"It's okay to use the rib thread!" Bai Yin waited for her to bring a handful of needles and threads for roe deer fur clothing, which were actually made from the tendons on the legs of deer or robes, which were particularly delicate and tough.

The gut she said is actually a thread twisted from animal intestines, and this kind of thread has the advantage that it is sutured in the wound for a long time, and can grow with the new flesh of the wound, and there is no need to remove the sutures.

As the night grew old, and the reindeer of the nearby hunters throbbed with the chirping of the beasts in the mountains, Sabal finished eating the fish, and came out of the stumbling pillar to feed his horses and reindeer, and he walked a long way through the snow until he cut some old grass with his waist knife and gave it back to them.

Today they caught so many fish in their own way, which was a very happy day, but with the appearance of the Jurchen Meng'an Mooke, many unpleasant things happened.

Sabal didn't have a big deal, he picked up the grilled fish and sniffed them one by one, and then handed a large one to Bai Yin, this was the first time he had eaten such a big fish in his life, he seemed to have forgotten about the day, but Bai Yin ate slowly and thoughtfully.

"The wound is too big, this has to stop the bleeding before it can be sewn, Xia quickly went to Agubo to get the medicine!" It was the old man with the beard who had just spoken out who had said this, and he beckoned to his child.

"If you don't stop the bleeding right away, he won't survive tonight!" Bai Yin's sharp eyes looked at the group humanely.

"This, this..." As soon as she said this, the Oroqen hunters looked at each other, obviously losing their minds.

Today they caught so many fish in their own way, which was a very happy day, but with the appearance of the Jurchen Meng'an Mooke, many unpleasant things happened.

Sabal didn't have a big deal, he picked up the grilled fish and sniffed them one by one, and then handed a large one to Bai Yin, this was the first time he had eaten such a big fish in his life, he seemed to have forgotten about the day, but Bai Yin ate slowly and thoughtfully.

Under the strong stimulation of the crane herbal powder, the wounded hunter's wound squirmed, and several hunters held his struggling body to death.

Sabal adjusted the angle of the drum lamp and watched the progress of Bai Yin intently, only to see that she carefully stitched the musculature on the inside of her belly first, and then began to suture the outer layer of the wound.

Because the nomadic people shuttle through the jungle to fight wild beasts all year round, these men's bodies are all lean meat, and even the abdomen is a lot of hard tendon meat, which causes great inconvenience to the sutures.

After a while, Sabal noticed a fine bead of sweat on Bai Yin's forehead, and she rolled up her sleeve to wipe it and continue to make the final stitches.

At this time, the Oroqen hunter had already begun to curse from the pain, and Bai Yin continued the movements of her hands.

Bai Yin told his family members not to let him move as much as possible, and to drink some soup with Ga Hei Mao and Baolu Bao Ti Mao, two woody herbs collected from the forest, in the morning and evening, to help him recover from the trauma.

The wounded hunter was already sweating profusely, and he lay on the ground weakly, panting carefully, and the wound would be painful if he gasped for breath.

"You shot that arrow!" Sabal suddenly said something with his back to her. But Bai Yin did not reply to him for a long time, and he simply stopped talking, and sprinkled spices and salt on the fish while stroking Tasha.

Tasha stared intently at the fish in his hand, and he simply broke off a large piece of fish and gave it to him, apparently he also liked cooked meat.

Bai Yin, who guarded the fire in the fire, looked at Sabal's back and stared for a long time, although it was cold, he still wore an old leather robe worn by an old man, and never complained about the cold.

She thought about it, and suddenly went out and took the big riding boots in again, and put them by the fire, and by this time, the stench had dissipated a lot.

Bai Yin began to clean the wound, and without any auxiliary tools, she first cut off the minced flesh at the edge of the wound with difficulty, and then cleaned up the bruises and applied a small amount of medicine.

After the bleeding gradually stopped, she chose a slender fishbone needle, which, according to her experience, was a slightly curved thin bone needle that was conducive to weaving between the flesh and the slit.

At this time, the men, women, and children who withdrew from the fierce fight, except for some who were still cleaning up the ice fish, most of them gathered around the oblique human pillar to watch how this Jurchen woman saved people.

"If you don't stop the bleeding right away, he won't survive tonight!" Bai Yin's sharp eyes looked at the group humanely.

Under the strong stimulation of the crane herbal powder, the wounded hunter's wound squirmed, and several hunters held his struggling body to death.

Sabal adjusted the angle of the drum lamp and watched the progress of Bai Yin intently, only to see that she carefully stitched the musculature on the inside of her belly first, and then began to suture the outer layer of the wound.

Because the nomadic people shuttle through the jungle to fight wild beasts all year round, these men's bodies are all lean meat, and even the abdomen is a lot of hard tendon meat, which causes great inconvenience to the sutures.

After a while, Sabal noticed a fine bead of sweat on Bai Yin's forehead, and she rolled up her sleeve to wipe it and continue to make the final stitches.

At this time, the Oroqen hunter had already begun to curse from the pain, and Bai Yin continued the movements of her hands.

"Is there any gut?" Bai Yin asked the people. Some people were injured in the fierce fighting that just ended, but fortunately no one was killed on either side.

The most seriously injured was the Oroqen hunter who had his stomach cut, his blood stained a dazzling snow that was originally white, although he was bleeding nonstop, but he still stubbornly did not fall.

"You shot that arrow!" Sabal suddenly said something with his back to her. But Bai Yin did not reply to him for a long time, and he simply stopped talking, and sprinkled spices and salt on the fish while stroking Tasha.

Tasha stared intently at the fish in his hand, and he simply broke off a large piece of fish and gave it to him, apparently he also liked cooked meat.

Bai Yin began to clean the wound, and without any auxiliary tools, she first cut off the minced flesh at the edge of the wound with difficulty, and then cleaned up the bruises and applied a small amount of medicine.

After the bleeding gradually stopped, she chose a slender fishbone needle, which, according to her experience, was a slightly curved thin bone needle that was conducive to weaving between the flesh and the slit.

At this time, the men, women, and children who withdrew from the fierce fight, except for some who were still cleaning up the ice fish, most of them gathered around the oblique human pillar to watch how this Jurchen woman saved people.

When they returned to the newly erected pillar of the day, they saw that Tasha was still dutifully guarding the icefish they had caught.

However, an even more surprising scene appeared in the Xi stunned pillar, when Bai Yin lifted the curtain and lit the bonfire, he suddenly found that there were several steaming salmon next to their fire pit, and the two of them looked at each other at this moment.

23.224.255.20,23.224.255.20; 0; pc; 1; The shaman of Motie literature believes that all life is born when heaven and earth are separated, that God has given all life in the world, that the earth has created the form of all things, and that human life is created by the sky.

Everything in the universe has life and spirituality, and all life and soul are governed by the gods, and shamans are the communicators of the gods.

It's just that Sabal can't figure out one thing, and that is how the shaman with this leg dances gods.

"It's okay to use the rib thread!" Bai Yin waited for her to bring a handful of needles and threads for roe deer fur clothing, which were actually made from the tendons on the legs of deer or robes, which were particularly delicate and tough.

The gut she said is actually a thread twisted from animal intestines, and this kind of thread has the advantage that it is sutured in the wound for a long time, and can grow with the new flesh of the wound, and there is no need to remove the sutures.

Bai Yin began to clean the wound, and without any auxiliary tools, she first cut off the minced flesh at the edge of the wound with difficulty, and then cleaned up the bruises and applied a small amount of medicine.

After the bleeding gradually stopped, she chose a slender fishbone needle, which, according to her experience, was a slightly curved thin bone needle that was conducive to weaving between the flesh and the slit.

At this time, the men, women, and children who withdrew from the fierce fight, except for some who were still cleaning up the ice fish, most of them gathered around the oblique human pillar to watch how this Jurchen woman saved people.

"It's okay to use the rib thread!" Bai Yin waited for her to bring a handful of needles and threads for roe deer fur clothing, which were actually made from the tendons on the legs of deer or robes, which were particularly delicate and tough.

The gut she said is actually a thread twisted from animal intestines, and this kind of thread has the advantage that it is sutured in the wound for a long time, and can grow with the new flesh of the wound, and there is no need to remove the sutures.

"This, this..." As soon as she said this, the Oroqen hunters looked at each other, obviously losing their minds.

"Don't fight, I trust her!" This is exactly what the bleeding wounded man said. At this time, Bai Yin said that the light in the fire pit in the center of the slanted pillar was too dim, and then a young hunter of the same clan found a Tito with a candle burning, and in it was burning bear oil.

The light inside the slanted pillar brightened, but the problem came again, the beating flames were so active that they always blurred people's eyes, especially when dealing with wounds.

When she returned to Xi Jingzhu, she saw Bai Yin kneeling quietly beside the fire pond in the center of her mind, she added a few dry firewood from time to time, and the dancing flames reflected her face red.

When Sabal had come in and baked two fires, he took off his riding boots and placed them on the edge of the fire, when a foul smell came out, and when he unfastened his hocks wrapped in squirrel skin, he found that the soles of his feet were already wet.

Bai Yin suddenly got up and threw his riding boots out, Sabal glanced at her for a long time, said nothing, and continued to bow his head and roast his big feet by the fire, and in a few moments he pulled a deerskin blanket and lay down on the side near the door, and slept with his back to her and the fire.

When she was young, a little girl with a wide face and flat cheekbones hurriedly brought a tight leather bag tied with a rope and handed it to the old man, who carefully untied the leather rope and said, "This kind of work can only be done by Agubo, but unfortunately he was invited away by the shaman, what should I do?" ”

"If you don't stop the bleeding right away, he won't survive tonight!" Bai Yin's sharp eyes looked at the group humanely.

Today they caught so many fish in their own way, which was a very happy day, but with the appearance of the Jurchen Meng'an Mooke, many unpleasant things happened.

Sabal didn't have a big deal, he picked up the grilled fish and sniffed them one by one, and then handed a large one to Bai Yin, this was the first time he had eaten such a big fish in his life, he seemed to have forgotten about the day, but Bai Yin ate slowly and thoughtfully.

The two of them walked through the deep snow towards their campsite by the river, and no one said a word along the way, and the moonlight reflected the snow in a silvery gray light.

By the time they passed through the stacked pillars, the campfires and figures inside dotted the snowy fields of Changbai Mountain with life, at least not so deadly.