Section 6 Responses to Grief
In the era of civilization that has been destroyed, although Tianhao is not a doctor and has not received systematic medical care training, he has a very clear understanding of the distribution of human bones, muscles and blood vessels. What's more, the body structure of the northern barbarians is not much different from that of the previous generation of humans.
This is actually common knowledge that most of the villagers in Panshi Village understand. The reason is very simpleββββ you can understand it when you experience it many times.
The injury to Tianfeng's arm was not serious. He only had a dislocated shoulder and elbow, and as long as the flesh was cut, the bone was put in place, and then the external body was fixed and the wound medicine was bandaged, he could be healed quickly.
The key to a chest wound is to deal with broken bones. The bones are attached, the outer skin and muscle layers are sutured, and with Tianfeng's strong physique, coupled with the cold winter when bacterial activity is at a low ebb, supplemented by adequate food and nutrition, he will soon recover.
When he is not strong enough to fight against everything, Tianfeng, the "head of the ten", must live.
He is the host's eldest brother.
ββ¦β¦ How is this possible, even the Great Wizard can't do it......"
Tianfeng shook his head weakly and instinctively. The habitual thinking continues in the mind, like a spring rushing down the river on the rocks that suddenly appear, and instantly scattering and splashing. He suddenly came to his senses, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Tianhao in disbelief, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly: "Wait! You...... What did you just say? β
"I can heal your wounds."
Tianhao's voice was more affirmative than ever: "Although there is no absolute certainty. But no matter what, no one can help you but me. β
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Boss Cabin.
Fu Song and Wu Xing sat by the fire and fell silent.
Compared to the other buildings in the village, the chief's wooden house is only slightly larger, and the style is not much noteworthy. In terms of decoration, it is also the same as the ordinary people in the rock village, only human or animal skulls inserted in the wooden stakes at the door.
ββ¦β¦ You and Yonggang will set off tomorrow! Take twenty women and take a trip to the tribe to the south. Fu Song's voice was hoarse, like a dying person who had traveled a long way in the desert without water and was dying.
Wu Xing, whose face was full of wrinkles, nodded silently. The old man reached out and pulled one out of the pyre beside him, trying to add it to the fire and re-extinguish the half-dead embers, but he could only go back and forth in the loose ashes in vain.
After nearly half a minute, Fu Songcheng said again: "In addition, bring Ah Mei with you." β
Wu Xing's face froze, and suddenly he seemed to be frozen in ice, and he didn't dare to move at all, and even his breathing was frozen in extreme fear. He raised his head, looked at the man sitting across from him in shock, and stammered, "Ah...... Ah Mei? Sell Ah Mei? You, are you sure? β
Fu Song nodded indifferently.
"You, are you crazy? She's your wife. Still...... Also, she is more than three months pregnant. β
The priest Wu Xing suddenly became angry and roared, "Do you know what you are doing? β
"Of course I do." A hint of helplessness appeared on Fu Song's vegetable-colored face: "There is no food in the stockade anymore." The only wild animals that move in the mountains during this season are fierce wolves and violent bears. The sea was full of ice and we couldn't get fish. If there is no food, Ah Mei will starve to death at that time. To the south, she might still be alive. By exchanging a woman for a bison, the people in the stockade can eat longer. β
Wu Xing glared at him angrily, did not continue to argue, the thick veins in his neck could not help beating, but finally gave up all thoughts of resorting to violence. When the heavy breathing gradually became steady, he also exhausted the little strength left in his body, and sat down with a sad face that could not be erased.
Ah Mei is the kindest woman in the village. He has a gentle temperament, looks good, and is hard-working. Now, it has to be exchanged as goods.
In my heart, there was nothing wrong with what the leader did. As long as the strongest men and women survive this winter, the Rock Village will still exist. If even they can't support it, the village will be forgotten forever, just like other villages engulfed in snow and ice.
Fuzon is not selfish. On the issue of substitution, the first thing he considered was his woman.
"What about Tianfeng and Xuping? Do you want to ask for a great wizard? After a pause, Wu Xing continued the unfinished conversation. Although he already knew Fu Song's answer, as a sign of respect for the leader of the stockade, he still had to maintain the necessary etiquette.
"Ask the Grand Wizard for at least a cow, that little thing in the warehouse is simply not enough...... I've seen their injuries, Tianfeng must be crippled, and Xu Ping probably won't even be able to survive tonight. Fu Song looked at the fire pond with a dull and dim gaze: "You have already sent medicine to Tianfeng." So be it! Give them double portions of soup, as thick as possible, so they can eat it well. Anyway, they can't live, they eat it, it's not a waste. β
Listening to the "whirring" wind outside the room like a ghost crying, Wu Xing's wrinkled face was full of pain: "What should I do in the future?" β
"The old rule: children and old people draw lots first, then women, and finally men. As the leader, I joined the first group of the elderly and children. Fu Song picked up the wooden bowl that was placed next to him and drank the water from the bowl in one gulp. When the acid in his stomach couldn't stand it, he used this way to solve his hunger.
The loose floating flesh on Wu Xing's face trembled slightly, and the wrinkles were squeezed as deep as a knife.
He was not afraid of death, but only despair of the future.
Fu Song was silent, his numb eyes empty and nothing, like an inanimate sculpture.
Suddenly, there was heavy and chaotic footsteps outside the room, and panicked and frightened shouts.
The two of them stood up together, walked quickly to the door and stopped, only to hear a "bang", and the heavy wooden door was slammed open from the outside, rushing into a frightened middle-aged village woman.
"Ah Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Song and Wu Xing recognized at the same time that this was the woman who had been sent to take care of Tianfeng. For the men who were injured in the hunt, the village took care of them, sent someone to help make some food, verbally comforted them, and that's it.
Ah Yan looked extremely panicked. Perhaps exhausted by panic and running, she went limp and collapsed in front of the open wooden door, breathing heavily and screaming in unison.
"Chief, Witch Elder ...... You guys, go over and have a look. Ah Hao is crazy, Ah Hao is holding a knife and wants to kill Ah Feng! β
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When Fu Song and Wu Xing rushed into the wooden house, Tian Hao was cutting Tian Feng's shoulder and elbow with a knife.
The northern barbarians have a skill in forging that is not commensurate with their barbarian civilization. The ten-centimeter-long knife is thin and sharp, reflecting the luster peculiar to metal.
According to the first aid method in his memory, Tianhao burned the scalpel on the fire, aimed it at Tianfeng's swollen and twisted arm, and stabbed it hard. Although Tianfeng had already drunk the bowl of soup and was clenching a branch in his mouth, the screams that erupted from the depths of his throat still scared Ah Yansheng away who was staying in front of the fire to simmer soup.
"Stop! You, what are you doing? β
Fu Song, who was full of rage, let out a roar of rage, reached out and grabbed the back collar of Tianhao's clothes as fast as he could, and roughly threw him away from Tianfeng's side.
"I can save him." Tianhao rolled on the floor and ran back to his original position, raising his head and staring coldly at the clan leader who was much taller and stronger than himself.
"You're so hungry that you dare to attack your own people. He's your own brother! He...... He's not dead yet. Fu Song obviously didn't understand what was happening, and he didn't want to listen to Tianhao's explanation, so he directly blamed everything on hunger.
Ah Yan didn't lie, and he himself could see very clearlyββββ Tianhao was cutting the flesh on Tianfeng's arm with a knife.
"You know the! I'm saving him! I'm saving him! Suddenly, Tianhao seemed to be crazy, and his voice was hoarse and howled desperately: "My brother's bones are not broken, as long as the muscles are cut and reduced, they can become normal." They have been on the road for a long time. If you stop me again, his hand will be useless. β
"You know everything, and you're not a big witch!" Fu Song, the leader in a rage, raised his right hand again and slapped Tianhao fiercely: "Get out!" You get out of here! β
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Wu Xing, the old priest who had been guarding Tianfeng after entering the door, stopped the leader, looked seriously at Tianhao, whose cheeks had been swollen, with a gloomy face, and asked uncertainly, "You...... Are you really helping Tianfeng heal his injuries? β
Tianhao tightly covered his hot and painful face, sniffed hard, and spit out viciously: "I'm not hungry enough to eat my own people!" β
Wu Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes immediately became very sharp, and he also had a few more elements of expectation, and then asked: "How sure are you?" β
Tianhao glared at the leader who was stopped by the elders, shook his head, and swallowed hard: "I don't know either, but I have to try." β
In fact, the odds of success are very high, but this kind of thing can never be said. With the shrewdness of the old priest, he will inevitably ask questions again and again at that time. Instead of explaining the trouble you have caused early, it is better to save the person first, and then explain it later depending on how the situation develops.
Time is the price that human beings must pay for accumulating wisdom and experience.
Wu Xing was not necessarily smarter than Fu Song, and he had never heard of such a thing as "surgery". Even the moment he walked into the wooden house, he also felt that Tianhao was killing someone, and wanted to cut off the flesh on his brother Tianfeng's arm to satisfy his stomach. But the only difference between Wu Xing and Fu Song, the leader of the Rock Village, is that he has lived nearly thirty years longer than ββββ other party.
In the village, Wu Xing is the oldest old man. As a result, he has hunted many more animals and slaughtered more humans than others. Naturally, they are also more familiar with the physiology of the human body.