Fortunately, the explosion just now did not cause casualties again, but blew away the fire in the cabin of the plane, and at present, only sporadic small fires continue to burn tenaciously on the ground.

I stood up and walked towards the wreckage of the plane.

The rear half of the cabin of the plane was still relatively well preserved, and I stood against the bulkhead for a few long breaths of relief, looking at all this in front of me coldly, feeling confused about my future fate.

"I don't know which one is better!" A voice interrupted me.

"It's all good, thank you!" I glanced at the pens in front of me, took them, looked at him, and nodded to him in thanks.

As soon as I turned around, I felt a pain in my back, just now because I saw the urgency of the situation, but I didn't notice the wound behind me, and now I found the pain of the wound when I calmed down, I suddenly recalled that my wound seemed to have been cut by a piece of iron sheet of the plane, but now it was only a small cut, which is thanks to my Taoist behavior, as well as the green leaf tattoo on the body, with the sharpness of the iron sheet of the plane, if I were just an ordinary person, I estimate that when it fell, it would have been split in half, It was these two thousand years of Taoism that saved me.

I opened several suitcases scattered on the beach in succession, and only then did I find a sewing kit in one of them, and with a sewing kit and a clean towel, I walked alone towards the grass where no one was around.

Stopped in front of an unknown tree, took off his military uniform, hung it on the trunk of the tree, and untied his bloody shirt. I sat down on a large rock and checked the injury on my back.

Turning my head, I finally saw a part of the wound, and gently touched it with my hand, and found that the wound was still a little deep, but because the wound was on the back, I should never be able to complete the feat of stitches alone.

I sighed dejectedly, and there was a "sigh! Grieve! The sound of feet stepping on the grass sounded, and a chestnut woman with long hair appeared in front of me rubbing her wrists.

"I'm sorry! Have you ever used a needle and thread? "I had no choice but to ask her for help.

"What?" The long-haired woman approached as she asked me.

"Have you ever mended your clothes?"

"I 。。。。。。 I've made the curtains myself! The long-haired woman thought about it, and yes, foreign women would have mended clothes.

"That's great, listen, are you free? I need your help me! "I'm overjoyed.

The woman was stunned: "What help?" ”

"Oh! That is true! Help me suture the wound on my lower back. I could have come on my own, but you see, I couldn't reach it. I said that I couldn't do anything at this time, although I said that if I didn't stitch up the wound, it would heal slowly according to my current constitution, but now I don't even know where I am, in case the wound is infected with parasites or the wound is suppurated, it will be more than worth the loss.

"What? Do you want me to help you stitch up your wounds? Like I do with curtains? The woman asked timidly.

I laughed and said, "Yes, you can do it!" ”

"No, no, no, I can't, I use a sewing machine to make curtains!" The long-haired woman's head swayed.

"No, you can do it, as long as you're willing to help me." I tilted my head and said.

After a while, the long-haired woman couldn't resist my eyes asking for help, nodded her head, and said, "Of course I do!" ”

"Thank you!" I knew how difficult it was for an ordinary person, so I said to her from the bottom of my heart.

"It's for sanitizing your hands." I pulled the vodka from the pocket of my coat in a small bottle.

Watching her unscrew the cap and pour the vodka on her own hand, I added:

"Leave me some to disinfect the wound." After washing her hands with vodka, the long-haired woman picked up the sewing box on the stone and asked me, "What color do you like?" ”

I was amused by her words: "Whatever, it's black!" ”

The long-haired woman picked up the black thread and took out another needle and threaded it on, while I took the remaining bottle of vodka and poured it on my back.

A hot pain hit me, and I frowned and gasped for a few quick breaths.

On the beach, people who survived the disaster are either sitting or actively saving themselves.

The pot-bellied woman took off her shoes and carried them upside down with one hand, while the other hand caressed her belly, letting the undulating waters ravage her feet to her heart's content, and stood motionless on the beach looking at her belly.

Rose sat on the beach, kissing the ring on the finger of her right hand, and her husband, Sean, was missing.

The fat man and the group took all the food they could find in the cabin and piled it on a table that had just been built out of the wreckage of the plane, if that thing could be called a table.

A curly-haired Middle Eastern man held a couple of logs, lit a fire on the wreckage of a plane that was still burning on the ground, and said to a skinny white man sitting on the beach with his head bowed nearby, "Hey! You, what's your name? ”

"Me? Charlie! The thin white man replied as he stood up when he heard someone talking to him.

"Charlie, help make a fire, if the fire is not big enough, no one will see us."

"Okay, no problem! What is your name? ”

"Said!"

"Said! I'm going to get some more wood. ”

……

One of the bald old men who had been with me to help the man whose leg was crushed by the landing gear sat on the beach with his legs in his arms, staring at his legs as if his legs had never been seen clearly.

"Hmm!"

I endured the pain and asked the long-haired woman to stitch up my wound, and from time to time she cracked her teeth and gasped, after all, the pain of suturing without anesthetics is not something ordinary people can imagine.

"You know what? I'm afraid I might spit on you! The woman said in a low voice.

"No, you're doing well!" I shook my head, using words to distract me, and I could forget about the pain in my back for a while.

"Yikes!"

"You don't seem to be scared at all?" Hearing me snort again, the long-haired woman stared at my face and asked me curiously.

"Huh! Fear is just a strange feeling. When I first went to the army, I once saved a person, and I had my first operation...... It was a spinal surgery, the patient was a sixteen-year-old girl, and after thirteen hours, the operation was over, and I was about to suture her, but I accidentally punctured her dural sac, which was at the end of the spine, where the nerves converged, and it was a membrane like a tissue, and I punctured it, and the nerves gushed out like spaghetti, and the spinal fluid was left from her body. ”

I said, and this girl was when I was in the Malay Archipelago, I saved a girl, but unfortunately I died of wound infection, I felt guilty for a long time at that time, and then I deliberately learned a lot of first aid, at least Feng Haoran's previous injuries on the ghost ship were treated by me for him, otherwise according to the degree of wounds at that time, I am afraid that it has been infected.

I spoke staccato because of the pain, and she forgot her fear for a moment, and after a pause, I continued, "That fear is really...... Ultra-scary, hyper-real. But I knew in my heart that I had to face it, so I made a decision to fill my heart with fear, and let fear take control of me. That only lasted five seconds, though, and I could only be scared for five seconds. So I started counting one, two, three, four, five...... Then fear became acquainted. I immediately went ahead and stitched her up, and she was fine. ”

After saying this, I took a few quick breaths, both to relieve the pain and to alleviate the fear that the accident had caused me.

"If it were me, I would have run away!" After a few seconds of silence, the long-haired woman said with a smile.

"No, you're not going to run away from the door, because you haven't spit on my back until now." I shook my head and turned to her, I felt like she had succeeded.