Go Through the World of Beasts and Be a Stick

Seeing who came, Miu smiled vaguely, "You?"

Wen Lie was stared fiercely by more than a dozen pairs of eyes. He glanced at a few dead beasts piled on the ground, swallowed quietly, and calmly said: "I can help him stop the bleeding."

He quickly glanced at the situation. The right thigh was fractured, and the amount of bleeding was not small, but the person has not been completely shocked. It should not be aortic hemorrhage. The fractured end is severely deformed, and comminuted fractures can be ruled out.

Once in the state of a doctor, Wen Lie had forgotten the situation around him. He asked Ya to take out the animal skin coat, spread it out in a well-lit area, and directed the paint down to show it.

There is no way, the light in the tree hole is dim, so I can only help the other person clean the wound outside.

Fortunately, Luoxue has gradually stopped.

Squatting down to observe Zhan’s wound carefully, Wen Lie frowned fiercely as he watched the mud on Zhan’s wound. He opened his mouth to curse, remembering who this group was, and closed his mouth suffocated.

This has brought a lot of difficulty to his treatment.

He took a deep breath, and said to the assistant who was staring at him after putting down the exhibition: "Thank you to build a few fires nearby, fast! We have a pot here, wash it with snow water and boil a little water, then heat the pot thoroughly. Wash it again, and then go to the snow-capped mountains to find clean river water and boil a pot of water! Salt, half a bowl!"

The stone pot has not been completely cooled, and there is not much water in the front. It is just a simple disinfection of the stone pot, which will not delay for a long time. The key is to boil a pot of water and then cool it down.

This mud is ordinary mud. With such a big wound, the chance of infection has greatly increased. Now that there are no facilities, Wenlie can only do simple disinfection as much as possible.

He quickly searched all over his body and found that he was only wearing autumn clothes and long trousers.

Gritting his teeth and looking around, "Who can tear off two clothes? One slap wide and long enough to cover the stretched leg. The other is thinner and **** wide."

No one moved, Wen Lie was annoyed: "Hurry up! He has lost too much blood, he has to stop the bleeding as soon as possible!"

Miao stood next to him, saw his expression clearly, grabbed Wen Lie's hand, and said to Tu: "Go, find things, left, tear the skin of the animal!"

The two orcs looked at each other and followed suit.

Wen Lie glanced at the big hand that grabbed his hand, and pressed the opponent's hand with his backhand and placed it on Zhan's thigh, "Hold his leg with both hands and clen it firmly!"

Miu's eyes narrowed and he was about to get angry. Turning his head to see Zuo with a pleading look, he licked his snow-white teeth, grabbed Zan's thigh and pinched it hard, and he squeezed out a few times with pain that was almost unconscious.

Wen Lie rolled his eyes fiercely, took the animal skin strip in Zuo's hand, wrapped the wide one around the stretched leg, and quickly took the thin strap and tied it tightly.

He didn't use Miu to help anymore, fearing that the other party would pinch his stretched thighs down.

He thought that Zhan was a companion of this man, and he was going to kill for him, so he calmly awakened Miu, "In this way, he will be loosened once every half an hour so that his hands can be loosened."

Miao did not speak.

Sami Zhan's bleeding legs stopped immediately. Although he was as surprised as the others, he still couldn't help but admire Wen Lie. Zhan was injured because of him. Even though he was a non-orc, he couldn't leave it alone.

Just, "How long is half an hour?"

He asked for Miu.

Wen Lie was stunned, and then I remembered that the time unit algorithm here is similar to that of modern times, but it is not refined to hours and minutes. The number units are also limited to the range of numbers. There are no exact units of measurement for length units and weight units. .

He turned his head to meet Miu's eyes, and sure enough there was a suspicion in the opponent's ice blue eyes.

I was surprised and quickly said: "It's the algorithm in my Amu's tribe. I will remind you when the time is up."

He refused to say more, so as not to make more mistakes. He fumbled to the position of the fracture, but it was a broken bone. Fortunately, it was not serious. He asked Zuo to tear off a piece of animal skin, plug the progressing mouth, and pat his face. : "It will hurt a bit for a while, hold back."

Fortunately, Wen Lie's body was repaired by the guide. Otherwise, he would stretch his tight leg, and he might not be able to lift it easily.

Zhan only felt that the coldness caused by the rapid loss of blood in his thighs had disappeared a lot. He heard something in the vagueness and knew that he was being treated by someone. The shock in his heart was self-evident.

The situation of their half-orcs is a bit stronger than the original beast, but in fact it is worse than the original beast.

It is absolutely impossible for the priest to heal his legs. Who is that?

Zhan tried his best to open his eyes, but couldn't help it.

He remembered the reason for his injury, although he was a little unwilling, but he did not regret it.

This time, the cold ice season, which was colder than before, brought them to the bottom of the food chain, who had not been sheltered by the tribe.

The reason Zhan would save Zuo was to avoid the sneak attack of Orc Forest while he was hunting. He just wanted Zuo to help him and give them some food.

He didn't expect that he was not dead when he was curled up by the tail of the beast and thrown on the sharp rock, but his leg was broken.

For other orcs, a broken leg may mean becoming a remnant beast, but for their half-orcs, the blood flow does not stop, which means death.

Feeling someone moving around on his legs, stretched out involuntarily, but couldn't help groaning. Suddenly, Zhan made a scream uncontrollably, and then he bit the thing in his mouth hard, and his face was full of veins. Root popped up!

He finally heard the sound that had been ringing in his ears, which was a non-orc's voice, "Okay, relax, it will help you deal with the wound for a while. It's not easy to bear, so bear with it."

Isn't it okay?

He didn't know Wen Lie was helping him with bones at the moment, thinking Wen Lie was just helping him stop the bleeding and save his life.

It's just that he doesn't understand, why don't you help him to bite off his leg and stop the bleeding?

A long time ago, he had the opportunity to see the priest heal a leg like this to the tribe orcs. At that time, the priest ordered the other orcs to bite off the injured leg of the injured orc, and then apply the hemostatic medicine given by the animal **** on it to help the orcs recover.

Even so, there are still orcs who die inexplicably.

Zhan thought, probably because this non-orc doesn't have the magical skills of a priest.

This is also very good, at least he still has a chance to survive.

Soon, the paint came back, and the open snow land caught fire. Wen Lie was embarrassed to tear off the clothes again, so he asked the paint to tear a piece off, carefully rub it with snow water as much as possible, and then burn it clean. Wash the pot with water again.

Soaking in salty water to scrub the mud from the wound is definitely not gentle.

Even in order to clean the wound as cleanly as possible, Wen Lie had to open the wound as much as possible, go deep into it and wipe out the fine sand along the texture of the muscle.

You can’t use the hairy side of the animal skin. Even if you wash it many times, the bacteria in the fur will never be cleaned by a simple scalding. So you can only use the other side, the smooth leather surface is absolutely Caused difficulties in his cleaning work.

Combining several aspects, Wen Lie's method of treating wounds is absolutely **** and violent.

In order to ensure the smooth flow of blood and prevent tissue necrosis, the tie was loosened every half an hour, and the blood from time to time quickly overflowed the wound at that moment, and was repeatedly peeled and wiped by Wen Lie. After several times, the eyesight was good and far. The orcs who watched from a distance could clearly see that the muscles of Zhan's wounds were white, and Zhan screamed again and again.

Looking at the calm and unrelenting Wen Lie, a group of Zhengzheng Orcs unanimously chilled, and they moved further away.

Before Wen Lie said that it is necessary to keep the light well and not allow them to come close, these orcs still disagree, but now they are walking away consciously.

Wen Lie's subordinates are clean and tidy, but he is thinking hard in his heart, what should I use to bandage the wound?

The wound is not deep, but not small. The fracture even damages the muscles. It must be firmly fixed with a splint. This is easy to say, but what should he use instead of the breathable gauze used for dressing?

Maybe it was the distress of knotted brows that infected Miu, who was staring at him closely. Miu's fingertips ran over him. This was his usual little movement when thinking, "What more?"

Suddenly, asked Miao.

Zhan’s blood was stopped and the wound was scrubbed clean. Wen Lie put down his hand gripping the wound before looking at the human-shaped Miu seriously.

With short silver stubble hair, roots erected, presumptuous and wild, with deep eye sockets, high nose, and a distinctive black animal skin jacket, all of which force Fan to face.

Wen Lie twitched the corners of his mouth, saying that he was second in middle school, pretending to be really similar.

If it weren't for a string of zeros on the guide screen, he would really think that this is a foolish big man with no brains.

He silently pulled out the guide to take a look, and sure enough, no point was lost.

The word "Miao" flashed between black and red, and Wen Lie clicked on. It was the words the guide warned him just now, and stayed there without saying a word.

Wen Lie sighed, this guy is still thinking about slaughtering people.

How can he stop each other?

He pointed to the wound on Zhan, "It is necessary to fix the wooden board of his thigh. This is easy to say, anyone can cut a piece with a stone knife, but it takes time for the wound to heal. The dressing needs to be breathable. I can't find anything to breathe."

Miao had a meal, "Shan Teng."

Zuo's eyes lit up and said, "Yes, fan vines are breathable and strong! I'll look for them now!"

Wen Lie found a clean stone, squatted in front of the stone pot that was temporarily liberated, threw the previously washed sponge into it, mashed it with the stone, and smeared it all on the wound.

Miao looked at Wen Lie's concentrated expression and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

"Stop bleeding."

"Not just now?"

Wen Lie glanced at him, knowing that the other party had begun to doubt him, and did not hide it, "Bone setting, his leg bone is broken, first simply stop the bleeding, and then perform the wound to stop the bleeding. Before bleeding, use water and salt. Disinfection, so that the wound will not be infected with suppuration, that is, it will not rot, and the legs can be preserved with a high probability."

Miao's pupils suddenly shrank, bursting out a dazzling light.

Wen Lie lowered his head and didn't see it. He repeated it several times, trying to speak clearly. The orcs still listened to a half-knowledge, but this did not prevent them from grasping the key words. Zuo excitedly said: "You said his legs can Good?! Will not be bad in the future?!"

Then he sullenly lowered his face suddenly, "Don't try to lie to us!"

Wen Lie knew that to deal with this group of barbarians, it is best to be relaxed, not too stretched, but not too flattering. He pretended to roll his eyes impatiently, "What does his bad legs have to do with me? But what does he have to do with me? I just found a kind of hemostatic grass and used it as a try to see if it can heal people."

He gritted his teeth and bitterly hated. Originally, he didn't expect much gratitude and gratitude for this group of people like Miao. It was okay to let him owe him a favor.

When he said that, the orcs didn't say that they believed it was true, but they wouldn't be suspicious, thinking that he was really just experimenting with half-orcs, and his kindness was in vain!

Wen Lie looks gentle on the outside, but the coldness inside is deep-rooted, otherwise he wouldn't think that the problem would start from the worst angle.

And Zuo and the others, of course, didn't value Zhan this non-orc too much, but were shocked by the information revealed in the words!

Even Master Wu Ya was helpless with a broken leg, and it could be cured in Wenlie!

Suddenly, everyone forgot their words.

The bonfire leaped lively on everyone's face, making the clearing even more silent.

How could Wen Lie get such a magical treatment?

The priest of each tribe is the only person who can heal the orcs, and will never impart the wisdom bestowed by the orcs to others at will, especially Uya-sama.

As for the servant priests, all the orcs felt that their ideas were absurd. Once the priest found that the servant priest had betrayed the beast god, he told others what he had learned, and what awaited them was the same treatment as the original beast-being expelled.

What's more, how could a servant priest do something that even a priest could not do?

Everyone, coincidentally, the most impossible and most likely answer emerged in their minds—

Wen Lie awakened Wu Li.