In the face of the patriarch's strong style, some of the people who were originally a little shaken have also become firm again, and now they believe in the patriarch and believe that Qiangliang is their only way out, otherwise they will inevitably die under the wolf's kiss!

Qiang Liang was also impressed by the patriarch's decisiveness and ruthlessness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoFor the sake of the stability and survival of the clan, he ruthlessly killed his son, and Qiang Liang asked himself if he could do such a thing. It is not for nothing that the Terrans have been able to continue to develop and become the only intelligent beings in future generations, and the patriarch of a small tribe has such courage, let alone the leaders of other tribes!

"It's important to save people!" Qiang Liang no longer sighed. According to the half-baked memories of the later generations, and I don't know if it is correct, Qiang Liang asked the women in the tribe to find needles and threads, and decided to stitch up the huge wound on Qiu's back first, and if he didn't deal with it, Qiu would really die of blood. It's just that after the tribal women brought needles and threads, Qiang Liang was a little dumbfounded: the needles were indeed needles, but they were needles made of fishbones, and the threads were indeed threads, but they were thick linen threads used to make clothes. Looking at the needles and threads as thick as half a tail finger, Qiang Liang felt a little headache...... Accustomed to seeing the slender sewing needles of later generations, it is really difficult to use that crude fishbone as a needle, and that thread!

In the end, Qiang Liang tore off a harder strand of bamboo thorns from a bamboo knife to make a needle, and used women's hair as a thread, which can be regarded as a preliminary solution to the tool problem. Seeing that Qiu's wound was still clean, he was ready to do it directly, anyway, he didn't know if this kind of wound would be cleaned in the future life. But at least he still knows about the disinfection, just looking at the slightly burnt bamboo thorns that have been burned, he is not sure what the result will be, and his hair is naturally cleaned, as for how to disinfect his hair, he is not clear.

Seeing that the breath of Qiu was getting weaker and weaker, Qiang Liang couldn't care so much, so he hurried up and took action, and directly threaded the needle and thread on the huge wound behind Qiu. The technique is not very good, Qiu is still grinning in pain even if he is in a coma, but fortunately he didn't wake up, and he was under general anesthesia. In fact, Qiang Liang is ready, once Qiu is awakened from pain, he will immediately knock him out again, so that he will not suffer alive. Other smaller wounds were directly bandaged. As for whether he will be infected, Qiang Liang has no confidence in his heart, so he can only take one step at a time.

Seeing Qiang Liang sew human flesh together like clothes, everyone in the tribe was amazed, and some of them who were good at sewing stood aside and watched. So intentionally or unintentionally, Qiang Liang explained in detail the points he knew when he sutured the wound, and he just emphasized it repeatedly when he could be sure in his heart, and as for what he couldn't get accurate, he said a word. Although he didn't know how effective it was, he hoped that the Terrans would learn and perfect this technique, because, at least in the eyes of future generations, there was nothing wrong with the direction of this healing method. As long as they practice and study carefully, they will always reach the level of later generations.

When the wound was treated, Qiu was moved to the house and looked after by someone - the woman who provided the hair to take care of Qiu. Looking at her concerned look, maybe the revenge will be a blessing in disguise.

The patriarch may still be immersed in grief and has not appeared, but everyone understands in their hearts and does not bother.

It was just afternoon, and Qiu had a high fever, and he had even begun to talk nonsense. Qiang Liang knows whether he can survive or not, so it depends on this level. Hurriedly ordered to go down and use a few physical cooling methods that were not known much in later generations to cool down Qiu. Qiang Liang explained to everyone while cooling down: "The high fever does not go away, this is a sign of infection. Therefore, the previous work must be disinfected. The next step is to prevent the infection from getting worse. Once the fever starts, it is necessary to take care of it carefully and reduce the fever as soon as possible. If you survive this, you'll be fine. In the end, just in case, Qiang Liang injected a trace of fairy spirit into Qiu Du, and Qiu slowly stabilized.

Early the next morning, Qiu had already opened his eyes, and Qiang Liang couldn't help but feel relieved, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel admiration for the strong physical fitness of the Honghuang Terran Race. Looking at Qiu's thirsty lips, Qiang Liang hurriedly ordered: "You can feed Qiu, so as to ensure that he has enough energy to fight the injury." Qiu Ke gently squirmed his lips and said, "Wolf clan ......"

Qiang understood under his conscience, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I have already surveyed before coming, maybe the contract is really effective, and the wolf clan has not made any moves, not to mention that they have won." You are glorious even though you are defeated!"

Qiu moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything. Although it is a pity to fail, it has not lost the integrity of the human race. Even though he was seriously injured, he felt that it was worth it. The one who flees without a fight is the one he looks down on, and the eldest husband should be happy to take revenge!

Qiang Liang saw that Qiu was tired, so he didn't say anything more, and slowly withdrew from the house.

After coming outside the house, Qiang Liang was stunned, and saw the slightly haggard patriarch kneeling outside the house with some people from the tribe. As soon as Qiang Liang appeared, they shouted, "Xie Liang Sage!" and then fell to the ground in unison.

Qiang Liang hurriedly helped him and said, "I can't help it, please get up quickly!"

The patriarch refused to get up, but said in a sonorous voice: "The good sage deserves our worship! Even if we don't go through cultivation, we can still find a path to development. Even though it is full of dangers and obstacles, and the effect is not as fast as that of immortal arts, it is completely capable of being mastered by our human race without relying on others. The human race is weak, and it is impossible for everyone to succeed in cultivation. But the art taught by the good sages can be mastered by us through our observation. This is the direction of development of the human race, and in the future, not only to treat injuries, but also to eat, dress, travel, etc. Healing injuries can be done without immortal arts, and there are certainly other ways to get through without immortal arts, but we just need to discover it slowly. Those who have potential can cultivate the art of immortals, thinking that the human race needs to serve from time to time, but those who have no potential can learn this mortal art to promote the development of the human race itself. The good sage has selflessly offered such a sacrifice for our human race, and we have nothing to repay! Therefore, please accept our wait!"

After hearing this, Qiang Liang no longer shirked, but he could afford this worship, so he straightened up and accepted the solemn worship of the tribe's cadres.

After the worship, the patriarch did not get up, but pleaded again: "Please also ask the good sage to give a name for this technique!"

Qiang Liang was silent for a long time, and finally said solemnly: "Technology!"

Terran goodbye!