Ron's eyes widened as he stared at the man lying right in front of him. The man was horribly thin, looking more like a skeleton with a layer of skin than a human being. He fell two or three paces away from the river, his head in his hands, curled up in a ball. His clothes were in tatters, his pointed elbows and knees were exposed, and his whole body was so filthy that he could smell a foul smell when he got closer. There was blood on his hands and legs, and green-headed flies crawling on them—a sight that Ron had only seen before in old photographs or news broadcasts about Black Africa.

Ron cautiously approached, bent down, and nudged the man with his hand.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

The man shuddered and curled up even more, and from time to time some syllables of unknown meaning came out of his mouth.

Ron reached out again and touched the man's hand and forehead, both of which were terrifyingly cold. Although he didn't understand medicine and didn't have a special thermometer around him, he still made this judgment that this person might be hypothermic now.

A decrease in body temperature can lead to apathy, drowsiness, clumsiness of hands and feet, confusion, irritability, illusory, slowing or stopping breathing, slowing of the heartbeat, irregularity, and finally cessation. This is a fatal problem, and even a professional doctor will feel very numb to such symptoms.

So, of course, there was no good way for Ron, he thought about it, took off his flight jacket from himself, and gently moved twice to get rid of the disgusting green-headed flies around him. Then he bent down and wrapped the man in a leather jacket.

The river was damp, and Ron stood up and looked around, and not far away there was a patch of grass with thick grass. So he stooped down again, and picked up the man, who was as light as a bundle of rushes, and laid him down on the grass.

The wild dogs were scattered by the gunfire and did not run far. Now, the wild dogs slowly surrounded them with their drooling tongues.

Ron pulled out the M1911, loaded the bullet, and aimed it at the nearest and largest dingo. With a crisp gunshot, a .45 caliber bullet hit the wild dog accurately, burrowing through the dog's chest and then flying out of its left rib, leaving a bowl-sized bloody hole there. The dog was swept to the ground by the force of the bullet and died without a snort.

The other wild dogs, which were surrounding, stopped in disbelief. But Ron didn't mean to stop, he fired three more shots, knocking down two wild dogs who were still hesitating. So the remaining dogs immediately ran away with their tails between their legs.

Ron put away his gun, and suddenly thought that if he shot and killed three dogs in a row in the original time and space, he would definitely be criticized by a lot of dog lovers, Our Lady and the like. Expect to see posts on various forums with titles such as:

"Humanity is annihilated! Someone can't bear to shoot a cute dog!

What is the sin of dogs? Poisoned by this! Astound!

The mongrel who shoots at a cute dog!

Shocking truth: foreign officials wantonly shoot and slaughter cute dogs on Chinese soil!

Systemic problems lead to evil consequences -- the government's external weakness leads to innocent victims of dogs!

From the murder of the dog, we can see the despicability of human nature!

What will save you, my dog!

It's not the dog's fault that dogs eat people, it's people's fault!

If you don't check the cold star, I recommend the dog with my blood!

……”

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly - this kind of ridiculous post, which he used to disdain, now that he thinks about it, he misses those boring days of soaking on the Internet.

The two P-40s that were still hovering above Ron's head probably also saw Ron shooting at the pack of wild dogs, so they also swooped down to join in the fun, and they used their rapidly spinning propellers to make a terrifying whirring sound, which frightened the wild dogs who had just stood down and ran for their lives.

Driving away the wild dogs, the two P-40s shook their wings at Ron and climbed high again.

"If these dog parents knew about this, wouldn't they come up with a plane to save the dog?"

Ron couldn't help but think about it again.

To say that the efficiency of the government during the Republic of China was not as low as some people on the Internet said, only about an hour after Ron landed, the search and rescue convoy appeared. Before the forced landing, Ron saw a small city in the distance, it is estimated that there must be thirty kilometers from here, considering the communication, the organization of personnel, and the not good road conditions, it is really efficient to come so quickly. I just don't know if this efficiency is because he is now an American and has become so high.

The so-called convoy was actually only three cars: the first was a classic American military open-top Willis Jeep, because the terrain in the distance was lower than here, and Ron could clearly see the huge white star on the hood of the jeep. It was followed by a truck painted with a red cross, followed by a truck full of soldiers.

Two minutes later, the convoy approached with billowing yellow dust. The open-top Willis Jeep stopped directly in front of him, and a large American captain officer who was at least two meters tall jumped out of the car and casually raised his hand to salute Ron.

"You're Lieutenant Colonel Ron." After Ron returned the salute, he looked down at Ron condescendingly and said, "My name is McCain, I'm a doctor, it seems that you should be fine, but some routine check-ups are still necessary for a while." ”

Ron took a small step back, both to make it easy for the family to see the semi-unconscious man behind him, and partly because he wasn't used to looking up at people with his head held high during conversations: "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me, but there's one here who needs first aid." ”

Dr. McCain's assistant also got out of the car, carrying a first-aid kit. Seeing this, he immediately opened the box and handed the mask and gloves to the doctor.

McCain quickly put on a mask and gloves. At the same time, he did not forget to warn Ron: "Sir, you better stay away from him!" You know, this is not the United States. Damn it! This is China! It's full of fleas, lice, mosquitoes, flies, rats, and countless other infectious diseases! ”

Then he rolled the man's eyelids and looked at it, looked up, and said, "I knew it was so, another extremely malnourished fellow." There are already some manifestations of organ failure. If you're an American, you're going to have to use a lot of drugs, a lot of means to get him back. But fortunately, he is a Chinese, and hanging a bottle of glucose for him can probably save his life. Let's get him to the ambulance first...... Although there are too many of them to count, since they have come across it, it is a ...... to save one."

After saying that, McCain snapped his fingers, and several Chinese pulled a stretcher down from the ambulance. A guy who looked like a little person in charge walked over and took a look, then covered his nose and shouted, "Hurry up, you guys!" Carry up this life-threatening dog that hasn't been fed. ”

After saying that, he turned around again and smiled flatteringly at Ron and McCain, the gold teeth in his mouth shining in the sun: "If you want to say that this hillbilly is really hard, you can always meet a nobleman." If you want me to say, Dr. Mai, you are so kind-hearted, you are always willing to save such a dog that is worth something. What a good Christian! ”

McCain ignored him, and only turned to Ron and said, "Sir, I suggest you don't get into the ambulance and take a jeep with me." The person is in there, the smell is going to be bad, and there may be some messy little bugs on him. Take care of him, we can take care of it. ”

Then he turned to his assistant and said, "Jim, go to the car and help me keep an eye on it, so they don't sneak our glucose into the black market." ”

After getting into the jeep, Ron chatted with McCain, and then he realized that this guy was still a fellow countryman with Ron.

"Oh, by the way, that person was bitten by a dog, should he be vaccinated against rabies?"

"Rabies vaccine?" McCain stared at Ron in surprise, "If he were an American, or an officer, he would have this." But he's just a strong man! ”

The word "Zhuangding", McCain said in Chinese, the tone is a little strange, with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"Do you know what a strong man is? No need to guess, I'm sure when you were younger, none of the stories your mother told to scare you could be more tragic or terrible. The so-called strong men are soldiers who have been drafted into the army, but unlike the United States, they will be subjected to inhuman abuse on their way to the army. Compared to what happened to them, the black slaves in "Uncle Tom's Cabin" were as happy as if they were in heaven. Do you know? On the way to the army, half of them will die of malnutrition and disease! Damn, maybe more than half! A journalist friend of mine told me that there was a team of Zhuangding who set out from Sichuan, and when they arrived in Yunnan, less than a tenth of them remained. I have seen with my own eyes many people who are too weak to walk because they are sick, or simply malnourished, thrown into the wilderness to die. How many died only God knows. When I first came to China, I saw this, and I was ...... I really don't understand why they didn't rebel! ”

He paused, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "But you have to get used to it, this is China -- a country with millions, maybe hundreds of thousands, of people and hundreds of millions of livestock. Moreover, it was a time of war, transportation was inconvenient, and materials were scarce - it was not enough to make a fortune on the black market, and he could only rely on God's blessing to get a strong man. ”

Ron also knew a little bit about the strong man back then. He still remembers watching a black-and-white movie called "Catching the Strong Guy" when he was a child. When I watched that film at that time, everyone thought that it was too exaggerated, I am afraid that it was just for the needs of publicity, how could the real situation be like this? But now......

It was noon, and the sun was shining, but no one in the car spoke, only the oncoming mountain wind blew the faint, unjoyed or frightened barks of the wild dogs into Ron's ears intermittently.