In the era of destruction of civilization, although Tianhao was not a doctor and had not received systematic medical care training, he had a very clear understanding of the distribution of human skeletons, muscles and blood vessels. Moreover, the body structures of northern barbarians are not much different from those of previous generations of humans.

This is actually common sense that most villagers in Panshi Village understand. The reason is simple and you can understand it even if you experience it too many times.

Tianfeng's arm injury was not serious. He just dislocated his shoulders and elbows. He just cut the flesh and bones to restore them, and then fixed them with external objects and bandaged with injury medicine, and he would be cured soon.

The key to the wound on the chest is to treat the broken bones. Connect the bones and suture the outer skin and muscle layers. With Tianfeng's strong constitution and bacterial activity in the cold winter, supplemented with enough food and nutrition, you will recover soon.

When he is not strong enough to fight against everything, Tianfeng, the "ten-man leader", must be alive.

He is the host's elder brother.

"...How is this possible? Even the great wizard can't do it..."

Tianfeng shook his head weakly and instinctively. Inertial thinking continued in his mind, like a spring water flowing downstream crashing into the sudden rock, instantly splashing. He suddenly woke up, opened his eyes wide, looked at Tianhao in disbelief, and his muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly: "Wait! You...what did you say just now?"

"I can cure your injuries."

Tianhao's voice was more certain than ever: "Although I'm not absolutely sure. But no matter what, no one can help you except me."

...

Leader's wooden house.

Fusong and Wu Xing sat by the fire pit and fell into silence.

Compared with other buildings in the village, the leader's wooden house is only slightly larger and has no noticeable style. In terms of decoration, it is the same as ordinary families in Panshi Village, with only human or animal skulls inserted on the wooden stakes at the door.

"...You and Yonggang will set out tomorrow! Take twenty women with you and go to the tribe in the south." Fusong's voice was hoarse, as if he was dying in the desert with a long journey in the water shortage and was dying.

Wu Xing, whose face was full of wrinkles, nodded silently. The old man reached out and pulled out one from the pile of firewood beside him, trying to add it to the fire pit and re-plug the pile of half-dead embers, but he could only flee back and forth in the loose ashes.

Nearly half a minute later, Fu Songcheng said again: "In addition, take A Mei with you too."

Wu Xing's face froze, and suddenly it seemed as if it was frozen. He didn't dare to make any moves at all, and even his breathing was in extreme fear. He raised his head, looked at the man sitting opposite him in shock, and stammered: "Ah...Ah Mei? Sell A Mei? Are you sure?"

Fu Song nodded mutely.

"You, are you crazy? She is your wife. And... and she has been pregnant for more than three months."

The priest Witch Swordsman suddenly rushed up and roared: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know." A hint of helplessness rose on Fusong's face, with a dish-colored face: "There is no food in the village. The wild animals that are active in the mountains this season are only ferocious wolves and violent bears. The seaside is full of ice, so we can't get fish. If there is no food, A Mei will starve to death. When the south is in the village, she may still survive. If she exchanges a woman for a bison, the people in the village can eat longer."

Wu Xing stared at him angrily, without continuing to argue, the thick blood vessels on his neck were beating, but in the end he gave up all the idea of ​​resorting to violence. When the heavy breathing gradually became stable, he also exhausted the little strength left in his body and sat down dejectedly, his face full of unexplainable sorrow.

Amei is the kindest woman in the village. She is gentle, has a good appearance, and is hard-working. Now, she must be exchanged for goods.

By the heart, the leader did nothing wrong. As long as the strongest men and women can survive this winter, Panshi Village will still exist. If even they cannot support it, the village can only be forgotten by people like other villages swallowed by ice and snow.

Fusong is not selfish. When it comes to replacing people, the first thing he considers is his own woman.

"What should I do with Tianfeng and Xuping? Do you want to invite a great wizard?" After pausing for a while, Wu Xing continued the unfinished conversation. Although he already knew Fusong's answer, as a respect for the leader of the village, he still had to maintain essential etiquette.

"Please ask the great wizard to ask for at least one cow. The little thing in the warehouse is not enough... I have seen their injuries. Tianfeng must be disabled. Xuping may not be able to survive tonight." Fusong looked at the fire pit with a dull and dim look: "You have already given Tianfeng medicine. Let's do this! Give them a double portion of soup, try to make them have a good meal. Anyway, they can't live, and it's not a waste if they eat it."

Listening to the "whistling" wind outside the house, Wu Xing's wrinkled face was full of pain: "What should I do in the future?"

"The old rule: children and the elderly draw lots first, then women, and finally men. As the leader, I joined the first group of the elderly and children." Fusong picked up the wooden bowl next to him and drank the water in the bowl in one sip. When the stomach felt sore and couldn't stand it, he used this method to solve hunger.

Wu Xing's face was slightly trembling, and his wrinkles were squeezed into a deep and deep knife-carved manner.

He is not afraid of death, he is just desperate about the future.

Fusong was silent, his numb eyes were empty, like a lifeless sculpture.

Suddenly, heavy and messy steps came from outside the house, and panic and fearful shouts came.

The two of them stood up at the same time and walked quickly to the door to stop. Only a "bang" sound was heard, and the heavy wooden door was suddenly knocked open from outside and rushed into a middle-aged village woman with panic on her face.

"Ayan, what's wrong with you?"

Fusong and Wu Xing recognized at the same time that they were sent to take care of Tianfeng. The village was more caring for the men injured during hunting, and sent people to help make some food and comfort them verbally, that's all.

Ayan looked extremely panicked. Perhaps because panic and running exhausted her strength, she softened her body and collapsed in front of the open wooden door, breathing heavily, screaming indifferently.

"Chief, Mr. Wu...you, hurry up and take a look. Ahao is crazy. Ahao is holding a knife and is about to kill Afeng!"

...

When Fusong and Wu Xing rushed into the wooden house, Tianhao was cutting Tianfeng's shoulders and elbows with a knife.

The northern barbarians have excellent skills in forging that are asymmetric with their barbaric civilization. The ten-centimeter-long knife is very thin and sharp, reflecting the unique luster of metal.

According to the first aid method in memory, Tianhao burned the scalpel on the fire, aimed at Tianfeng's swollen and twisted arm, and stabbed it hard. Although Tianfeng had already drunk the bowl of soup and bit a branch tightly in his mouth, the screams that erupted from deep in his throat still scared Ayan, who was staying in front of the fire pit to make soup away.

"Stop it! You, what are you doing?"

Fusong, who was full of rage, roared and reached out to grab Tianhao's clothes as quickly as possible, and threw him away from Tianfeng roughly.

"I can save him." Tianhao rolled on the floor, ran back to his original position, raised his head, and looked coldly at the tribal leader who was far taller and stronger than him.

"You bastard is afraid that you are crazy about being hungry, so you dare to attack your own people. He is your biological brother! He... he is not dead yet." Fusong obviously didn't understand what happened, and he didn't want to listen to Tianhao's explanation, and directly blamed everything for hunger.

Ayan did not lie, and he could see clearly that Tianhao was cutting the flesh on Tianfeng's arm with a knife.

"You know what's the matter! I'm saving him! I'm saving him!" Suddenly, Tianhao seemed to have a crazy look and howled desperately: "My brother's bones are not broken, just cut open and restore the muscles to restore. They have been delayed on the road for a long time. If you stop me again, his hand will be useless."

"You know what you're going to do, you're not a big witch!" The furious leader Fusong swung his right hand again and slapped Tian Hao hard: "Get out! Get out of here!"

"etc!"

Suddenly, after entering the door, the old priest Wuxing, who had been guarding Tianfeng, stopped the leader, looked at Tianhao, whose cheeks had been swollen, and asked uncertainly: "Are you... really helping Tianfeng treat injuries?"

Tianhao tightly covered his hot and painful face, sniffed hard, and uttered viciously: "I'm not hungry yet to eat my own people!"

Wu Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes immediately became very sharp, and there were a few more anticipated elements. He immediately asked: "How confident are you?"

Tianhao glared at the leader who was stopped by the elder, shook his head, and swallowed hard: "I don't know either, but I have to try."

In fact, the chance of success is very high, but such things cannot be said. With the old priest's shrewdness, he will inevitably ask questions repeatedly at the time. Instead of explaining early, it is better to save the person first and then explain it according to the development of the situation.

Time is the price that humans must pay to accumulate wisdom and experience.

Wu Xing is not necessarily smarter than Fusong, and he has never heard of "surgery". Even the moment he walked into the wooden house, he felt that Tianhao was killing people and wanted to cut off the flesh from his brother Tianfeng's arm to fill his stomach. However, the only difference between Wu Xing and Fusong, the leader of Panshi Village, was that he lived nearly thirty years longer than the other party.
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