Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 130 Weakness (Fifteen)
Looking at the wound on his leg, he saw a blurry white thick liquid sticking to the wound, and there were some fluffy hairs of cloth sticking to it. Zhou Hui suddenly became quiet in the woods, as if he had become a A stone statue that does not move.

After a while, he opened his mouth slightly, trembled, and faced the wound with trembling pupils.

Inflammation, infection...

Zhou Hui slowly stretched out his fingers, and then tried to touch the pink wound without thick spots, feeling that it still hurts as much as it should.

Except for the wound, even the area around the wound was a little pink, or it was supposed to be pink, but it was like being soaked in water by fingers for a long time, and the bubbles were scattered and pale. The pink was soaked and scattered, and it was white, just like now, the skin that was as white as a corpse was slightly pink, and it looked a little scary.

Thinking back to the fact that he was drifting on the ocean last night, and his wound was soaked in seawater for half the night, Zhou Hui's mouth suddenly felt a little dry.

Putting down his lifted legs, Zhou Hui stood blankly in the silent woods. Although there was some sunlight shining inside and the surroundings were a little hot, he felt that Peng Peng's heart was beating a little fast, so fast that he was a little cold.

In this way, he stood in the woods for a long time, until the sun was cold, and his back was also a little cold, and his dazed eyes saw everything was cold, and he finally escaped last night Hunted by wolves, jumped into the sea, climbed up at dawn, but, but... the wound was infected?

He was ready to find food, he was ready to find water, and it turned out...infected?

But is this an infection?
Zhou Hui shook his head again, lowered his head dully, glanced at the wound in a trance, the wound was festering, and the surrounding area was soaked like corpses, and the white was pink, and the red streaks washed the skin around the legs, as if at any time. It's all going to spread.

In his head, he instinctively recalled the memory of his previous wound infection and pus, as if he was fine without taking medicine, or as if he had never been infected before being injured...

But it's a large piece of pus!
Zhou Hui's breathing suddenly became heavy. After carefully observing the wound, he found that the wound was bigger than his palm except for his fingers.

So, can such a wound heal by itself?

If there is medicine, no matter what kind of wound infection, cold and fever, he can take a little medicine at will and do whatever he wants, but there is no medicine here, and there is no medicine of any kind here.

Suddenly, he was not so flustered, and instinctively came to his mind the fact that there used to be a large number of people on the island. There must be occasional injuries for so many people, and it is impossible not to take any medicine. Thinking, the next moment he thought that the time at that time was really far away from now, so far away that the packaged food would be rotten into a pile of mud, and the medicine that was so rotten that it was effective for patients could only become more bitter.

As soon as this kind of thought burst into his mind like a fire, it was suddenly extinguished by himself, but Zhou Hui just blinked his eyes twice, without any disappointment, he just turned his mind quickly, squeezing out a method that is good for the suppurating wound , even though it's just on a desert island with few good resources for wounds.

Probably because he experienced the initial suffering and survived, so he never thought of giving up.

"calm down……"

"Wound infection is not necessarily fatal, and it may heal on its own."

"Speaking of such a big wound, can it really heal naturally?"

"Otherwise it won't heal, wouldn't it be that I just died like this?"

"Medicine is impossible. It is impossible to have medicine on the island. Even if there is medicinal material, I don't know it. It can be ruled out. Yes, there is no problem that can be ruled out..."

"Waiting for it to heal naturally is the most helpless way, and it can only be left until the end when there is really no other way."

"Outlying island?"

"It's not good, I can leave long ago, and I don't have to wait until now."

"Then... cut the wound?"

Zhou Hui raised his head a little. This time, what came to his mind was not the professional and useful knowledge, but the idea in the TV series. Since the wound is poisonous or infected, he should burn the sharp knife red and cut off the infected part , just separate the broken and healthy wounds.

Then he remembered that there was no knife.

So Zhou Hui lowered his head and looked at the polished bone spur on his waist with a pale face. However, this time, the image of himself poking the rabbit full of holes appeared in his mind. The flesh and blood on the thighs were all poked and there was no need to be infected. He had to bleed to death first.

After standing for a while, he suddenly lifted his foot and walked forward without hesitation.

Because he suddenly remembered that ventilating the wound should be the most basic measure, not including the wound. Following the basic measure, he also thought that no matter how to treat or cut the wound, the thick liquid must be washed away, and water must be found first. Wash the wound.

Following this line of thought, he kept walking forward, listening to the sound of water to find the river.

Since the waterfalls were divided into two streams, one stream he knew, maybe the other stream was flowing this way, and there were even other streams.

In this way, he searched in the direction where he heard the sound of the waterfall mixed with the sound of waves last night. Last night he vaguely heard the sound of the waterfall mixed with the waves, probably because the small waterfall flowed into the sea.

I don't know how long it took, carefully avoiding the vegetation and looking for the wound, when he didn't know what to think, while walking, a small river suddenly came into his eyes.

Zhou Hui was startled for a moment, but was suddenly pleasantly surprised. He raised his legs and walked over. He saw a clear river that was half a meter wide. Take fresh water and carefully clean the pus from it.

As for whether there will be bacteria in the river water, he can't cook it without an iron pot, and he can't care about so much.

Standing in the river, carefully washing for a long time, the pus on the wound was initially cleaned up.

It took a long time, and finally all the pus was cleaned up, leaving only the blood that seemed to be coagulated on the vague wound, and some flesh was pink.

Zhou Hui's forehead was a little sweaty due to weakness and pain. He stared at the pink, not only the surrounding pink seemed to spread, but even the center of the wound had pink flesh... By the way, is this considered an infection?

It looks like an infection, but there were no infections like this when I was injured before, but this one is a little different, the center of the wound is also pink and red and swollen, which also looks like an infection.

After waiting for a while, I observed the spot for a while. In fact, I mainly observed the wound to see if the wound would still ooze pus.

After touching and waiting for more than half an hour, he stood up and looked at the wound expectantly. Then, he saw some fuzzy white on the wound that had been cleaned.

Zhou Hui was silent for a moment, he sat on the ground and thought for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking about, but soon he stood up again, limped, and picked up some firewood in the woods by the river.

While collecting firewood, some hot sweat protruded from his forehead.

When he dropped the last piece of firewood, Zhou Hui walked back very slowly, his hands trembling, and he dropped it.

Then ignite.

What to do?Now that there is no food, the fire is of course not to cook the food, and of course it is not to cut off the whole left leg and roast it for food because the leg is useless, but...Zhou Hui picked up a burning stick from it hesitantly. Wooden sticks on fire.

Feeling the hot temperature on the wooden stick and looking at the bright flames, Zhou Hui moved his throat with difficulty. The sweat on his forehead grew more and more when he was picking up firewood. As for his vision, he was so dazed that he was a little confused Drenched with sweat.

Because he had already imagined how hot the flames were, and how hot the flames were when it touched his skin.

Imagining how unreliable the method seemed on TV, imagining the feeling of the flame sticking to the skin, Zhou Hui's back was sweating, but this time it was hot sweat, hot with cold, cold Moderate and hot.

"Yes, it should be fine..."

　I feel that this chapter is not well written...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)