Sepsis is when pathogens such as bacteria or fungi enter the human blood, grow and reproduce in the blood and release toxins, thereby damaging the functions of various organs of the human body. It is a symptom that is particularly likely to occur after severe wound infection.
As long as there is special antibiotic treatment, it can generally be completely cured. But if it is not treated in time, it is very likely to cause death.
Fortunately, Fang Jingyao has not yet reached the most critical moment. Li Lei had cleaned up the wound and re-bandaged it. Liao Mingyu gave him an infusion and some antipyretics. It has stabilized now.
"Continue to observe his situation. I will go out and explain to them first."
"Okay captain."
After instructing Li Lei to continue observing his condition, Liao Mingyu walked out of the room.
…
Seeing Liao Mingyu come out, Agui and others who were waiting anxiously at the door immediately came up to him: "Sir Liao, how is my husband!?"
"Mr. Fang is fine now. You should be prepared. Once his condition stabilizes, he will be sent to the Sichuan Army Corps. He can also get better treatment there." Liao Mingyu said.
"Very good!"
"Mr. Fang is truly blessed and blessed."
"I have to thank you, sir."
...Everyone in the Nanyang Self-Rescue Army breathed a sigh of relief. Agui didn't speak, but nodded heavily.
There were no words to express the gratitude in his heart at this moment. He straightened his clothes and solemnly knelt down on one knee in front of Liao Mingyu:
"Sir Liao, we will remember your great kindness today!"
Before Liao Mingyu could react, the group of self-rescue soldiers behind him also knelt down.
Agui took out a dagger from his arms and held it in his hand. With a focused look, he made a cut in his palm, and blood flowed out instantly.
"With blood as evidence, heaven and earth can learn from it. From today on, Agui, this life is yours! If you violate it, please ask Chief Liao to kill me with this dagger!"
After speaking, Agui lowered his head and respectfully raised the dagger above his head with both hands, signaling Liao Mingyu to accept his oath.
"No, no, no, get up! There's no need for this." Liao Mingyu couldn't laugh or cry. Why did these Nanyang people kneel down at every turn, like ancient heroes, which made him a little at a loss.
But Agui on the ground said nothing, just holding the dagger up. He didn't care about the blood on his hands that kept flowing.
"Setting in the group... This is probably some kind of rule for people running around in the world, to show their loyalty. How about you just follow his wishes, otherwise you won't be able to do anything to him." Meng Fanxiao whispered in Liao Mingyu's ear, in front of him This scene also amazed him.
"Okay, I understand. Go and bandage it quickly. Be careful not to infect your wound."
Alas, this is nothing. Liao Mingyu reluctantly took the dagger, and then helped Agui, a stubborn man, up together.
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Fang Jingyao is still receiving infusions. Now his high fever has subsided, but he is still a little confused. Agui and Li Lei accompanied him in the room and continued to observe his condition.
Liao Mingyu and Meng Fan were bored and walked around observing this small village with only a dozen houses.
"Team leader, when Mr. Fang came here to buy arms, I thought the Self-Rescue Army he was talking about was so impressive, but now it seems like it's just that. Just like a group of rural guerrillas." Meng Fanxiao was disdainful. said. That group of so-called self-rescue troops really couldn't catch his eye.
"You kid, you are so ridiculous. This group of people was originally a spontaneous militia organization. You might have been inferior to them a few months ago." Liao Mingyu said slowly.
To say that he still admires this group of people, they have no logistics and lack of training, and they all rely on the sporadic support of those Nanyang families. Now that they are blocked in the mountains and forests by the Japanese, they are in an even more difficult situation, but they still have not given up. It is enough for them to dare to continue fighting against the Japanese.
…
After noon, the village was still quiet.
There were soldiers all around, and the villagers were so scared that they hid in their houses and did not dare to come out, for fear that these people who did not know whether they were soldiers or bandits would hurt them.
However, after watching this group of soldiers for most of the day, there was no movement. A few brave villagers poked their heads out of the door and watched curiously.
The people from the Nanyang Self-Rescue Army were obviously very familiar with them. After a good explanation with them, the villagers felt relieved. They all came out of their rooms and started busy with their daily chores.
"What are you doing?" A hunchbacked old man wandered up to Liao Mingyu, smoking a dry pipe in his hand.
"Old man, we are here to save people. We will leave after a while and we won't stay long." Liao Mingyu said to the old man with a smile.
"Oh...save people. Oh, I thought little Japan had crossed the river." The old man said.
"Uncle, have any Japanese been here?" Liao Mingyu asked curiously.
"Where is it? If little Japan comes, how can we live a good life? Haha, I heard that there are Japanese on the other side of Zenda Town upstream, and they are fighting every day. Who knows when it will end."
The old man sighed. He picked up the cigarette rod and took two more puffs, only to find that there was no shredded tobacco inside.
Liao Mingyu took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to the old man. He said with a smile: "Come on, old man, let's try this cigarette."
"Hey, that's so embarrassing. Haha, thank you, sir." The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes, taking the cigarette from Liao Mingyu. After lighting it up, I took two nice puffs.
"call…"
Liao Mingyu also puffed out his cigarette and looked worried at the fast-flowing Nu River in the distance.
"Sir, I heard that the Japanese have occupied the land on the west bank. We don't dare to go there now. We haven't tasted the white fruit wine in Heshun Town for a long time."
Um? The speaker has no intention and the listener has the intention. After hearing this, Liao Mingyu immediately became energetic: "Uncle, are you saying that you often went to Heshun Town on the West Bank in the past?"
"Well, walking thirty or forty miles from here to the other side is Heshun, which is closer than going to Zenda. There used to be a market there, and we always went there to go to the market."
The old man looked at the other side of the river and was slightly stunned. Before Little Japan came, that area was quite lively, and people from all over the country would go there to party.
"Then how did you all get across? I think the river here is very fast. It would be a bit difficult to cross the river on a raft." Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly, seizing the key points of the information.
"Haha, who would build a raft if they have a long life? Look, didn't the river turn a bend from under the mountain in front? The terrain behind that bend is flat, and the water is not as strong as this one. There is a stone bridge there. It has been built for many years, and we usually pass there when we go to the other side."
Seeing how interested Liao Mingyu was, the old man was happy to talk to him more. Tell him carefully about the place where they crossed the river.
"Uncle, can you take me over now to have a look?"
Liao Mingyu asked in surprise. If it is indeed what he said, then this might really be their decisive battle.
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