Fortunately, there are fever reducers in the medicine box.

She held his head in one hand, opened the medicine box with the other, and took two fever-reducing pills from a small bottle inside.

After closing the lid, he leaned his head on his back against the floating box and shoved two antipyretics into his mouth.

Without water, he couldn't swallow the medicine in his mouth.

Fang Xinxin was sad.

His mouth was so dry, even if a little saliva made him swallow the medicine.

Don't say she's disgusting, in the face of survival, everything that can be alive is right.

She crossbowed her mouth, and sadly found that her thirsty and smoking throat did not even have extra saliva.

He must be allowed to swallow medicine!

Fang Xinxin was forced to be helpless, straightened his head with one hand, reopened the medicine box with the other, and took out the scalpel inside.

With a ruthless heart, she made a knife cut on the back of her hand to avoid the artery.

Throwing the knife into the medicine box, he quickly put the back of the bloody hand into his mouth and asked him to drink her blood.

He was so thirsty that he instinctively sucked the liquid that was poured into his mouth in his sleep.

As he swallowed, the medicine in his mouth followed.

Her wound was not deep, and soon he was no longer bleeding. She took her hand away, found a waterproof band-aid from the medicine box, and applied the wound to it.

In this way, the sea water will not soak her knife wounds.

Looking at the medicine in the medicine box in a daze, a transparent glass bottle containing alcohol inside.

Her eyes were full of stars, and she was so thirsty that she wanted to drink all the alcohol as water.

Reason told her that she must not drink alcohol, which would lead to poisoning and blindness.

Alas.

Where can I get some water?

Raised Bai Qinghao's left wrist and looked at the time, it was more than four o'clock in the morning.

The night sky was still dark, but the stars were gone.

At this time, the night is cold.

There was some fog on the sea. Cultured her, she suddenly understood that when the fog is cold, it will condense into water droplets.

Pregnant!

She came up with a way to get some fresh water.

You need a bottle, a knife.

The scalpel is ready-made. Bottle......

There are three bottles in the medicine box, one of which is the largest alcohol glass bottle, Bai Qinghao's gunshot wound still needs to be changed, and the alcohol in it can disinfect his wound when changing the dressing, and it is still useful.

Keep it.

Glancing at the other two medicine bottles in the medicine box, one was a fever reducer and the other was a knife medicine.

None of them can be missing.

I saw a pack of capsules of unknown ingredients in the corner of the medicine box.

She poured the fever-reducing pills into the pouch containing the capsules, and in this way, freed up an empty medicine bottle.

I touched my head, and there was a thin black iron hairpin one millimeter wide and five centimeters long between the hair.

She first inserted the scalpel into the empty medicine bottle, clamped the handle with a thin hairpin, and the two ends of the hairpin pressed against the mouth of the medicine bottle, so that the whole scalpel was vertically upright in the medicine bottle.

Close the medicine box, let Bai Qinghao's head rest on the medicine box, and she put the medicine bottle with the scalpel next to his head.

The pre-dawn darkness is unusually cold until early morning, and the fog on the sea surface is particularly heavy.

The mist met the cold scalpel and condensed into small droplets that slid down the handle of the knife into the medicine bottle.

Is there anything else in the cold metal of iron or steel?

It is also possible to condense a little water droplet.

Bai Qinghao's watch!

The chain of his watch is made of gold and steel.

No more bottles to hold a watch.

She didn't dare to pour the powder out of the bottle for treating his gunshot wounds, for fear of contaminating the powder.