Song QingHan learned Wu Dahu's habit of entering the mountain and carefully identified the traces on the road.
It really showed him some clues.
Wu Dahu may not be in the mood to erase his traces. Although the footprints on the road have become shallow, they are enough for song QingHan.
The more he went, the colder the air around him. He could not help tightening his tight clothes, sliding his throat, swallowing his saliva, and continuing to walk forward.
I don't know how long he walked, and there were signs of fighting in front of song QingHan. The scenery along the road coincided with what he saw in his dream.
This made him believe that what he had just dreamt of was what Wu Dahu was really experiencing.
Although he was afraid, he still summoned up his courage and quickened his pace to walk towards the place in his memory.
When he saw the familiar tree, he was so nervous that he couldn't help murmuring: "here we are, that's where we fell..."
but when he came to the tree, he didn't see the expected picture.
There is no Wu Dahu or bear blind man on the ground. There is only a pool of blood left.
He dipped his hand in the blood and smelled it between his nose. The tight string in his heart suddenly loosened.
It's not the smell of human blood. It's probably from the blind bear.
Just as he hesitated to move on or to search in another direction, there was a rustle above his head.
Song raised his hoe and took a big step back to look at the tree crown.
If something suddenly jumps out of it, he will be killed instead of saving people.
A heavy object fell to the ground from the tree with a sound of "plop".
Song QingHan took a close look. When he saw that the falling weight was Wu Dahu, he ran over and touched the artery between his neck. When he was sure that he was still alive, he found a few vines around him and tied them to Wu Dahu's body to form something similar to a stretcher to fix Wu Dahu.
After doing all this, he couldn't help but look up. When he saw the huge blind bear in his dream who was stabbed on the tree with a very strange posture, he felt a palpitation. He quickly lowered his head, hung the cane on his body, and dragged Wu Dahu down the mountain.
Wu Dahu's weight is not light, song QingHan is a big belly near the time of delivery, so it is very difficult to drag him.
It took more than twice as long to go down the mountain than to go up. When song QingHan stood at the gate of the courtyard, he couldn't help but look back at Wu Dahu.
Wu almost didn't find a good scar on his face.
Song QingHan did not dare to delay any more. He dragged Wu Dahu into the room where the cot was placed. He took his milk to bed and touched his pulse. When he noticed something, his heart stopped.
Wu Dahu's pulse is almost gone!
However, after the operation, the doctor took the knife to clean his wounds, but some of them were still used to clean his wounds.
Now it's too late to go to the doctor. Besides, if he doesn't only live in blood, even if he's looking for a miracle doctor, he can't rely on himself!
Song QingHan didn't even dare to blink his eyes. He focused on Wu Dahu's wounds and dealt with them one by one according to the degree of urgency.
Not sleepy, not tired, only in the spirit of a little slack in the heart to give yourself a boost, and then continue to move on the hand.
By the time he had treated all the wounds on Wu Dahu's body from the beginning to the end, two hours had passed after he wiped the medicine.
This is the most intensive operation since he came here. When he stopped to help Wu Dahu feel his pulse, he found that he could hardly stand. He could barely keep his balance by leaning against the bedside.
It's a very physical thing to keep a high level of mental tension for a long time. The symptoms of hypoglycemia gradually appeared on song QingHan. When he found that gold was beginning to appear in front of him, he pinched his thigh and walked slowly into the kitchen with the help of the wall.
Wu Dahu is out of danger. Although his pulse is weak, it is stable.
But this is just the beginning. It is not easy for Wu Dahu to recover completely. Therefore, he has to maintain his physical strength and energy so as to finish the protracted war.
Song QingHan put the food on the fire at the same time. After realizing that he was skilled in his movements, he pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed.
So, there is no saying that a pregnant man can't do something, but it depends on whether he needs to do it or not.
After finishing the work, he took a mouthful of warm water to moisten his skinny lips and burning throat. Seeing that his condition gradually recovered, he quickly returned to Wu Dahu's bedside, pinched his jaw and throat, and fed him half a bowl of warm water.
It's really bad to be a doctor. If you change to someone who doesn't know medical skills, you'd better feed Wu Dahu with the legendary mouth-to-mouth way. Unfortunately, he knows how to feed a comatose person to drink and eat. He doesn't even have a chance to take advantage of it.When the meal was cooked, he would take all the rice out, re panned a little rice and cooked it on the fire.
Wu Dahu needs to eat porridge, but he still has one in his stomach. If he eats porridge with him, he is afraid that convenience alone will kill him, let alone add food at night.
Song QingHan slowly ate all the food, and when he finished eating, the porridge was good.
He took two clean bowls and poured the cooked porridge back and forth. After the porridge became warm, he went to Wu Dahu's bed and carefully fed the whole bowl of porridge into Wu Dahu's stomach according to the way of water feeding.
After two bowls of food, he put his hand on Wu Dahu's stomach and touched it. After seeing that Wu Dahu's stomach was basically up, he did not continue to feed.
After he washed the dishes, he found that Wu Dahu had signs of fever.
Fever is a prelude to fever, which is caused by inflammation in Wu Dahu's body. However, there is no antibiotic such as aspirin to solve this problem.
Song QingHan thought about it, went to Xiaoqing's house in the dark and knocked on the gate of their house.
When Xiaoqing opened the gate of the courtyard, she saw that it was song QingHan and happily said, "you are here! My female father has been fine, said to find a chance to go, thank you! Come in and have a seat
Song QingHan shook his head and said with a heavy complexion: "do you still have the medicine that your female father hasn't finished drinking? Big tiger is injured. It's too late to go to the town now, so...
hearing that Wu Dahu was injured, Xiao Qing was very nervous and interrupted: "yes, I'll get it for you!"
Xiaoqing's female father looked at the back of Xiaoqing and went to the front of the courtyard, worried: "how did the tiger get hurt? Is it serious? "
Song QingHan's eyes darkened and he said in a low voice, "if you can survive this night, if you can't make it through this night, if you can't make it through..."
his unfinished meaning, Xiaoqing's female father naturally understood, but he didn't dare to mention how Wu Dahu's father died at this time. He quickly comforted him: "don't worry, auspicious people have their own natural features. Big tiger has many disasters since childhood, every time If you can survive miraculously, it will be OK this time! "
Song QingHan reluctantly smile, gently "um" a, slowly way: "yes, it will be OK."
Xiaoqing took a large bundle of herbs and said to song QingHan, "I'll help you carry it home. By the way, I'll see how big tiger is."
Without waiting for song QingHan to speak, Xiaoqing's father came over and looked at Xiaoqing with a stern tone: "in the middle of the night, you, a female man to be married, run to see a man who has already married. What is it like?"
It looks like a little blue mouth.
Xiaoqing's female father was afraid that Xiaoqing would quarrel with his father, and hurriedly said, "I'd better go. I haven't seen the tiger for a long time. I just took this opportunity to see him."
Song QingHan saw Xiaoqing's father, although his face was livid, but he didn't say anything. He said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
Along the way, it was basically Xiaoqing's female father who was talking. Song QingHan answered a few sentences from time to time. When he met a question that was difficult to answer, he directly skipped it. The little green female father didn't mind. The most common sentence was "Dahu is a man with a hard life, and he will be better in the future..."
with a flash of light in his mind, song QingHan suddenly understood why Wu Dahu was so troubled He and Lin Dafu.
When Wu Dahu is aware of the gap between him and Lin Dafu, the sensitive and suspicious character formed by his childhood experience begins to make trouble. Once the limit of his own load is exceeded, his body will automatically open the defense mechanism, excluding the people and emotions that can hurt him, thinking that he can avoid injury.
However, little do you know that this way of self torture is the most vulnerable.
"Big tiger husband? What's the matter with you? "
Xiao Qing's female father saw song QingHan standing at the gate of the hospital and didn't go in. She called him a few times in doubt.
Song QingHan came back to his senses and quickly shook his head. He strode toward the courtyard and covered up his way: "nothing. The little guy in my stomach kicked me."
Xiaoqing's female father did not doubt his words, put the herbs on her hands neatly behind the kitchen, and said with a smile: "I probably know my family, so I'll kick you to tell you that I'm home. Before, Xiaoqing's child liked this when I was still in my stomach."
Song QingHan smiles and takes him into the guest room and comes to Wu Dahu's side.
When she saw Wu Dahu dressed up, she couldn't believe it and said, "how could you hurt so many places? This, this... "
he could not say the following words, so he put his hand on song QingHan's shoulder and comforted him:" your medical skills are so excellent, the tiger will be OK. Today is too late. Tomorrow morning, I will ask my family member to go to the town to ask a doctor for you. You should take good care of the tiger and take care of your body at the same time. "
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