Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 237

Maybe the pressure was too great. In the end, this big boy in his 20s couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears.

Mr. Zhang was still indifferent. He patted Wen Tang on the back lightly, and comforted him, "Don't cry, why are men crying? What is there to blame? If it weren't for you, the old man would starve to death a few days ago." !"

Although the dripping water is no longer as cold as before, the temperature is always below ten degrees, and if you don’t cover yourself with a quilt, you will definitely freeze to death.But the quilt became more and more humid, and more and more bacteria accumulated, and Mr. Zhang's wound deteriorated more and more seriously.

To cover or not to cover, both paths seem to be dead ends.

Wen Tang wiped his face vigorously, turned the quilt silently, and lifted another damp little blanket to bake.

He also wanted to scrub the mentor's wound, but the water outside was already dirty, and they didn't have clean cloths and tools, so he was really anxious.

Xiao Lin stood up silently and walked around the car. When he came back, he was carrying a rather big box with a bright red cross painted on it with red oil paint.

No matter how ignorant of medicine, Xiao Lin also knew that if the wound was so bad, it would be impossible not to remove the carrion around the outside.

"It will hurt, can you bear it?"

Knowing what Xiao Lin was going to do next, Wen Tang couldn't stop crying, the young man was crying like a child.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "My old man's age doesn't matter, medicines are expensive now, you are still young, keep it for yourself."

He naturally knew that if he went on like this, he might really have to see Marx. Who would spare his life?The two children in front of him are kind-hearted, but it is not easy for him to take such a big advantage.

Xiao Lin looked up at him, "We still have a lot, a lot, a lot."

She is not good at words, so she can only repeatedly emphasize that she is really not short of drugs.

There is indeed no shortage, as long as there are points, such a basic medicine box, as much as you want.

There are many, many things, not to mention Mr. Zhang, even Wen Tang doesn't believe it, but he really can't help but watch his mentor like his father die in front of him like this.

After several arguments, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but wet his eyes.He nodded heavily, "Hey, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Xiao Lin was afraid that 003 would be as indifferent as before, so he decided to do it by himself.

She once had the experience of festering after the skin was broken and not treated in time. She knew that it would be painful to get rid of the carrion outside, but there was no way to do it.

Taking out the hydrogen peroxide, Xiao Lin said to Mr. Zhang, "It will hurt, bear with it."

Zhang Lao smiled, "Kids, just do it, this leg, I basically didn't feel it a few days ago."

First use hydrogen peroxide to clean the dirt in the wound, and then wipe it over and over again with medical gauze until all the carrion is scraped off.

When he first dealt with the outside, he was indeed unconscious, but when he got inside, Mr. Zhang was still sweating from the pain, and his legs were a little cramped.

Xiao Lin was a little afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it when he was too old, but he didn't know that the other party was very appreciative, "Well, this is a good thing, I thought I was going to be a three-legged cat in this life."

After cleaning, the wound looked nearly one-third smaller.

Because the injury was so severe, Xiao Lin sprinkled some more Yunnan Baiyao, then wrapped it with clean gauze, and finally let Mr. Zhang take two special anti-inflammatory and anti-infective medicines.

After finishing the treatment, Xiao Lin handed the medicine box directly to Wen Tang, "Change it once a day, don't get it wet, and it's best not to get wet."

Wen Tang dared not take it, it was too precious.

Xiao Lin forcefully said, "Just return it when we leave."

Only then did Wen Tang answer tremblingly, and then stammered, "Thank you very much, but, but we really have nothing to repay."

003 glanced at him, "I really count on your repayment, we don't care about it."

After dinner after a while, Xiao Lin casually asked them if they wanted to eat together, and before Mr. Zhang could say anything, Wen Tang had already refused in fear.

I have already taken someone else's medicine box, but I dare not be greedy for others' food anymore.

"We have something to eat."

There was food, but it was just a pack of crumpled biscuits that were about to bottom out, and a few ugly sweet potatoes.

Xiao Lin glanced at him, expressionless, "Are you raw?"

Mr. Zhang said calmly, "Eating raw sweet potatoes also has a special flavor, and whole grains are more healthy, and then"

Sweet potato porridge looks delicious too!

So Xiao Lin snatched two small sweet potatoes from Wentang without saying a word, and threw them to 003 to let him wash and scrape the skins, and then cut them into strips and threw them into the tumbling rice porridge pot.

Going to bed at night, Xiao Lin kept watch until midnight.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've had such a warm fire to accompany, Wentang fell asleep in a short while, and the little snoring was a joy.

On the other hand, Mr. Zhang was still sitting against the wall, showing no sign of going to sleep.

Sensing Xiao Lin's puzzled eyes, Mr. Zhang laughed at himself, "The old guy with the loess buried up to his neck doesn't sleep much. Four or five hours a day is enough."

Xiao Lin listened, nodded, and said nothing.

After a while, Mr. Zhang said softly, "My little friend, thank you."

Xiao Lin stared at the slightly shaking flames boredly, "It's nothing."

Mr. Zhang chuckled, "Maybe it's nothing to you, but it's a life-saving grace to my old man."

Knowing that he really had nothing to repay, Mr. Zhang adjusted his posture and asked, "Are you bored, kid?"

"Ah."

"Can the old man tell you some stories?"

Xiao Lin glanced at him, a little unhappy, "I'm not young anymore."

Zhang Lao smiled and pointed to the exhibits hanging on the surrounding walls, "Let me tell you the stories behind these antiques, okay?"

Then Xiao Lin honestly listened to the secret stories and court anecdotes that a certain king and a certain minister, a certain prince and a certain family had to tell all night, and even in the end because he was too engrossed, he just forgot to call 003 was changing shifts, and he persisted for most of the night by himself, but finally 003 woke up by himself, and then stopped.

Xu Shi finally found a little bit of his own value, and the pain caused by leg injuries and arthritis has been greatly reduced. Although Zhang Lao, who has not slept for most of the night, has a dry mouth, but the whole person is refreshed .

Holding the cup, the old man took a sip of the hot water very calmly, and said with a smile, "Forget it, it's almost dawn, children, go to sleep first, and let's continue after the rest."

(End of this chapter)