is dying of thirst and starvation in his life, and he will not indirectly drink such a dirty old man with saliva in his mouth.

Of course, if you directly refuse the other party's kindness, a young man with a pure nature can't do this kind of thing.

Therefore, Song Yong decided to use a more tactful method to attract the attention of the other party, and not focus on the small matter of whether he drank water or not.

On this point, he is good at it.

I saw Song Yong's face was solemn, and he said solemnly:

"Leader Qingyan, now that everyone is free, let's talk about the transaction, I don't know what the Cangyan tribe plans to take out in exchange for the frozen fish brought by our caravan." ”

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Qingyan, the old thing, didn't have the slightest thought, and he didn't care whether he drank boiling water or not.

After hearing this, Qingyan, who was originally still a smiling old face, immediately turned into a bitter gourd:

"I really don't want to hide it from the respected Gray Rabbit Lord, the Cangyan tribe can't come up with anything that can be traded now, or you just say it directly, what do you have to look at in the Cangyan tribe, just be willing to give us as many frozen fish as you want. ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong, the leader, didn't say anything.

Toothless, who was sitting a few paces away from the fire, and the other old bachelors, almost jumped out all at once.

Fortunately, they also knew the severity, and did not intervene directly, but the young man who had no teeth suddenly coughed.

That posture made Song Yong wonder if this thing would cough his big waist out of his mouth.

After turning his head and glaring at those unproductive goods, Song Yong still reluctantly said his main purpose:

"Leader Qingyan! You should also know that our Gray Rabbit Tribe, there are still many good guys who don't have a mother-in-law, I don't know if there are any school-age little women in your tribe who have not yet married? In addition, if there is no little woman, the little widow can also do it. ”

"Whether it's a little woman or a little widow, we're willing to give two standard rattan baskets of frozen fish. ”

I don't know why, when he said the beautiful adjective 'great guy', Song Yong really felt that his face was a little panicked.

Fortunately, Qingyan didn't dwell on this, but thought about it after hearing the words, and replied a little embarrassed later:

"It's also a coincidence, there are no unmarried little women of the right age in our tribe, but there is a woman who died of illness half a month ago, and she is also a little widow without an owner;

"Just what?" Song Yong asked.

Qingyan smiled bitterly and said, "It's just that the little widow is pregnant with a little cub in her belly, and now she is more than four months old." ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong suddenly fell silent.

The problem is that he hasn't made up his mind yet, when he wants this kind of buy-one-get-one-free little widow, the toothless goods over there have already been stimulated by this good news and cried out regardless of it:

"It's good to have a cub! A cub who is more than four months pregnant is simply good. ”

In the toothless and wild scream, Song Yong lowered his head with black lines on his head, mainly because he found that he didn't know anything about the brain circuits of the natives of the primitive era.

Isn't this the rhythm of being a father, what good can this be?