Chen Xing hurriedly said, "I brought it!" "Domestic wind oil essence, whether it is to repel insects or treat the affected area after being bitten by insects, it can be said to be a miracle medicine, Chen Xing brought two bottles over.

Chen Xing went back to the room and took down the wind oil essence, and then looked at the small bag after the ford was bitten.

"Uh, you're ...... It doesn't seem to be bitten by a mosquito? ”

"What's that?"

"It should be fleas."

"Really?" Ford asked rhetorically, then looked at the red bag himself, and said,

"Possibly." In modern times, as long as you don't have pets, you can rarely see fleas in your life, Chen Xing has been bitten before so he has an impression, Ford has only seen it in textbooks, he has never seen fleas in reality.

Either way, the wind oil essence is always useful. Chen Xing put the things in his hand and moved the bed back to the room by himself.

Laifu Bode looked at Chen Xing carrying the bed upstairs with his hands, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Chen doesn't look like he has any muscles, but his strength is really great, do you think he will fight?" Bruce Chen? Ford didn't have much interest in talking, and sighed, "I'm just thinking about how many biting things I have in my bed, don't you have any rooms?" Laifu Bode said with a smile: "I haven't met, I'm going to move the bed outside tonight to sleep, Chen is really a genius." The way he spoke made Ford angry.

Was I the only one who was bitten by a flea? After another half an hour, he finally felt relieved, there were people in the film crew who had been bitten by fleas and mosquitoes, and they had just come to this desert-like Africa from the city, and many habits had not been changed.

Chen Xing put the bed away and went out with the camera, he wanted to take a stroll around the town. The feeling here for Chen Xing is the same as what he thought yesterday, it feels like he can walk around the city center in a few minutes, there is no place here that can be called a highway, and there is that kind of exposed yellow earth everywhere.

Only in the circle where they lived, there were two-story houses made of reinforced concrete. However, there are many shops on the street to exchange foreign currency, as well as places to buy tickets and air tickets, but every shop here is very depressed, either closed, or no one enters, and flies are everywhere, Chen Xing wonders if he can make money by opening a shop here.

But this kind of poor scene, as the professor said, can arouse a photographer's desire to create.

Chen Xing's heart became heavy. The mood is coming, and the probability of making a good film is a little higher. However, it may be that outsiders will feel that their life is not good, and it is difficult to survive here all the time, and the locals living here should not have such thoughts.

The women walked around with something on their heads, a plastic, child-like basin with washed clothes, but unwrung out, which should be taken home to dry, and so they could be carried back without holding on to it.

It's a skill, right? Mr. Chen asked for directions in English, but most of the locals spoke Arabic, but the few educated people still knew English, and he asked for the address of the local post office in a shop.

The post office here is small and built in makeshift wooden sheds.

"Hello, do you have postcards for sale here?"

"Yes." Thankfully, the staff here can speak English, Chen Xing has never worried about the language every time he went to a place before, he can speak English before he goes abroad, and he sends French to the French system.

Chen Xing selected five of the postcards here. The postcards sold at the post office are not as elaborate as those for girls in small commodity stores, and they are basically landscapes and annual greeting cards from some countries, but they are also more representative of a country's culture.

Before coming to Africa, he said that he would send a postcard to Uncle Feida, so Chen Xing sent one to them, and then some friends in China.

Chen Xing personally thinks that there is something great about going to Europe, and it is really great when he goes to Africa. It took him half an hour to finish all the letters.

Just as he was about to leave, a woman came and grabbed his clothes, looking very young.

Chen Xing was startled and subconsciously protected his camera. This woman didn't know English, she just used her hand to signal Chen Xing to go with her to see something, of course Chen Xing didn't go, she got rid of her hand and wanted to leave, she went to find someone from the post office to help spread the word, and the person chased it out and said.

"This gentleman, she wants you to go and see her husband, who is sick and has no money for treatment." Chen Xing also said: "But I'm not a doctor, so it's useless to look for me." But when he was about to leave, he was caught again, and Chen Xing didn't want to run on the street.

Let's take a look, he thought, anyway, I came out today to take a picture of the customs of the country of Sudan, and it's not bad to look for materials.

If that person has a cold, a high fever or something like that, and he can get better by taking some medicine, they also brought some special medicine.

At least she's not a liar. He is very good at seeing a person's emotions with his eyes. Chen Xing nodded.

The black girl was overjoyed, smiling and leading the way, her steps were very excited, and Chen Xing had to speed up her pace to catch up with her.

Fortunately, it's not far away, just a two-minute walk. Her home was also a small house made of loess and thatch, with no windows, so that even during the day, it was dark and barely visible, and there was a suffocating rancid smell almost as soon as she stepped through the door.

This smell irritated Chen Xing's nasal passages. Sometimes it's not a good thing to have a good five senses, especially in places where the environment is particularly bad.

Chen Xing covered his nose, and when his eyes could adapt to the environment, he saw a young man lying on the floor, covered with red checkered cloth, through which he could find that his body was different from ordinary people, and his lower body was severely swollen.

Keep looking at this house. There is only the size of a bedroom in it, there is no bed, the bed should be the floor where the man is lying, but there is a sofa, the sofa looks good, and there seems to be nothing else, and Chen Xing didn't see the stove.

Chen Xing wanted the girl to lift the quilt and gestured with his hand. But at this time, the man actually spoke a word of English.

"Hello......" He seemed to have just woken up, his voice was a little foggy and weak, and the woman hurriedly went up to explain the situation.

Chen Xing waited beside him. In fact, after seeing the abnormality under the man's thin blanket, Chen Xing knew that there was nothing he could do.

He is a doctor, and so is he, but Chen Xing is only a pre-hospital doctor, and he knows all kinds of first-aid techniques well, and can save at least 70% of emergency patients when he is well equipped.

Men are clearly not an emergency. After a while, the man said, "I know my situation, I'm sorry for you." Chen Xing nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll just stop by and take a look, do you need any help?" The girl was more anxious than him, seeing that Chen Xing was leaving, she lifted the quilt and asked Chen Xing to take a look first, anyway, she had nothing to do, and asking foreigners for help was also a dead horse doctor.

The scene is a bit disgusting. Fortunately, Chen Xing has the knowledge of first aid, and many scenes in his memory are much more disgusting than this.

It's burns! Chen Xing recognized it immediately. The burn is estimated to have dragged on for a while, his legs are swollen to at least twice the size of a normal person, and the burns from the waist down are severe, and they have festered and suppurated, and the stench that Chen Xing smelled was also emitted because of this.

Chen Xing immediately sighed, shook his head and said to him, "I can't help you, you have to go to the hospital to see you." "This burn seems to be non-fatal at first, and it should get better soon with a little care and medicine, but in the current situation, even if you go to the hospital, these legs can't be saved.

But if they could go to the hospital, wouldn't they have gone earlier? He silently pulled up the red lattice himself, as if this would save him a trace of face.

The woman was in tears. The man said, "I know, but I can't help it. Chen Xing heard that he spoke English well, so he said, "You should have also read a book, right?" Can't you find a job if you speak English so well? ”

"I used to be a blaster in a mine, and I killed several people in an accident, and I did the same myself, and I used all the money in my family to pay for others, and the house was sold, and I ...... Am I really hopeless? Chen Xing turned his head sideways, didn't look at his eyes, and said, "Don't think about it, you can be cured by going to the hospital." ”

"It's been a year since I was injured, and if I had the money to go to the hospital, I would have gone a long time ago, and it's a long way to get from here to the hospital, and we've already been to the clinic here, and they can't help it." Chen Xing shook his head and wanted to withdraw, but suddenly asked again, "Can I take a picture of you?" ”

"Of course, there is no problem." This man is definitely strong enough in Chen Xing's opinion, and he can still insist on not going to the hospital for a year under such circumstances, the burns are very painful, and even a small piece of boiling water will make people so painful that they can't sleep, let alone burn him like this.

When facing Chen Xing's camera, he still reluctantly laughed. In the past, he should have been a very optimistic person.

Chen Xing also took a picture of this woman. He is a bit faceblind to the aesthetics of black people, but she may also be considered a beautiful woman in the local area, her hair is dyed pink and dirty, but now it has faded much better, and she is wearing clothes made of red strips of cloth, which are somewhat exposed, and it is estimated that she will not pass the audit, and she wears a necklace made of a lot of rope around her neck.

Because of the reason I just cried, my eyes were pitiful, but they were also very clear. Chen Xing has a big opinion about black people who go to other countries, and this opinion comes from their occasional criminal behavior and the funny remarks made by those who have a low level of education, but he has no problem with black people themselves.

Therefore, Chen Xing really has no racial discrimination. African brothers stay in Africa, we are good friends.

Chen Xing left them 10 Sudanese pounds. Although Sudan is very poor, the Sudanese pound is unexpectedly strong, a few dollars can stay in a hotel for a night, and the hotels are all for outsiders, foreigners will basically not lack money.

If you are a local, you can buy a lot of things for ten yuan. At noon, Chen Xing returned to the hotel, and some people who had gone out to hang out also came back.

They obviously didn't meet Chen Xing like this, and they laughed happily when they talked about the stories they encountered on the road, Chen Xing didn't take it out after thinking about it, but only said that he went to the post office to buy a postcard.

Levbode immediately stood up.

"I'm going to send a few too." Professor Nobel shouted, "Where are you going to eat now?" It's better for you to go again in the afternoon, Chen Xing can still show you a way. ”

"Okay professor...... No, no, no, good Nobel director. "Levbode's movements were hilarious, and everyone laughed.

Chen Xing went to the kitchen of the hotel to take a look. The owner of the inn is called Gaxia, and her wife's name is Elle, who is supposed to be a wealthy person in the local area, but the kitchen is still not using natural gas or gas, but in the style of a rural earthen stove, and Elle is adding fire to it.

As middle-class people in Sudan, their family is English-speaking. They had two daughters, thirteen and fifteen, who were also sitting in the kitchen.

Chen Xing came in and chatted with them. The thirteen-year-old sister was a little more cheerful, and asked how Huaxia's songs were sung, and Chen Xing had no choice but to sing a song I love Yanjing Tian'an, which was a song that Chen Xing suddenly remembered.

"Nice! Good! Can you teach us to sing! Although her sister didn't speak, she also looked at Chen Xing with big eyes.

Okay, Chen Xing sang it twice, and then taught them, and her sister Gutur was very talented, and she quickly remembered the tune, but she really didn't know Chinese characters, and she was humming and chirping over there, and her sister Apol asked Chen Xing.

"Brother, if you use Huaxia dialect, how do you pronounce my name?" Chen Xing thought for a while and replied, "Actually, there is no difference, it is also called Apol." She sounded a little disappointed.

Chen Xing is helpless about this, he doesn't have the same good translation level as his predecessors, he can only translate literally, and Apol doesn't seem to have much room for translation.

Two sisters, one was excited to practice singing, and the other was silent to watch her mother cook. Chen Xing suddenly said, "I'll teach you how to write your name in Chinese characters, right?" Apol's eyes lit up, and he ran to Chen Xing and asked, "Really?" Is it easy to write? Chen Xing said: "It's easy to write, come out, I'll teach you to write on the ground outside." After leaving the kitchen, Chen Xing picked up a stone on the road, and then squatted on the ground and wrote the word 'Apol' on the stone.

Fortunately, the land here is not made of concrete, it is the same yellow earth as the street outside, otherwise Chen Xing would have to find a pen and paper to practice for her.

Chen Xing pointed to the words he wrote and said: "Apol, it is three words in Chinese, A, Bo, Er, you can write it?" She also picked up a stone and practiced with Chen Xing's handwriting.

The strokes are all wrong, not so much writing as drawing. However, fortunately, the little girl's emotions were calmed, and Chen Xing remembered what he was going to do when he came to the kitchen, and walked in again...... At first, he just wanted to come in and see what he had for lunch.

Chen Xing went in and asked. Elle stood up and lifted the lid for Chen Xing to see. Is there something like steamed buns boiling in the pot?

It's a bit dark, Chen Xing asked, it's a kind of African coarse grain that is pinched up after adding water, in fact, it is the African version of steamed bread, and I don't know how it tastes.