Chapter 1162 The City on which the Sun Never Sets 32
night
Even the last cal was killed, anxiety makes people unable to sleep.
The companion woke up and found Lao Li who was also unable to sleep, "Do you think we can all reach Pangtong? If there is no food ahead, we will eat our tribe."
"No. There is a place where cactus grows in front."
Old Li swallowed his saliva, he looked into the distance, and there was still a glimr of hope in his eyes.
Due to long-term lack of water, he said with a hoarse voice, "Didn't everyone collect a lot of urine, hold on.
Cacti are hardy and won't die so quickly. There is also a group of gray wolves there. If we can kill them, we will have the capital to support Pang Tong. "
Gray wolves in the desert live in packs.
They have always appeared in groups, fast and ferocious, killing cals, horses, and...
This is the creature that the cal team is most afraid of encountering.
A group of refugees who have worked so hard until now, and a group of wild beasts in the desert, it doesn't matter who has food.
Hearing his words, the companion sighed deeply, "If you can't hold on, eat first. Then start killing the fat ones, try to save as many people as possible, and at least leave so blood of the Li Quaga clan. "
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At this ti, the group of cacti in their mouths is now lit with a bonfire.
Fu An'an had demolished a lot of wood in the Gobi before, and there is no shortage of firewood recently.
Following the fire, she checked Lu Shen for his injuries.
The wound on his waist was neither pus nor inflad, and it actually healed the best.
The other ground will not work.
So wounds are more or less pus due to sweat, or improper cleaning, or the diocre effect of drugs. So of them are relatively mild and can be washed with salt water; so are more serious, and the thick pus starts to flow down, and the wound festers.
Now that dicine is scarce, there is no way to treat him.
Fu Anan thought of the scalded wound, "Or I'll scald you again."
"good."
She just said it casually, but Lu Shen actually agreed, "Cut off the rotten at on it first and then burn it."
Lu Shen is more ruthless than she said.
"I don't have a knife."
Fu Anan had a rough ti this round, except for the two long iron hooks, he couldn't find any weapons at hand.
"I have."
Lu Shen took out a crescent-shaped knife from his arms. It was wrapped with cloth strips, and after opening it, she tried it to cut barbecue at, and it was very sharp.
"Can!"
Fu Anan held it and gestured in the air, and it was very easy to use. She threw the iron hook into the flas to burn, and then took out the wooden stick that Lu Shen had bitten on earlier.
The service is thoughtful and considerate.
The barefoot doctor, who beca a monk halfway, was very stressed when performing surgery on people.
She put the blade on the fla and roasted it to sterilize it. By the way, she washed his wound with salt water before she dared to put the knife on it.
So rotten flesh had a lot of pus, and when the knife was pressed down, it was squeezed out. The weather was too hot, and the wound was rotten too badly. Fu Anan managed to control the shaking of his hands, and quickly scooped out the rotten flesh.
It was hot, and there was another trace of an iron hook on it. After cleaning up all the rotten places on his body, Lu Shen's face turned pale, but he didn't cry out.
Fu Anan fed him so salt water, then fed him a few pieces of at, and patted his arm appreciatively, the boss is very patient!
"I respect you for being a man."
Lu Shen: "You slapped my wound."
Good night everyone, go to bed early~
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