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The ancients said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." If calculated according to this, what Mengxin did afterward was to build a building complex composed of pagodas.

She quickly checked among more than a dozen seriously injured and bleeding natives, and found that four of them were seriously injured, five were moderately injured, and two were hopeless.Yes, two of them have been confirmed by her as irreversible. In this era, there is no operating table, no pacemaker, no breathing oxygen, and no very common anti-inflammatory drugs such as amoxicillin in later generations, so those two The clansman whose stomach had been opened with a hole the size of a baby's arm has been listed in Mengxin's heart as a giver.

This is a kind of torture for her, a painful choice, but now she is determined to rescue quickly, because since she traveled here, she has a deep understanding of the deeper meaning of "willing".

She observed a bit, and Wuya had already brought a huge kangaroo leather backpack from her room. The center of the bag was dyed with a red "cross" with an unknown dye—this is what she decided to let The son knows that this is specially painted on the first aid kit, and it can be regarded as her nostalgia for the original world.

He opened the leather bag neatly, and unfolded one of the thick, soft and curled furs, which were filled with things obliquely.Mengxin took out a finely polished bone needle like picking up flowers without even looking at it, rolled up a corner of the fur with several layers of thick wool and passed it through, and probably took a visual look at the first native who needed medical treatment, and used A bone knife cuts the wool.

"Yuyou, pour the sea pen liquid for mother!" The so-called "sea pen" in her mouth is a kind of tree that can drain liquid by itself after exploring the surroundings after the tsunami. The trunk is straight and the bottom is like the fluff of a brush , and milky-yellow liquid can be discharged from it, and the strange taste attracted her to stop, after she carefully picked out a little bit to try, she found that it was spicy and choking, with a faint taste of alcohol from later generations.So she collected a lot and went back to study, or dried or boiled, until finally

After a very simple distillation, I tasted it again, and there was really a taste of alcohol in it.Then the role of this "sea pen liquid" is obvious-disinfection.

Although Yoyo is only three years old, she can't even hold certain things firmly.But holding a coconut shell engraved with spiral patterns in his two small hands is very stable. He has witnessed his mother disinfecting with this diluted liquid many times, so he uses it very skillfully and does not waste it.

The translucent pale yellow liquid ran down the shoulder, as if it had found a vent, it burrowed into a wound on the upper arm. This wound was a penetrating wound, and it passed by the bone, creating a small hole in the meridian tissue of the skin and flesh , There is only the slightest distance from the fleshy skin on the opposite side.As soon as the liquid entered the wound, the injured aboriginal, like a monster that could eat meat, screamed, "Ah! Ah!", the liquid was pale yellow before it entered, and turned blood red when it turned around. later from there

When it flowed out from the wound like a small hole, it turned dark brown—blood, soil, and some unknown things were mixed together, and the color was naturally scary.

"Clear water!" Seeing that the color of the blood was getting brighter and redder, and it was getting closer to normal, she hurriedly told others to rinse it with clean water.

While the injured native was screaming, Mengxin stuffed a piece of clean cork from the fur into his mouth, quickly picked up the bone needles and began to sew up the nearly inch-long wound.This behavior shocked Wuda, Wuya, Wulongmu and everyone around them. They had never seen such a way to deal with bleeding wounds, but this woman so calmly stabbed people with long and thin bone needles. It really does look weird to shuttle back and forth through the skin without any fear or nervousness.

Mengxin didn't have time to look up at all, so she couldn't feel the breath-taking atmosphere of dozens of people around her.She is focusing on "flying needles and threads" to quickly suture the bleeding wound, trying her best to make the wounded less bleeding.It would be a lie to say that she is not nervous. The sutures she has handled in the hospital are very few, and most of them have encountered some abrasions and bruises, so it is still a little jerky now, but this kind of technique and proficiency It was enough for the native wounded in front of him.It was enough that he was shocked after he recovered from his injury, and for the first time really regarded this alien woman as a god-like existence.

Wu Ya was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. Perhaps because she was both women, she had the closest relationship with Meng Xin. She had seen this thing called a "needle" in Meng Xin's room before. There is no representative word for this thing in the language, and even many explanatory words about its application are lacking. It was only after Mengxin gestured for a long time that she roughly understood the purpose.But listening is listening, seeing how to use it is another feeling.This thing that Mengxin said was a precaution for herself and her son was actually used at this moment, which had already had a great impact on her thinking and imagination.

Wuya looked towards her husband naturally, only to find that Wuda's mouth was so big that a small coconut could be stuffed into it—even more surprised than herself.After Uda felt his gaze, the two looked at each other but failed to say a word.

"Mom, tail!" Yoyo saw that her mother had finished stitching up the wound, and yelled towards the end of the wound with her free little finger.

Mengxin naturally understood the meaning of the "tail" in his son's mouth - in order to prevent deep wounds from suppurating, a cloth strip must be inserted at the end of the wound to drain the pus and other substances to prevent festering.She was pleasantly surprised that he could not forget what she had only told her son three times at such a time, she was really smart and brave.But she was very hesitant in her heart. There was no strip of cloth for drainage here. The only cloth came from her dress and children's clothes when she traveled through time.

But the hesitation and difficulty only lasted for a few seconds, and he was defeated by his son's anxious and expectant eyes.He ran back to his tent and took out the dress wrapped in thick layers of kangaroo skin, stroked it lightly, then resolutely tore a large piece from the hem of the skirt and returned it for drainage.

In the eyes of Wu Da and Wu Longmu, everything about the mother and son is so mysterious that even if they try to figure it out, they can't figure out why.Thinking of the warning about the terrible tsunami, they had an inexplicable idea in their hearts—could this woman and child be sent by the gods to help their tribe?

Surprisingly, in such a thick bloody atmosphere, Yoyo, who was only over three years old, did not feel the slightest discomfort, let alone be frightened, only the eagerness of these "uncles" to get better soon.The mother and son quickly dealt with the injured aborigines. In the end, Mengxin was dripping with sweat and felt a faint feeling of loss of strength.And Yoyo sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Wu Da is not a person who has experienced life and death. Seeing that Mengxin did not go to treat the last two people, he knew in his heart that these two people were hopeless.Taking a deep breath, suppressing the remorse and pain in my heart, I walked quickly to Mengxin's mother and son, and knelt down on one knee: "Meng, I don't know how to thank you. This is the second time you have saved the Wuda tribe. Think, you are more suitable for the position of patriarch than me!" After speaking, he took out a strange-shaped animal tooth from his bosom and held it to Mengxin with both hands.

"Wuda, what are you doing? Get up!" Mengxin was taken aback by Wuda's thoughts. In her mind, she had helped them twice, but she hadn't reached the point where she became the patriarch. .

"With great power comes great responsibility." Meng Xin remembered this sentence clearly, just thinking about the eating and drinking of the dozens of mouths in this clan made her dizzy.