The origin of the story itself is pieced together by countless coincidences.
Coincidences are not believed in the antique shop, and coincidences often represent traps.
In all the years I have been in the industry, this is the first time I have laughed helplessly at such a coincidence.
After going around in circles, it turns out that the truth was so close to me.
It was already dusk when we climbed out with difficulty.
The afterglow reflected on their faces, and the three of them were filled with joy of surviving the disaster. But my eyes stayed on Long Wu's pale face, and my heart was immediately filled with guilt and sadness.
God gave us a chance. Two Blood Orchid Dragon Pills can manipulate people. Long Wu was only one step away from being rescued.
On the way back to find the vehicle, rats were scurrying around in groups, ants were unable to enter their nests, and there were dense panic figures everywhere. Wild animals are extremely sensitive to natural disasters, and this is their instinctive manifestation.
Killing a chicken with a bull's-eye is reflected in the fat man.
He used the last few bullets to kill several fat black rats. When roasting the rats, in the fat man's words, he originally wanted to shoot a goat, otherwise he would not be able to move without eating something. It's a pity that those goats were hiding on the top of the mountain. They searched all the way without even looking at any wool.
It is said that rat milk has the highest nutritional value and is more valuable than gold. As long as the rat meat is cooked and cooked well, it will still be an excellent piece of protein. He also told Long Wu and I to leave it alone. He had roasted rat meat before and was very good at it. All we had to do was open our mouths and wait to eat.
It was completely dark when we ate our first bite of rat meat. We didn’t plan to take another night’s rest. We marked the route along the way so that we could still find the car even in the dark.
The wonder of Fopa Mountain cannot be reproduced tonight without rain. I guess that when the Dragon Shelter Valley is completely closed, Fopa Mountain may disappear completely.
After finding the car, we immediately sent Long Wu to the nearest town-level hospital. We said we were sending Long Wu to the hospital, but in fact, the three of us went to the hospital at the same time. It was under the watch of the nurse that the fat man and I noticed that we were looking extremely Bad look.
There was a male doctor on duty in the emergency room. He was in his early forties and wore glasses. After giving Long Wu systemic anti-infective treatment, he then treated Fatty and I's injuries.
He looked at both of us with his glasses, and finally chose to help me treat my wounds first. He said that most of mine were skin injuries, but there must be a certain degree of infection in my body. He also asked me if I had been injected with antibiotics before, because I don't have any symptoms of fever.
The fat man was not idle at the side. While teasing the little nurse to wash his wound a little more gently, he couldn't help complaining: "I told you doctor, it's your fault. I have a fever. If you don't believe me, ask her. Is it hot?" Didn't you burn her hand? Shouldn't our magical hands, which are like life-saving and healing people, save the critically injured first?"
The optician said angrily: "If it were a fever patient, he wouldn't be as energetic as you, let alone say such things!"
I quickly told the fat man to stop talking nonsense and apologized to the doctor. Don't be as knowledgeable as this talkative guy.
The optician continued to treat my wounds without paying much attention to them. During the treatment process, he suggested that we transfer to the county hospital because their disease control resources here are very limited and we should not delay our condition here.
Naturally, I thought it was Long Wu's illness that scared him, so I didn't comment on what he said.
Unexpectedly, he asked for the unavailable medicine he had repeatedly confirmed: tetanus antitoxin and tetanus immune globulin for me.
It turned out that after his examination, I had an extremely deep wound on the fifth rib on the right side of my back, about the size of half a little finger, which had become ulcerated and inflamed. It fully complies with the standards for tetanus injection.
Tetanus is an anaerobic bacterium. The scariest thing is that the location the doctor pointed to is not the most painful part of my body, and I don’t know when the anaerobic focus was formed at the wound.
The fat man suddenly became nervous after hearing this: "Turn! Turn quickly! Have you called a car? How far is the county hospital from you? When can we get there?"
The fat man is a very friendly and impatient person. He immediately couldn't sit still and turned to me again: "You should have listened to me just now! Go straight to the big hospital, aren't you wasting your time here!"
I know that the conditions here will definitely not be perfect, and I just want to deal with it briefly to save the day. It's just that this fleshy hole in my back was something I didn't expect.
I quickly asked the doctor how Long Wu was doing, and the fat man on the side interrupted: "Well...he doesn't need amputation, right?"
The doctor did not rush to answer us. Instead, he said thoughtfully: "You don't seem to be traveling?"
Seeing me staring at him without responding, he shook his head and smiled at me: "
I don't think I'll need amputation, at least for the time being. Although another doctor on duty might make such a judgment.
However, I would like to remind you that tetanus can be severe or minor, and the incubation period is unclear, but it is indeed a deadly bacteria! "
The big hermit hides in the city, the small hermit hides in the wild. In just a few words, I intuitively told me that this doctor was not simple. He wanted to convey some kind of message to us.
I put aside the matter of tetanus and immediately asked sincerely about the metaphor in what I just said. The doctor recalled an incident and slowly told us.
It was roughly related to a legend in his childhood. A group of local people went to a place called Zhelong Mountain. All of them had the same symptoms as Long Wu. It was said that they had incurred the wrath of the Desert God. Later, after many hardships, their leader found another treasure place and saved everyone.
Falling under the wrath of the Desert God, the fat man laughed: "What does it have to do with the desert? Do you have a desert here?"
The doctor remained calm and said without changing his expression: "Since I became a doctor, I have been an atheist, and I shouldn't have said these things. So, just think of it as my own words."
I stopped the fat man and told him not to say anything and go to the car to get some cash, while I continued to ask where the treasure place was.
The fat man who calmed down was quite good at dealing with human affairs. He rolled his eyes and immediately supported the nurse, asking for help to go to the car to get the money.
Seeing that the idle people had dispersed, I said sincerely: "To be honest, we have been to Zhelong Mountain, but to be honest, it is really difficult to associate it with the desert and the anger. Please make it clear."
I carefully recalled all the experiences of the upper and lower tombs, and apart from the psychedelic sand table in King Jing's chess game, there was no other directly related information.
I waited expectantly for the answer, but the optician doctor turned around and went to Long Wu. He turned his back to me and said: "Our temple is small and many disease control reserves are simply insufficient. His condition is temporarily stable, but just to be on the safe side." , you'd better go to the county hospital 60 miles away immediately, your condition also cannot be delayed."
Conversations between smart people are always concise and never ask why.
Just like I didn't ask, why didn't he tell me more information.
Because the attitude towards each other and the true thoughts have been covered in every word.
I don’t want to go into too much detail about what happened in this town-level hospital. In the end, we didn’t transfer directly here, but drove to the hospital on our own.
The fat man tried to comfort me on the way, saying that the doctor might have a missing string in his head, but half of his words meant that the skin swallow would definitely die.
What the wrath of the desert god, bullshit wrath! It was all nonsense, and he couldn’t stop making it up after I broke it down!
In short, the fat man didn’t say a word about his excessive words and deeds.
In the next few days, I have been thinking about how to rescue Long Wu, but unfortunately my confidence is only half full. Although I have the clue of Blood Orchid Dragon Pill, the mysterious pool has been completely buried.
Finally, after the infection was basically under control, the three of us returned to my Jingxinzhai.
