Chapter 187: She's His Angel
At that time, she was still a miracle doctor wandering the rivers and lakes.
I spent the best time with the Dog Emperor in such a cabin.
Take a deep breath and suppress the inexplicable sadness.
I can't think about it, some times are destined to not go back, and some people are destined to never see them again, and the more I think about it, the more I will only add sadness.
Throwing Fang Lilin on the small bed, Xia Weibao bit the small flashlight in his mouth, and then reached out to take off his clothes.
This figure is not bad.
I have to fight with the Dog Emperor.
Fang Lilin had several scars on his body, and there was a round wound on his arm, which was very deep.
There's one more thing in there.
She hadn't seen the injury, but according to the original owner's memory, it should have been a gunshot wound.
Someone slashed him in the chest, and his bones were visible.
There are two small tooth marks on the calf, and the skin around it is black and hard, which should have been bitten by a poisonous snake.
In addition, there are countless wounds, large and small.
Tsk, Xia Weibao shook his head, then took out the small cloth bag he was carrying, and turned out the silver needle and some homemade medicinal powder.
"It's good that you met me, otherwise I don't know how I died."
First sealed his major veins with silver needles to prevent the spread of snake venom, and then helped him detoxify and treat his wounds.
Looking at the bullet dug out from Fang Lilin's body, Xia Weibao studied it very seriously.
Is this the most powerful weapon of modern society?
Just like that, she can catch it with her bare hands.
Outside the window, it was pouring rain, thunder was roaring, and lightning seemed to tear the whole forest apart.
In the cabin, a woman in a white tracksuit, holding a small flashlight, sat very intently on the edge of the bed, treating the wounds of the man on the bed.
Outside, the rain is sparse and the wind is blowing, and the thunder is bursting, but inside it is extremely quiet.
Hideous lightning slashed across the sky, seemingly in the background.
It took two hours to finish dealing with his injuries, and Xia Weibao breathed a sigh of relief.
Some sat on the edge of the bed in prostration.
Looking at the man on the bed whose breath was weak but had stabilized, Xia Weibao thought very seriously.
Do you want to charge him for medicine, she is so poor now.
A gust of wind with water vapor blew in, and Xia Weibao's body shrank for a moment.
Looking at the unconscious Fang Lilin again, he seemed to be colder.
The forest at night, the temperature is very low, not to mention the rain outside.
After thinking about it, she took off her tracksuit jacket and covered him.
Then I split the little wooden table with my bare hands!
Turn out the lighter and bake the fire.
Fang Lilin had a dream.
He dreamed that he had been ambushed on a mission and fled to the primeval forest.
When she met an angel, she carried him on her back and ran away in the forest to help him treat his wounds.
It was pouring rain outside, and the air was cold, but the heart was warm.
Especially when her weak and boneless little hand pressed on his body, the feeling was fascinating.
In a daze, he opened his eyes and had a splitting headache.
The unfamiliar environment made him a little confused.
There was a sudden heart-piercing pain in his arm, and his pupils contracted violently.
He's alive!
Struggling to look at his body.
His arms were bandaged with white gauze, and his chest was bandaged with his military uniform, and there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
One of his trouser legs was torn off and was wrapped around his calf.
On his body, he was covered with a white women's sportswear jacket.
There was a shallow breathing sound next to him, and when he turned his head, he saw a scene he will never forget.