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Chapter 3 [3] The coming of the gods

Wound treatment is complete.

Finally, the postoperative wound patch was pasted, covered with clothes, and the medicine was changed every day.

lucky……

The person did not die tonight, and the wound did not fester tomorrow morning.

Congratulations, he saved his life.

Zhou Li'an is still very confident in his medical skills. American hospitals are not much worse than those in China. Although there are many Chinese medical staff nowadays, because of high salaries and stable jobs, everyone flocks to them, but discrimination is still everywhere.

So we can only speak in terms of level and grades, just like being bullied at school, good students can always be cared by teachers.

Zhou Li'an stood up, wanting to rub his slightly numb legs.

He held back.

He just stood there and glanced at the west calmly. The sun had already reached the top of the Sierra Nevada Mountains and was about to disappear.

Immediately, he turned to the hillside.

The boys and girls were still kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.

Zhou Li'an waved to them, hoping they would understand and come over.

The two looked at each other, their lips parted slightly, they were supposed to be discussing something, and finally they walked over without even looking at the man on the ground, actually they really wanted to, but they didn't dare.

Zhou Li'an reached out and took a stone dagger from the boy's leather belt.

The boy trembled with fright, not daring to move around under the restraint of the girl's eyes.

They watched Zhou Li'an squat down and draw a picture on the ground.

A moon, a mountain, a sun, a person, a person under the sun.

There is no artistic atmosphere, ancient mural style.

I hope that the education of tribal children in 1400 includes art classes in addition to hunting and physical education.

Followed by.

Whoosh.

People are gone.

The stone dagger fell to the ground, because Zhou Li'an let go of it the moment he left.

A 'bang' sound awakened the sluggish boys and girls.

The two of them knelt down abruptly, prostrating once again chanting words.

It wasn't until the sun on the side of the mountain was half engulfed that they gradually stopped, but they couldn't get up, and they were already exhausted.

The bison on the hillside died after struggling.

The temperature is starting to cool down...

Before the night fell, there was the voice of the crowd in the distance, shouting.

The boy and girl looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, the girl stood up and shouted: "It's the leader, he brought someone to find us."

"Bullshit, we have to tell them everything that happened today..."

"We can't get out of here..."

"God will come again, you see, this is God's will."

The boy called cow dung looked down at the painting: "God's will?"

The girl was very sure, and explained the decree: "...When the moon falls, the sun rises again, and the god will return, and he will lead the people of Modoc to prosperity."

Shit looked at the painting and asked, "Is he the sun god?"

The girl was also a little tangled, but before the tribe arrived, she completed the communication with the cow dung: "No, he is the supreme wind god, do you understand?"

Niushi recalled the shocking scene of the gods coming and going without a trace: "Yes, he is the supreme wind god, it is he who blows the alternation of the sun and the moon, and blows the rain!!"

"Will the people of the Ke clan believe it?"

The girl looked at the ups and downs of her father's chest, and the mural on the ground——

"Father is still alive."

"And God, will return after a sun and moon change!"

……

"A deluxe taco, thank you for the extra large glass of ice."

The supreme Fengshen now took out his credit card to pay the bill, and got the dinner plate, on which there was a very large glass filled with ice.

There is a fee for the cup, and unlimited refills of Coke.

With a cold mouthful, the air bubbles explode on the tongue and mouth.

"Hi, it's cool."

Zhou Li'an began to organize his thoughts.

In fact, he can stay and check his condition conveniently, but there is no need to eat and sleep in the open. He is also very tired, and his daily walking mileage starts at tens of kilometers. Today, he also completed an independent operation and reached the limit of what he can do.

In addition, the two children are easy to fool for the time being.

Getting older is different.

In case a warrior jumped out and wanted to kill the gods to prove the way, Zhou Li'an would have to run away in a flash.

So, the standard plan is to leave it in suspense.

Give them a night to brainstorm for themselves.

The strongest impact of consciousness will be formed when the sun rises and the gods reappear.

Fill the stomach.

back home.

The soft and flat silicone mattress seems to dilute even the difficult and dangerous dream of building a nation.

But as long as I think of going to the hospital to go to work...

It is impossible to work part-time.

Zhou Li'an resigned after verifying the system.

This is not impulsive, he made the decision after experimenting with the system many times.

Now he is probably on the blacklist in the industry, and he did not submit a written application one month in advance.

The escape route was blocked.

Then the only way to go is Jianguo becoming president.

Set the alarm clock for getting up, and gradually fall asleep in the wild thoughts.

……

Seven in the morning.

Wash and dress neatly, and put on a bulletproof vest outside, there is no big mistake in being careful.

As long as you don't get shot through the chest and abdomen, you can't die.

Whoever dares to hurt himself will be flashing, jumping, and shooting. The theoretical logic is that it is no problem to pick one hundred, and it mainly depends on individual operation.

Take a deep breath.

Zhou Li'an crossed over!

After an instant of daylight, he appeared in front of his painting.

Sunny, slightly cold.

The air was very fresh, so fresh that the bloody smell of yesterday's fight was very distinct.

"%...￥##..."

"%...%#..."

Hearing the obscure language, Zhou Li'an turned around.

When he turned around, he was startled.

A group of people knelt down and kowtowed to themselves at the foot of the hillside.

The leader is an old man with a lot of wrinkles on his face, and next to the old man are the boys and girls he saw yesterday.

【Looks like your plan succeeded? 】

Zhou Li'an lowered his head and found that the person who was rescued yesterday was gone.

died?

He glanced around and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If he didn't die, he knelt behind the boys and girls.

Counting the heads of people, there are about a hundred people, just looking at men, women, old and young, it should be a group to come to pay New Year's greetings.

"What size tribe is this?"

[The problem you describe...]

"I didn't ask you, you shut up!"

In the 15th century, there were at least 100 million Indians living in North America, which is nothing compared to the total of 3000 million in the entire Americas. More people lived in South America, and that was the hell of mass slaughter and death, not just massacres. , more of a slavery, used to mine gold and silver.

If the number of people in front of you is the sum of a tribe.

Should it be small scale?
At least they have enough young men to hunt, women and old men as support, and children who are being raised.

Zhou Li'an is not in a hurry to understand all this. There must be trade, cooperation and even hostility between the tribes, and they will always be seen in the future.

as a doctor.

The first thing to do when you arrive at the post must be to prepare for ward rounds.

He walked down the hillside and came in front of the patient. The tenacious aborigines were really strong. Even though his stomach was bleeding, he still kept his kneeling position.

Zhou Li'an squatted down, pulled off the clothes he was wearing, and tore open the opening of the wound sticker.

There is bleeding, but judging by the healing of the wound...

He was saved.

The trouble is... he needs to rest, not to act recklessly and open the wound.

Language barrier, unable to give medical advice.

Zhou Li'an glanced at the aborigines who were kneeling on the ground.

"Aiqing, calm down."

he shouted.

At the same time, raise your hands up.

Everyone lowered their heads, but also made eye contact.

Finally, it was the leading old man who got up first, shouted to the back, and everyone stood up.

Boys and girls came supporting the old man.

The old man's eyes were extremely bright and clear, which Zhou Li'an had never seen before.The old man knelt down, prostrated himself at his feet, dusted him off, and said in a reverent tone——

"...%%##..."

Zhou Li'an smiled kindly, motioned for the old man to get up, and nodded again: "That's right, follow me, eat delicious food and drink hot food!!"

The old man nodded in surprise: "...%R&%..."

Zhou Li'an had a spring-like smile on his face: "Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, people of all ethnic groups are like one family."

The old man reached out his hand humbly, trying to grab Zhou Li'an's arm.

Zhou Li'an let him do whatever he wanted.

The old man actually wanted to help him, and when he got his wish, tears of joy came out, and he shouted to the rear: "...&%￥..."

then.

The girl helped the old man.

The old man supported Zhou Li'an.

Let's go west together.

[Hahahaha, do you understand? 】

"You don't care about me, this belongs to spiritual communication, did you take me home without seeing anyone?"

(End of this chapter)