When Fu Song pushed Tianhao away from Tianfeng, the old priest felt very strange———— the wound on Tianfeng's arm that was cut by a scalpel was more than twenty centimeters long, but there was very little blood coming out.

This is clearly counterintuitive.

Soon, Wu Xing noticed that the position where the upper side of Tianfeng's shoulder connected with his neck was bound by a strong rope. Especially the knots, tied very tightly.

If it's killing people and cutting meat, there's no need for such trouble.

The old priest, of course, would not have understood that in ancient times this thing was called "tourniquet".

He only knew that no one in the stockade could heal Tianfeng's injuries. Maybe the Great Wizard can't do anything about it. Rather than watching a strong young man become crippled and then become food for the villagers, let Tianhao try it.

……

The bones peeking out from the depths of the muscles looked even whiter in the light of the fire.

The expression on Tianhao's face was surprisingly calm. It was as if he had forgotten about his surroundings and was immersed in the process of treating his wounds, while his mind was recalling the most crucial words in the "Clinical Examples of Surgery". Gradually, his expression became solemn, and even when others looked at it, they couldn't help but have instinctive awe.

His movements were actually very clumsy, and he completely used the most savage way to put the dislocated bone back in place. He didn't hurt his ligaments, and the process of feeling the bone from the inside of the muscle and then turning it back with force caused unspeakable pain. It was not so much that the bowl of anesthetic had an effect, but that Tianfeng had passed out in pain, and only his body occasionally twitched slightly under the traction of the nerves.

This is Tianhao's indispensable disguise. At such a time, revealing skilled and delicate surgical skills is tantamount to death. He carefully searched the host's memories and found no information related to the age of civilization. Being rude, clumsy, or even deliberately making mistakes in unimportant steps will have the perfect disguise for your subsequent explanations to the leader and the old priest.

Tianmad and Tianshuang stood beside them, silently watching all this.

About two hours later, Tianhao, who was sweating profusely, finally completed his first surgical exploration. He picked up Tianshuang and prepared it in advance according to his own requirements, washed it with boiling water, and pierced it into a long hair with a bone needle hole, hardened his heart, and poked it hard at the edge of the knife wound on Tianfeng's shoulder, and stitched it carefully.

Tianfeng's physical fitness is very strong, otherwise the blood vessel restraint that lasts for more than two hours may completely cause limb necrosis.

The surgery itself is not commendable. He tore several muscles, and the repositioning technique was brutal, like a three-year-old child who gets a Transformers toy and only writhes back and forth in his hand. But it was very lucky that it did not break up on the spot, or twist a part, but happened to pull it back into place.

Everything is controlled within acceptable limits.

Looking at Tianfeng, who was in a coma and his face was pale, Tianhao suddenly felt a faint sense of guilt. Although he knew very well that he had done his best, and Tianfeng's recovered injuries would not be disabled, he still felt that it was he who had brought more pain to the other party.

Chest wounds are more difficult to treat than on the arms. Tianhao used the simplest method to connect the broken bones, and used the same technique as before to suture the muscles. During the whole process, Tianfeng, who was in a coma, did not make a sound, as if he was a toy to be operated by him.

It's over.

Turning around and exhaling a long breath, Tianhao suddenly found that the leader Fu Song and the old priest were staring at him.

During the whole process of the operation, the two people with the highest status in the rock village did not say a word from beginning to end. Occasionally, there were a few subconscious glances at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's gazes.

"You know this...... You, you're a healer? The leader Fu Song's expression was extremely excited, and even his breathing became short. There is one more healer in the village who can treat the sick, and he understands the meaning better than anyone else.

Tianhao shook his head, he had already guessed what the leader was going to say next, and he shook his head very directly: "I can only treat my eldest brother, but I can't save Xuping." ”

"Why?" Fu Song's voice suddenly became louder, and he was a little more angry.

"That's different. My eldest brother just broke his bones, and Xuping's condition was much more serious. I...... Powerless. ”

These words were said very sincerely, and even Ah Yan, a village woman waiting in front of the fire pond, could hear that Tianhao was not lying.

Injuring internal organs and injuring bones are two different things and should not be confused.

There was silence again in the cabin.

"Either way, it's something to celebrate." The old priest spoke slowly, his eyes were deep and full of wisdom, and his voice was hoarse but with undoubted affirmation: "The children in the stockade have grown up, at least Tianfeng doesn't have to die, he can live." Ah Hao...... You're doing a great job. ”

He smiled, stretched out his withered and wrinkled hand, pulled Tianhao closer to his side, and patted the other party's shoulder vigorously, with no disgust in his eyes when he sent the decoction over before.

It was just a very simple action, but it made Tianhao feel a warm current moving slowly in his heart. His vision was blurry, and some kind of warm liquid was rolling back and forth in his eye sockets.

This is the thinking emotion that belongs to the host. The degree of fusion is very low, and when the original owner of this body explodes with strong emotions due to external stimuli, Tianhao will lose control in a short period of time. Anger, joy, sorrow, pain...... This will change over time until it is completely integrated.

The host hated the leaders and elders because they often withheld their food.

Later, he gradually understood that it was not a deduction, but that he could only get these ———— rocks and not raise lazy people. While I hid in the house and looked up at the rooftop, everyone else was busy with food. This includes children who are younger than themselves, even four or five years old.

In fact, the people of Panshizhai are very united.

Actually, the people in Panshizhai are very fair.

They haven't changed, but they haven't noticed it, they haven't noticed it.

The fault should be on oneself.

When others went out hunting and working, I sat in the trees and meditated.

This is a young man who likes to think and is good at observing.

Why do the leaves turn green in the summer and yellow in the fall?

Why are there fish in the sea?

Why does it rain and snow in winter?

In civilized times, people who like to learn and think well are often highly respected. If it weren't for the apple smashing into Newton, who was thinking under the tree, the laws of physics would not have appeared many years later. No one would ask Einstein to work like a steelworker in a hot workshop, his brain is the most valuable thing in the world. Look at the people who worked on the atomic bomb, even though they were not as good as the most ordinary farmers in tending to the crops, but they completely changed the pattern of war and changed the whole world.

People who are out of step with their surroundings will always be considered heretical.

A young man who seldom works at home all the year round, often sits outside in front of a bug, a bird, a tree, or the sun and air in a daze, can survive in such a harsh environment, in addition to the protection of his parents and brothers, and of course, the tolerance of the tribal leader.

If it weren't for the investment in that precious initial fusion point in the "brain", Tianhao would not have entered the deeper host mind and knew these things.

Seriously, he couldn't laugh or cry.

……

It was late at night.

Tianhao stood up, wrapped his leather robe tightly, and walked outside to relieve himself.

The cold wind of the call sign had stopped, no snow had fallen, and the stars could be faintly seen in the dark night.

When he returned to the house, the sleeping Tianmad was awakened by the noise and sat up. Tianhao glanced at him, walked straight to Tianfeng, who was breathing evenly, and the back of his hand fell lightly on his forehead, feeling that there was no fever. He turned sideways and chuckled at the vigilant Tianmad: "Big brother is fine, go to sleep!" ”

The rough Tianfang said "oh", and when he lay down again, Tianhao noticed that he had a hunting knife in his hand.

According to the habit of hunters, when spending the night in the wilderness, the weapon will always be placed next to it and can be caught by reach. Some are overly cautious and tie the palm of the hand to the grip of the weapon.

Looking at the three "relatives" who were sleeping, Tianhao had a deeper understanding and understanding of the cruelty and survival pressure of this world.

The base must not exist anymore, otherwise the cultivation pod would not have appeared in the wild.

Bow your head and look at your hands: the skin is rough and the joints are thick.

Tianhao instinctively raised his hand and gently stroked his cheeks, his fingertips touched the hair, and the beard on his lips and chin was already thick and hard, but there were not many of them.

With the special identity of "healer", he should not starve to death in the next time.

Searching for the host's memory fragments, Tianhao smiled bitterly and sighed in silence.

He found that if he wanted to be truly safe, he had to rely on Panshizhai. Otherwise, even if there is enough food to survive the winter, there is a high probability that you will die in the tribal strife next spring.

Humans are social animals.

Whether in the primitive era or in the civilized world, individuals who live alone from society are either forgotten or become monsters little by little over time when they are unable to communicate and communicate with the outside world.