Domestic Fengyoujing can be said to be a miracle medicine whether it is used to repel insects or treat the affected areas after insect bites. Chen Xing brought two bottles over.
Chen Xing went back to the room to take off the essential oil, and then looked at Ford's little bag after being bitten.
"Um, you... don't seem to be bitten by mosquitoes?"
"What is that?"
"It should be fleas."
"Really?" Ford asked back, then he looked at the red packet and said, "It's possible."
In modern times, as long as you don't keep pets, you rarely see fleas in your life. Chen Xing has been bitten before, so he has an impression of it, but Ford has only seen it in textbooks. He has never seen fleas in real life. p>
No matter what, Fengyoujing is always useful.
Chen Xing put the things in his hands and moved the bed back to the room.
Laifu Bode looked at Chen Xing carrying the bed upstairs with his hands folded, and couldn't help but sigh: "Chen doesn't look like he has any muscles, but he is really strong. Do you think he can fight? Bruce Chen?"
Ford didn't have much to talk about and sighed: "I'm just thinking about how many biting things there are on my bed. Don't you have any in your room?"
Laifu Bode laughed and said: "I haven't met him yet. I'm going to move the bed outside to sleep tonight. Chen is really a genius."
The way he was holding it in his mouth when he spoke made Ford feel suffocated.
Am I the only one bitten by fleas?
After another half an hour, he finally felt relieved. There were people in the film crew who were bitten by fleas and mosquitoes. They had just come to this desert-like Africa from the city, and many of their habits had not changed.
Chen Xing put down the bed and went out with his camera. He wanted to take a walk around the town.
Chen Xing's feeling here was the same as what he thought yesterday. It felt like he could walk around the center of the city in a few minutes. There was no place that could be called a highway, and the exposed yellow land was everywhere.
Only the area where they live has two-story reinforced concrete houses.
However, there are many shops that exchange foreign currency on the street, as well as places to buy tickets and air tickets, but every shop here is very depressed, or it is closed, or no one goes in, and flies are everywhere. Chen Xing is very
I wonder if I can make money by opening a store here.
But this kind of poverty scene can really stimulate a photographer's creative desire just as the professor said.
Chen Xing's heart felt heavy.
When the mood comes, the chance of making a good film is also higher.
However, it may be that outsiders like them think that their life is not good and it is difficult to survive here. The locals living here should not have such thoughts.
Women were walking around with things on their heads. There was a large plastic basin, the kind used for children's baths. There were washed clothes in it, but they were not wrung out. They should have taken them home to dry, without holding them with their hands.
Can push it back.
This can be considered a skill.
Chen Xing asked for directions in English, but most of the locals could only speak Arabic, but a few educated people still knew English. He asked for the address of the local post office in a store.
The post office here is very small, built in a temporary wooden shed.
"Hello, are there any postcards for sale here?"
"Yes."
Thank God the staff here can speak English. Whenever Chen Xing went to a place before, he never worried about the language. He knew English before going abroad, and when he arrived in France, the system also provided French.
Chen Xing selected five of the postcards here.
The postcards sold by the post office are not as exquisite as those given to girls in small commodity stores. They are basically the scenery of some countries and annual greeting cards, but they are also more representative of a country's culture.
Before coming to Africa, I said I would send postcards to Uncle Fida and the others, so Chen Xing sent one to them, and also some friends in China.
Chen Xing personally feels that if there is something great about going to Europe, then going to Africa is really amazing.
It took him half an hour to finish writing all the letters.
After paying the money and preparing to leave, a woman came over and grabbed his clothes. She looked very young.
Chen Xing was startled and subconsciously protected his camera.
The woman didn't understand English and just gestured with her hand for Chen Xing to follow her to see something. Of course Chen Xing didn't go and wanted to leave after getting rid of her hand. She went to the post office to help send the message, but the man chased her out.
said.
"Sir, she wants you to go see her husband. Her husband is sick and has no money for treatment."
Chen Xing also said: "But I'm not a doctor, so there's no point in looking 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 go and have a look, he thought. Anyway, he came out today just to take pictures of the country's customs and customs. It would be good to find some material. If that person has a cold, high fever, etc., he can take some medicine and be cured.
They also brought some special medicine.
At least she's not a liar.
He is very good at using his eyes to see a person's emotions.
Chen Xing nodded.
The black girl was overjoyed and led the way with a smile. Her steps were very exciting, and Chen Xing had to speed up to catch up with her.
Fortunately, it's not far away. It only takes two minutes to walk.
Her home is also a small house built of loess and thatch, with no windows, so even in the daytime the room is very dark and you can hardly see anything, and there is a suffocating rotten smell almost as soon as you step into the door.
Stink.
This smell irritated Chen Xing's nasal cavity.
Sometimes having better five senses is not a good thing, especially in a place with a particularly bad environment.
Chen Xing covered his nose and waited until his eyes could adapt to the environment before he saw a young man lying on the floor, covered with a red plaid cloth. Through the cloth, you could see that his body was different from that of ordinary people, and his lower body was severely swollen.<
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Continue to look at this house.
It is only the size of a bedroom, and there is no bed. The bed should be the floor where the man lies, but there is a sofa. The sofa looks pretty good, and there seems to be nothing else. Chen Xing didn't even see the stove.
Chen Xing wanted the girl to lift the quilt and gestured with her hands.
But at this time the man actually spoke English.
"Hello..."
He seemed to have just woken up, and his voice was a little confused and weak. The woman quickly went up and explained the situation.
Chen Xing is waiting nearby.
In fact, after seeing the abnormality under the man's thin blanket, Chen Xing knew that there was nothing he could do.
Call him a doctor, and he is too, but Chen Xing is just a pre-hospital doctor. He knows all kinds of first aid techniques well, and with sound equipment, he can save at least 70% of emergency patients.
The man is obviously not suffering from an emergency.
After a while, the man said: "I know my situation, please excuse me."
Chen Xing nodded and said: "It's okay, I just stopped by to see if you need any help?"
The girl was more anxious than him. Seeing that Chen Xing was about to leave, she lifted up the quilt and let Chen Xing take a look first. Anyway, she had no choice but to ask foreigners for help.
The scene is a bit disgusting.
Fortunately, Chen Xing has first aid knowledge, and many scenes in his memory are much more disgusting than this one.
It's a burn!
Chen Xing recognized it immediately.
This burn probably lasted for a while. The legs were swollen to at least twice the size of a normal person. The burns below the waist were severe and had festered and suppurated. The stench that Chen Xing smelled was also emitted from this.
Chen Xing immediately sighed, shook his head and said to him: "I can't help you, you have to go to the hospital."
This burn does not seem to be fatal at first. With a little recovery and medicine, it should heal quickly. But judging from the current situation, even if you go to the hospital, your legs cannot be saved.<
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But if they could go to the hospital, wouldn’t they have gone there long ago?
He silently pulled up the red plaid himself, as if this could save him a little bit of face.
The woman is crying.
The man said: "I know, but I can't help it."
Chen Xing heard that he spoke English well, so he said, "You must have read a book, right? Can't you find a job if your English is so good?"
"I used to be a demolition worker in a mine. An accident killed several people. It happened to me too. I gave all my family's money to compensate others and sold my house. I... I'm really hopeless.
?"
Chen Xing turned his head to the side, not looking into his eyes, and said: "Don't think too much, it can be cured by going to the hospital."
"It's been a year since I was injured. If I had the money to go to the hospital, I would have gone there long ago. And it's a long way from here to the hospital. We've already been to the clinic here, and they can't do anything."
Chen Xing shook his head and wanted to exit, but suddenly asked: "Can I take a photo for you?"
"Of course, no problem."
In Chen Xing's opinion, this man is definitely strong enough. Under such circumstances, he can still persist for a year without going to the hospital. Burns are very painful. Even a small burn with boiling water will make people unable to sleep.
Let alone burn him like this.
When facing Chen Xing's camera, he still managed to laugh.
I should have been a very optimistic person in the past.
Chen Xing also took a photo of this woman.
He is a bit blind to the aesthetics of black people, but she may be considered a beauty in the local area. Her hair is dyed pink in dreadlocks, but it has faded much now. She is wearing clothes made of red cloth strips, which is a bit revealing. It may be exposed.
I couldn't pass the review, so I wore a necklace made of many ropes around my neck.
Because he had just cried, his eyes were pitiful, but also very clear.
Chen Xing has a lot of opinions about black people who go to other countries. This opinion comes from their occasional criminal behavior and the funny remarks they make with low levels of education, but he has no objection to the black people themselves.
Therefore, Chen Xing really does not have racial discrimination.
African brothers stay in Africa and we will be good friends.
Chen Xing left them 10 Sudanese pounds.
Although Sudan is very poor, the Sudanese pound is surprisingly strong. You can stay in a hotel for a few yuan a night, and hotels are mostly used by outsiders. Foreigners are basically not short of money. For locals, ten yuan
Money can buy a lot of things.
Chen Xing returned to the hotel at noon, and some people who went out for shopping also came back.
They obviously had not encountered anything like Chen Xing. They laughed happily while talking about the stories they encountered on the road. Chen Xing thought for a while and did not tell the story. He only said that he went to the post office and bought a postcard.
Laif Bode stood up immediately.
"I'm going to send a few away too."
Professor Nobel shouted: "Where are you going after dinner? You can go there in the afternoon, and Chen Xing can show you the way."
"Good professor...no, no, good Nobel director."
Laif Bode's actions were very funny and everyone laughed.
Chen Xing went to the hotel kitchen to take a look.
The owner of the hotel is named Gasia, and her wife is named Ellie. She should be considered a wealthy person in the local area, but the kitchen is still not using natural gas or coal gas, but a rural earthen stove, and Ellie is adding fire to it.<
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As Sudan's middle class, their whole family can speak English.
They have two daughters, one thirteen and the other fifteen, who are also sitting in the kitchen.
Chen Xing chatted with them when he came in.
The thirteen-year-old sister was more cheerful and asked how Huaxia's songs were sung. Chen Xing had no choice but to sing a song called "I Love Yanjing Tian'an". This was a song that Chen Xing suddenly remembered.
"It sounds good! It sounds good!
Can you teach us to sing!"
Although her sister did not speak, she looked at Chen Xing with big eyes.
Okay, Chen Xing sang it twice more and then taught them. My sister Gutur is very talented and can remember the tune quickly, but she really doesn’t know Chinese characters. She hummed and sang over there. My sister Apol
Ask Chen Xing.
"Brother, if you use Chinese dialect, how do you pronounce my name?"
Chen Xing thought for a while and replied: "Actually there is no difference, it is also called Abol."
She sounded a little disappointed.
Chen Xing has nothing to do about this. He is not as good at translating as his predecessors, so he can only translate literally, and Apol doesn't seem to have much room for translation.
Two sisters, one is very excited about practicing singing, and the other is silently watching her mother cook.
Chen Xing suddenly said: "Shall I teach you how to write your name in Chinese characters?"
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 and I'll teach you how to write on the ground outside."
After leaving the kitchen, Chen Xing picked up a stone on the road, then squatted on the ground and wrote the word "Abol" with the stone.
Fortunately, the land here is not made of concrete, but the same yellow land as the streets outside. Otherwise, Chen Xing would have to find paper and pen for her to practice.
Chen Xing pointed to the words he had written and said: "Apol, in Chinese there are three words, A, Bo, Er. Can you write it down?"
She also picked up a stone and started practicing with Chen Xing's handwriting.
The strokes are all wrong, it’s more like painting than writing.
However, fortunately, the little girl's emotions were calmed down. Chen Xing remembered what he wanted to do in the kitchen and walked in again... At first, he just wanted to come in to see what was for lunch.
Chen Xing went in and asked.
Ai Li stood up and opened the lid to let Chen Xing see.
Are steamed buns or something like that cooked in the pot? It's a bit dark, so Chen Xing asked. It's a kind of African coarse grain that is kneaded with water. In fact, it's the African version of steamed buns. I don't know how it tastes.
