On June 20, after a full ten weeks of fixation, the tribal doctor removed the wooden mold of Winters' left leg.

"Does it hurt?" Eerlun asked with heartache.

Winters shook his head.

After two months, the broken left leg finally reunited with its owner.

The owner of the left leg became a little fat and his complexion improved a lot - the herdsmen's dietary fat and protein content was too high, and the originally sunken cheeks and eye sockets rebounded almost visible to the naked eye.

But the left leg is thinner and the muscles are atrophy, which is like a stalk compared to its twin brother's right leg.

The tribal doctor pinched Winters' wounds inch by inch.

Then he leaned his ear on Winters' leg and tapped it with a small mallet.

"[Hedian] Edun." The doctor said respectfully to Eerlun: "[Hedian] can walk."

Eerlun was extremely happy and took out a lot of gold and silver jewelry to give it to the doctor.

"How is it?" Winters asked calmly.

"He said you can walk."

Winters supported the ground with both hands and was about to get up immediately.

As soon as he took a step, he lost his center of gravity and fell to his left.

Eerlun exclaimed and went to help Winters.

But Winters swung his arm, struggled to restore his balance, swaying around the felt tent.

The doctor observed Winters' pace and asked, "[Hedd] Badu, does your leg hurt?"

Eerlun wanted to support him but didn't dare to reach out, and stood beside Winters and gave an interpretation for the doctor: "He asked if your legs hurt?"

"pain."

"[Hed] It hurts!" The doctor took out the plaster in the horns and explained: "[Hed] I haven't seen each other for two months, and the mastiff doesn't recognize his owner, let alone the legs? It takes time to adapt to his legs, and his legs also need to adapt to him. Edun should remember to apply medicine to massage the pull every day. The bones don't grow crooked, and the pull will get better."

Eerlun happily sent the doctor away. When he returned to the tent, he saw Winters wearing boots.

Eerlun asked weakly, "What are you going to do?"

"The felt tent is too small, I'll go outside for a walk."

Winters struggled to wear his boots, his left leg was stiff and sore, and his movements were very inconvenient.

Eerlun hurriedly took it to the folding chair: "The doctor said you should take it slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Winters tied his boot strap in silence.

The felt curtain was lifted and the little lion walked in.

"I heard you can walk?" The little lion said happily: "Let's go! I'll take you to take a shower!"

Eerlun glanced at the little lion reproachfully: "He is not completely well yet!"

The little lion looked left and right: "Isn't this pretty good-looking? It's not crooked."

Hearing the little lion's words, Winters stopped the movements in his hand.

For two months, he has been almost only moving within three meters of the felt tent.

In addition to daily washing, cleaning the body depends on using a wet towel.

When he was in a coma, Eerlun wiped him, and after Winters woke up, he would do it himself.

He really wanted to take a shower quickly. Without hot water, cold water would be fine.

Winters looked at the little lion and nodded slowly.

Eerlun couldn't resist the two men, so he silently helped Winters get dressed.

Today, Winters looks almost a Hudder man at first glance: he has been wearing a slanted robe, leather boots, beard and hair for two months and has grown naturally.

Only his eyes were very melancholy, without the bold and unrestrained temperament of the Heds.

The little lion led a horse and called it lightly to let the horse lie on the ground, so that Winters could ride on the saddle effortlessly.

"Are you still adapting?" the little lion asked with a smile.

Winters pulled the reins lightly and nodded slightly.

The Hurds don't need to chew iron, but fortunately, Winters doesn't need to do it in the past.

The two of them walked slowly at first, and their speed became faster and faster. Finally, they almost galloped on horseback and ran all the way to the riverside.

There were a pile of clothes thrown on the river bank, and many men were fighting water wars in the water.

People who fight water battles look like adult men, but they are playing like children at this moment.

"Let's go!" The little lion jumped off the saddle and took off her clothes excitedly: "We'll go down too."

Just as he pulled off his robe, the little lion suddenly remembered that Winters was inconvenient to his legs and feet, and helped Winters dismount.

Winters obviously hesitated, but he did not refuse.

He slowly took off his clothes, stacked them, and walked staggeringly into the river.

The river water is cold, and the hairs all over my body stand on their backs as soon as I touch it.

But once you adapt to the water temperature, it is no big deal, but it makes people feel comfortable.

Winters went deeper and deeper, and the buoyancy of the water reduced the burden on his left leg, making the soreness in his left leg slightly less.

That's right, it's just soreness. He doesn't feel the pain, he just feels soreness like excessive fatigue.

The men in the water didn't pay attention and two more people joined in - in fact, there were always people joining in - they shouted and fought water fights, and were still wrestling, fishing, and swimming in the water.

Winters picked up the river and slowly scrubbed his body.

The man beside him laughed and fluttered over, raising his face with water.

Winters' muscles suddenly tensed up, and he suddenly looked up at the other party.

The man in front of him had not realized that Winters would suddenly get hurt at any time, and was still laughing and raising water at him.

Winters was stunned.

Because this man who poured water on him and laughed like a child was the hero of the wasteland, the warriors of various tribes, and the leader of the Chihe tribe - Bai Lion.

Two enemies who were alive and dead on the battlefield met naked.

Winters' eyes were inevitably attracted by the scars on the white lion's body.

The white lion's body has almost been destroyed into a sieve, and no place that is more than two palms is intact.

The most are spots left by arrows, then marks left by swords, and several shocking gunshot wounds.

But what about Winters himself? It's the same with the White Lion, but there are fewer scars.

Bai Shi noticed the strangeness of the person in front of him, he held his waist and panted, and asked with a smile: "[Hed] Why haven't I seen you before?"

Winters couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and he couldn't answer even if he could understand.

This is the first time that the White Lion has met him, and this is the third time that he has met with the White Lion.

However, the two sides were irreconcilable enemies in the first two times, and his face was hidden under his helmet, so it was the first time he had "happy to meet".

Silence spreads rapidly in all directions like invisible sound waves.

The men playing in the water stopped one by one, and everyone felt the change in the atmosphere.

The riverside, which was full of laughter just now, was silent like death.

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone looked at the white lion and the strange man in front of the white lion.

"[Herd] I caught the fish!" The little lion's head came out of the water, and a thin-scale salmon struggled hard in his hands. He laughed happily: "[Herd] Look what this is!"

No one speaks.

The little lion shook the water on his head, his smile became stiff, and he found that something was wrong.

"[Hed] Brother! Let's eat grilled fish!" The little lion grabbed the fish tail and flew to the white lion, explaining quickly: "This is the person I talked to you."

The white lion nodded gently to the stranger and greeted the others: "[Herd] Don't worry, a little misunderstanding."

The people around him then relaxed and continued to play in the water. But the atmosphere had become strange and he didn't look like he was when he returned.

The white lion sighed and nodded to Winters again.

He slowly walked towards the river bank and sat down on the beach on the bank, allowing the wind to dry the water droplets on his body.

The little lion whispered to Winters: "I was rash. My brother just came back and wanted to let you see him quickly."

Winters shook his head and continued to cleanse his body.

The sky gradually darkened.

Someone brought a few sheep and slaughtered them on the shore, dismantled the meat, and caught fire again.

Some of the mutton is cooked in a pot, and the other part is worn and roasted.

The people from the Chihe tribe washed away the dust and walked up the river bank with a smile and fuss, naturally participating in the preparation of food.
To be continued...