Chapter 147

Tuli and the others saw that the leader of their tribe, Qidu, went to help, and even the little thing Ah Shen went, although a few big men had goosebumps all over their bodies, they were embarrassed to hide in the wooden house anymore, so they could only run to help.

As soon as there were many people helping, the chaotic scene quickly became orderly.

Ye Qingxin breathed a sigh of relief, and checked the pulse of the patients who had discharged the insects one by one, and helped them remix the medicine.

The edge of the pit was full of clumps of insects, rolling densely, and they needed to be pushed into the pit and burned.

No one could do it, so he went to cut down some thick tree trunks, using side branches as brooms, and swept all the insects into the pit.

"Whew"

The fire was put in, because Ye Qingxin had poured animal oil in advance, so the fire quickly ignited the firewood below, and the fire burned.

"Zizi ......"

"Crackling ......"

Soon, the insects in the pit were burned and exploded, and a fishy burnt smell emanated, permeating the entire Dongshi tribe.

The smell is like someone blowing up a dry toilet in the countryside with a bomb, and it makes people sick.

At this time, it would be nice to have a gas mask, but it would be good if you couldn't get a mask!

Ye Qingxin really regretted that he didn't let these patients drain and burn insects outside the tribe.

Or is he too young to experience the torture of society before he is inexperienced, and now the whole tribe stinks, and he can't stay!

"Goddess, help......"

Suddenly, a patient with a blue face crawled to her feet, stretched out his skeletal hand and grabbed Ye Qingxin's ankle, wailing, "I, pull, can't pull out...... It's killing me, save me......"

What's the situation?

She has used enough rhubarb to help excrete the amount of rhubarb, and others are pulling insects, why can't this guy pull it out in his intestines?

Ye Qingxin hurriedly grabbed his hand to check the pulse, and couldn't help but gasp.

According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, it is the image of intestinal congestion and blood vein.

"Untie your fur cloak." She busily spoke, feeling for the patient's stomach and pressing on it.

The human being is skinny, but the stomach is swollen and hard, and there is no elasticity.

Under the pressure, the patient's face was covered with cold sweat and rolled on the ground, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

There are too many worms in his stomach, and the tangled clumps in the intestines have stretched the intestines to the maximum, so that the intestines cannot move to expel the worms.

If you want to save people, you can only cut open the abdomen, cut open the intestines, and take out those worms directly, otherwise the patient will soon die of intestines rotting through the stomach.

But what kind of environment is this, Ye Qingxin only has a small copper knife, and she asked her to open her stomach? ...... Joke!

"Goddess...... Help me...... Help...... I ......"

The man grabbed Ye Qingxin's calf and tried his best to raise a pair of eyes to look at her.

Those eyes were full of fear and the desire to live, and the hearts of the people trembled at the sight, and the hairs all over the body stood up with goosebumps.

Ye Qingxin couldn't bear it, it was better to try it than to die, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Tuli, get him to the wooden house for me, quick!" ”