At dawn, Lao Yang and An Ruizhi arrived at the Mushroom Cliff, and the others were already waiting for them. Wu Fenbin also woke up, but he was still in a fever, and after drinking water, his spirits were better, and a few people who came on his back took advantage of this gap to cut two wooden sticks, tied up a simple stretcher, and prepared to carry Wu Fenbin away.

An Ruizhi is most anxious about Wu Fenbin's injury now, once the wound on his waist is infected and festering, it will be life-threatening, although An Ruizhi has not been in the Golden Triangle for a long time, but he has a good understanding of the local social situation, it is more difficult to find a doctor within a radius of 100 kilometers than to ascend to the sky, and now he can only pin his hope on Lao Yang.

An Ruizhi called Lao Yang to the side and whispered to him: "Brother Yang, the top priority is to find a doctor as soon as possible, the monkey has a gunshot wound in the waist, and it must be treated as soon as possible." ”

Lao Yang thought for a while and said: "Forty or fifty kilometers away from here, there is a small cottage of our Kokang clan, there is an old hunter in the cottage, he has a very good way of treating bruises and gunshot wounds, and he uses the old methods of traditional Chinese medicine, so we can only go to him now." In addition, the cottage is full of our own people, and we can also repair it there. ”

"Okay, just Brother Yiyang, let's go quickly."

There were six people who followed Lao Yang, plus An Ruizhi and Lao Yang were just eight people, and a group of four took turns carrying Wu Fenbin away.

The journey was non-stop, and everyone rested for more than ten minutes when they were tired and continued to hurry, and they did not stop all night. Because of the high fever, Wu Fenbin often fell into a coma, and on the way, everyone kept pouring mountain spring water in a kettle on his body to cool him down. It wasn't until the next morning that I finally arrived at a small cottage with only a dozen households.

The cottage is located on the edge of the forest, surrounded by mountains, and the dilapidated stilted buildings are scattered among the trees.

Lao Yang led everyone to a stilted building on the edge of the forest, which was built between two large trees that could only be closed by several people. Lao Yang asked everyone to put down the stretcher and wait below, and he climbed up the stilted building by himself on the creaking wooden staircase.

An Ruizhi and a few others were busy untying the ropes that bound Wu Fenbin, because the road was all mountainous, and many places were very steep, so they were worried about falling him down, so they tied him to the stretcher with ropes.

After a while, Lao Yang came down again, and he happily said to An Ruizhi: "The old man happened to be at home, and the two of us lifted him up." ”

An Ruizhi was happy in his heart, "I'll do it myself." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and hugged Wu Fenbin.

Lao Yang turned back to the other people and said, "Don't go up to the others, otherwise it will crush the old man's stilted building, we may have to live here for a while, and you brothers will go to the forest to cut some wood and build a shack on that big tree." After speaking, Lao Yang followed behind An Ruizhi and climbed up the stilted building together.

An Ruizhi walked into the wooden building with Wu Fenbin in his arms, only to feel that it was dark and dirty everywhere, there was a fire pit in the middle of the room, and a kettle wrapped in smoke was hanging on it, and there was an old man with gray hair sitting on a shabby low bamboo chair smoking hookah, and the thick bamboo bucket hookah made a gurgling and gurgling sound.

"Ask the old man to save my brother, you can ask for as much as you want." An Ruizhi said anxiously.

The old man didn't speak, but pointed to the broken bamboo mat by the fire, motioned for the patient to be placed there, and then continued to grunt and smoke his hookah, and after a few more puffs, he leaned the hookah more than half a meter high on the back of the bamboo chair, and then said slowly: "I'll take a look at the wound." ”

An Ruizhi hurriedly picked up Wu Fenbin's clothes, and with the help of Lao Yang, he took off the bandage wrapped around his waist, and suddenly a foul smell emitted, and the wound was red and swollen, oozing blood.

The old man glanced at it, couldn't help frowning, he thought for a while, called Lao Yang aside, pointed to the bundles of herbs hanging on the wall, and said, "You hurry up to the forest to pick these herbs, it is best to grow by the roots of the old tree, the fresher the better." ”

"Got it." Lao Yang grabbed the medicine basket and shovel on the floor and hurriedly walked out.

"Wipe the area around his wounds." The old man said to An Ruizhi as he took out a small jar from a wooden box.

An Ruizhi knew that this was a cupping commonly used in Chinese medicine, but he didn't know what the old man used it for.

I saw the old man tear a piece of paper from a book, tore the paper into several small strips, and then stretched out to the fire pit to light it, quickly stuffed the burning paper into the cupping, and quickly buckled the mouth of the can to Wu Fenbin's wound.

Wu Fenbin's whole body trembled involuntarily, An Ruizhi held his hand tightly, and said softly, "If you can't help it, shout out." ”

Wu Fenbin shook his head slightly and did not speak.

The old man took another basin from the side and leaned it against the wound. After waiting for two or three minutes, I shook the cupping from side to side and then took it off, only to see that most of the viscous pus and blood from the tea bowl flowed out of the cupping, white is pus, red is blood. An Ruizhi finally understood that the old man was removing the dirt from the wound, and although this method was very primitive, it was very beneficial to healing.

The old man cleaned the cupping, wiped it dry, lit the note, stuffed it into the cupping, and then buckled it to Wu Fenbin's wound. This was repeated four times, until all that was sucked out was bright red blood.

At this time, Lao Yang also returned, and the old man said to him: "Wash the herbs, and then mix them together and mash them." Then he handed An Ruizhi a small wooden stick the length of chopsticks, "Put it in his mouth and let him bite the wooden stick tightly." ”

An Ruizhi didn't know what the old man was going to do, so he asked Wu Fenbin to open his mouth and bite the wooden stick.

I saw the old man pluck something made of ox horns from the wall, pull out the wooden stopper, and pour some black powder from it on Wu Fenbin's wound, An Ruizhi recognized that it was gunpowder, and he immediately understood the old man's purpose, only hunters would use this cruel means of healing.

The old man used tongs to pinch out a piece of red-hot charcoal from the fire pit, and suddenly inserted it into Wu Fenbin's wound, and the gunpowder sprinkled on the wound burned, Wu Fenbin shook violently, and then his body twitched, and his mouth made a muffled humming sound, and finally hung his head and fainted.

The old man quickly covered the wound with the fresh herbs that Lao Yang had mashed, he let out a sigh of relief, and said to the two of them: "You don't need to bandage him, so it's okay, if you don't have a fever tomorrow, he'll be fine, but I can't do anything if I continue to have a fever." Now it's up to him to make it to himself. ”

"Thank you, dad, thank you so much." An Ruizhi said gratefully.

The old man also seemed to be tired, he waved his hand and didn't speak, sat back on the bamboo chair, took the bamboo bucket hookah, took two sips very vigorously, and then said to Lao Yang: "A few days ago, I picked up an old Ganoderma lucidum in the forest, you go to the forest to hunt a pheasant, and stew some soup for him to drink." ”

When An Ruizhi heard this, he hurriedly said, "Brother Yang, you rest, let's go." ”

"Haha, you're better than me, but you're not as good at hunting. You're here to take care of Brother Tong, and I'll be back soon. After speaking, Lao Yang grabbed the old gun and turned around and went out again.

Looking at the back of Lao Yang leaving, An Ruizhi's heart was hot, he was really moved, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, in a few days, he would change Lao Yang's gun first.

An Ruizhi stayed by Wu Fenbin's side and stayed guard all night, touching Wu Fenbin's forehead with his hand from time to time to test his body temperature. An Ruizhi didn't close his eyes until dawn.

After dawn the next day, An Ruizhi woke up suddenly, he quickly touched Wu Fenbin's forehead with his hand, it was not hot, An Ruizhi felt a burst of ecstasy, he was still a little uneasy, he lay down and let his face stick to Wu Fenbin's forehead, sure enough, it was the same as his body temperature, he jumped up excitedly, ran out of the stilted building, and shouted loudly, "Brother Yang, the monkey is better......"

Suddenly, An Ruizhi found that a grass hut had been erected on the big tree next to him, and the grass hut was set up with wooden sticks on a few thick branches in the middle of the big tree, and a simple wooden ladder was erected on the trunk.

Hearing An Ruizhi's shout, Lao Yang and the others came down from the grass shed on the tree along the wooden ladder, An Ruizhi hurriedly ran over to hold Lao Yang's hand, and said excitedly: "The monkey's body temperature has returned to normal, and he is no longer in danger." ”

"Great, it's all thanks to this kid's body to get through this catastrophe." Lao Yang also said happily.

"No, it all depends on everyone's help and the old man's careful treatment, without Brother Yang, Wu Fenbin can't pass this hurdle." An Ruizhi said gratefully.