It has been delayed long enough, but fortunately Yunluo pointed out a clear path for me, saving me the time of searching everywhere by myself, so I quickly picked up a plastic bag of medicine from the infirmary and rushed downstairs.
Then he hurried back to the fat man carefully.
He was still lying on the spot, his back was like a ravine, criss-crossing, and the wounds deep into his bones had healed a little, but he was still screaming, and it looked like he was still in pain.
He heard someone approaching, half-crouched up alertly, took out a charm from his pocket, glanced back, and realized it was me, so he relaxed.
"Yang Fan, where did you go just now? You haven't come back for so long, leaving me here alone." The fat man complained, "I wanted to put some medicine on my back, but my hands were too short.
Less than.”
"It's not that your hands are too short, it's that your waist is too thick that you can't touch your back." Seeing that although his injuries were serious, he was still very energetic, I couldn't help but feel relieved. This man is indeed the same as me.
The fate is great. If an ordinary person has lost so much blood, even if he doesn't faint from shock, he probably won't have the strength to jump up.
"Who said I have a thick waist? I have lost two or three pounds since I set out these days. Look, the fat on my belly has shrunk. Oops..." The fat man accidentally touched his own wound again, which hurt.
He grinned and shouted, "Have you brought any medicine? If you have, please give me some."
I smiled and said: "Okay, don't talk nonsense now that you have opened the skylight. I did go to get you some medicine. I packed a bunch of them back. You have to be patient. Some of the medicines are very irritating for disinfection. If you touch them directly,
The nerves and blood vessels will probably be very painful.”
"It's okay, Fatty. I've never seen anything like this. Why can't I bear a little bit of pain?" The fat man put on an expression as if the wind was blowing and the water was cold, and he said righteously: "Come on, let the storm come more violently.
Bar."
"Then I'm not welcome." I opened the plastic bag, took out a bottle of orange surgical disinfectant, took out a cotton swab and dipped some in it, tentatively applied it to the wound on the fat man's back, and applied it gently.
"Ah! Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!" The fat man's body flew up like a loach, and he shouted like a butchered pig, "Did you apply potion on me, or sulfuric acid? This is better than those who were killed before.
The acid sprayed by the millipede still hurts... Oops, it looks like I'm going to fall here today, fat man."
He kept yelling "Ouch, Ouch". Although I moved as gently as possible, it was probably because the disinfectant effect of this potion was too strong and his wound was too deep, so it caused severe irritation.
Generally speaking, this kind of medicine is given after anesthesia is given during the operation. But now, although the fat man's wound is comparable to a major operation, where can I find anesthesia for him?
So I had to let him swallow two painkillers with his saliva to prevent him from biting his tongue in pain. I quickly cleaned the surrounding wounds, and then prepared to stop the bleeding on the most severe wound on his back, which was like a chasm.
.
"Wait a minute, your wound is a little strange." I found that the color of the flesh and blood at the wound was not the normal deep red, but a dilapidated gray-white color, as if the tissue here had no blood supply for oxygen and had become necrotic, but
If you look closely, you can see that there is still blood slowly oozing out from under the wound.
"Ah? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" The fat man stopped even moaning in pain and asked nervously: "I felt itchy in the wound before, as if something was crawling inside. I'm afraid it's...
Is it possible that there are insects in there? Please help me take a look."
"Insects got in?" I carefully opened the wound with tweezers and took a look. I didn't see any insects, but the flesh and blood underneath did show a grayish color, and the tissue became necrotic as if it had been poisoned, causing the wound to
It could not heal completely, and hemostasis was also hindered.
After simple disinfection, the gray color was relieved a lot, and the blood color of the wound gradually returned, which seemed to be a sign of poison in the body.
"You seem to have been poisoned. Did anything happen to you while I was away? Has anyone come over?" I asked while touching the fat man's forehead. It was obviously a little hot.
There is some inflammation in the body.
"I'm not sure. I was completely groggy before, and I don't know what happened around me. Others probably haven't been here, but I heard a buzzing sound before..." The fat man was a little confused.
Said, "Then I felt the wound on my back was painful and itchy, so I got up..."
"Wait a minute, Yang Fan, why do you look so ugly? Were you injured just now?" The fat man asked strangely, "I think your face looks like ashes, either covered by evil energy, or seriously injured or poisoned.
sign."
"My face? I'm fine now." The fat man's words made me feel inexplicable. When I faced the Gu corpse and accompanying Gu spirit before, although I was indeed seriously injured, I was enveloped by the spiritual power emitted by You Yunluo.
Next time, I have almost recovered. Even the places injured by the Gu beast and the Malu have healed. It can be said that the condition is better than before I left.
"Take a look at your arms to see if there are gray flower patterns on them." The fat man said in a weak tone, "Although it's not as serious as your face, there are signs of this on your limbs."
When he said this, I quickly raised my arm and took a look. Sure enough, it was just as the fat man said. The original blood color had faded away, and there were gray and strange streaks.
I looked carefully and found that the fat man's arms were similar to mine, but they looked grayer and even the markings were no longer clear, which was obviously a sign of deeper poisoning.
"This is miasma!" I suddenly realized what was going on. "My mother-in-law told us a few days ago that we should beware of the ubiquitous miasma in southern Xinjiang. Although generally speaking, miasma is not as toxic as poisonous insects.
It is direct, but because it permeates the air, you will be chronically poisoned as long as you breathe, there is no way to escape, and it is difficult to detect before symptoms appear.”
"Miasma? Damn it, isn't this the base of their evil witch sect? If the house is filled with miasma, aren't they afraid that their own people will also be poisoned?" The fat man cursed, "If you let me know who spread the miasma, fat man,
We must beat him out."
I thought for a while and said, "Okay, you wounded man, don't be brave. Fortunately, the effect of this miasma is not obvious, and I haven't felt anything abnormal yet."