How Xia Qing lurked in a place for half an hour and almost froze her legs to hunt a wolf, she never said.
In the snow, the cleaning work is very good. After the snow water melts, the viscera is washed. Xia Qing cleans the viscera and puts it into a small pot to cook. A big wolf can eat as much as he wants. There is salt in the cave, at least there is no need to worry about the smell.
Xia Qing asked an Xiaoyao, "how do you want to eat it?"
"At will!"
"Then I'll barbecue."
"Good."
Xia Qing's hands and feet are very nimble. After a while, an Xiaoyao sits down and sits down. Xia Qing thinks for a moment that this man certainly doesn't want to be treated as a waste man. She gives him the barbecue kebab, tells him the direction, and asks him to bake himself.
An Xiaoyao originally also meant this, but Xia Qing knew it before he said it.
The two were busy with each other and neither of them spoke.
Xia Qing's hands were swollen and swollen with cold. She curled her mouth and didn't say anything. When she was so close to the fire, her hands could not feel warm. Most of them were frozen. As long as her face was not damaged by freezing, she was OK.
Soup is better than meat. Xia Qing makes a bowl for an Xiaoyao, and she also drinks one. They are cold and hungry. It's hard to get a bowl of hot soup. It's just like a fairy's life. An Xiaoyao's bad mood is much better.
After three bowls of soup, the barbecue was almost finished.
Two people have a good meal. In this weather, they absolutely don't worry about the meat going bad. Xia Qing piles the remaining wolf meat aside at will, and hasn't figured out how to deal with it. The soup must be kept. It's necessary to warm the stomach after drinking hot soup.
After a while, Xia Qing changed into a big pot, boiled the water, took out the medicine and tools in the equipment bag, and took off her pants directly, which made her feel numb. She simply took the hunter's winter clothes and wrapped them in her lower body.
On her white calf, the gunshot wound was very serious. She had several gunshot wounds on her body. Her shoulder and arm were all trivial matters. However, her leg was walking and pulled out a huge wound. She had been fighting all the way.
The wound was three times bigger than before.
An Xiaoyao has a keen hearing and can't help asking, "what are you doing?"
He didn't ask whether it was OK. He asked Xia Qing to gnash his teeth and look at him. If the man hadn't been watching the play, he would have hurt her. Now it would not have been so bad. It hurt her leg.
Damn it!!!
She also worked hard to carry him for a day, and the wound was split because of him. If she walked alone, she would not have carried so much weight on her body and would not have cracked at all.
If she gnaws her teeth again, an Xiaoyao can't see it.
Xia Qing said angrily, "you should lose weight."
An Xiaoyao
The water hasn't boiled yet. It's a little hot. Xia Qing dipped a towel in the water, wiped the blood stains, and took out the sewing tools. There was no anesthetic. Such stitching was torture. But if she didn't sew, if she went on like this, her wound would be infected with germs and her leg would be useless.
It is not the first time that she has not been sutured under anesthesia, but it has never been so intolerable. The suture needle is thicker than the normal surgical suture needle, and the pain is almost impossible to mention.
Xia Qing stitched more than ten stitches, and then sutured the wound. An Xiaoyao realized what, frowned and did not speak.
It was more than ten degrees below zero, but Xia Qing was sweating all over her clothes.
Finally, Xia Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
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