Section 6, The Sad Countermeasures

The key to treating chest wounds lies in the management of fractured bones. Reattach the bones and suture the skin and muscle layers. With Tianfeng's robust constitution, combined with the low activity of bacteria during the cold winter and sufficient food and nutrition, recovery can be achieved swiftly

"What do you understand, you are not a great sorcerer!" The furious leader Fusong raised his right hand again and slapped Tianhao hard: "Get out! Get the hell out of here!"

He is not afraid of death; he is merely filled with despair about the future

Tian Hao glared at the leader who was blocked by the elder, shook his head, and swallowed hard: "I don't know either, but I must give it a try"

Wu Xing raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze immediately becoming sharp and infused with a hint of anticipation, and then she followed up with the question: "How confident are you?"

Ayan, what is wrong with you

"You must be starving mad to dare to lay hands on your own kind. He is your own brother! He... he is not dead yet." Fu Song clearly did not understand what had happened, nor did he want to hear Tian Hao's explanation, directly attributing everything to hunger.

The priest shaman was instantly filled with rage and roared: "Do you know what you are doing?"

The wrinkled shaman silently nodded. The aged man reached out to pull a stick from the nearby woodpile, intending to add it to the fire pit to rekindle the nearly extinguished embers, but could only futilely move back and forth in the loose ash.

Suddenly, heavy and chaotic footsteps could be heard from outside the room, accompanied by frantic and fearful shouts

Fusong Mu ran nodded slightly

I can save him. Tian Hao rolled on the floor and ran back to his original position, looking up with cold eyes at the tribal leader who was much taller and stronger than himself

Wu Xing's expression stiffened, suddenly feeling as if he had been frozen in place, completely afraid to move even slightly, and even his breathing came to a halt in extreme fear. He raised his head, looking in shock at the man sitting opposite him, stammering, "A... Amei? Selling Amei? Are you, are you sure?"

Tian Hao tightly covered his painfully hot face, sniffed forcefully, and fiercely spat out a sentence: "I am not hungry enough to eat my own people!"

In the village, the shaman is the oldest elder. Therefore, he has hunted more animals and killed more humans than anyone else. Consequently, he is also more familiar with the physiological structure of the human body

What should Tianfeng and Xuping do? Should we invite the great wizard? After a brief pause, Wuxing continued the unfinished conversation. Although he already knew Fusong's answer, he still had to maintain the necessary etiquette out of respect for the village leader.

After nearly half a minute, Fu Songcheng said again: "Additionally, take Amei with you."

Wu Xing is not necessarily smarter than Fu Song, and he has never heard of such a thing as "surgery." Even at the moment he stepped into the wooden house, he felt that Tian Hao was killing someone, intending to cut the flesh from his biological brother Tian Feng's arm to satisfy his hunger. However, the only difference between Wu Xing and the leader of the Panshi Village, Fu Song, is that he has lived nearly thirty years longer than the latter

The injury to Tianfeng's arm is not considered serious. He has merely dislocated his shoulder and elbow. As long as the skin and flesh are incised to allow for the bones to be repositioned, followed by external fixation and the application of medicinal dressings, he will soon recover.

Time is the price that humanity must pay to accumulate wisdom and experience

The great wizard requires at least one cow, as the supplies in the warehouse are simply insufficient... I have seen their injuries; Tianfeng is surely crippled, and Xuping may not even survive the night. " Fusong gazed at the fire pit with a dull and dim expression: "You have already sent medicine to Tianfeng. How about this? Give them double portions of soup, make it as thick as possible, and let them have a good meal... After all, they won't survive, so if they eat, it won't be a waste.

I certainly know. A hint of helplessness appeared on Fusongmian's vegetable-colored face: "There is no food left in the stockade. The only wild animals active in the mountains during this season are fierce wolves and violent bears. The seaside is covered in ice, and we cannot catch any fish. Without food, Ah Mei will starve to death just the same. If we go south, she might be able to survive. Trading one woman for a wild buffalo would allow the people in the stockade to eat for a longer time."

... ...

"Leader, Elder Wu... you all, hurry over and take a look. Ahao has gone mad, Ahao is holding a knife and wants to kill Afeng!"

The soft flesh on Wu's face trembled slightly, and the wrinkles were pressed deep, as if carved by a knife.

Ayan appeared to be in a state of extreme panic. Perhaps it was due to the exhaustion from fear and running, as she suddenly weakened and collapsed in front of the open wooden door, breathing heavily and screaming incoherently.

Amei is the kindest woman in the village. She has a gentle temperament, a pleasant appearance, and is hardworking. However, she must now be treated as a commodity to be exchanged.

To speak honestly, the leader has done nothing wrong. As long as the strongest men and women can endure this winter, the Rock Fortress will continue to exist. If even they cannot hold on, the fortress will inevitably be forgotten by people, just like other villages swallowed by ice and snow.

Leader's Cabin

Fusong and Wuxing simultaneously recognized that this was the woman sent to take care of Tianfeng. For the men injured during the hunt, the village generally provided some care, sending someone over to help prepare some food and offering verbal comfort, nothing more than that

Two individuals stood up simultaneously, quickly walked to the door and stopped. Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" as the heavy wooden door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged village woman, her face filled with panic, rushed in.

Listening to the howling wind outside the house, reminiscent of ghostly wails, the wrinkled face of Wu Xing was filled with anguish: "What should we do from now on?"

He is the elder brother of the host

According to the first aid methods he remembered, Tianhao heated the surgical knife over a strong flame and aimed it at Tianfeng's swollen and twisted arm, stabbing down fiercely. Although Tianfeng had already swallowed the bowl of medicinal soup and was tightly biting down on a branch, the scream that erupted from the depths of his throat still frightened away Ayan, who was preparing soup in front of the fire.

Suddenly, after entering, the old priest Wu Xing, who had been guarding beside Tian Feng, stopped the leader. He looked carefully at Tian Hao's face, which had been swollen from the beating, and with a sullen expression, uncertainly asked: "Are you... really helping Tian Feng to heal his injuries?"

The northern barbarians possess exquisite craftsmanship in forging that is starkly disproportionate to their savage civilization. The ten-centimeter-long dagger is thin and sharp, reflecting the unique luster of metal

In fact, the chances of success are quite high, but such matters must never be spoken of. Given the shrewdness of the old priest, he will undoubtedly inquire repeatedly at the appropriate time. Rather than causing trouble for oneself by explaining too early, it is better to save the person first and then assess the situation for further explanation.

... ... How is this possible, even the great wizard cannot achieve it ... ...

When Fusong and Wu Xing burst into the wooden house, Tianhao was using a small knife to cut open Tianfeng's shoulder and elbow

The old rule: children and the elderly draw lots first, followed by women, and finally men. As the leader, I joined the first group with the elderly and children. Fu Song picked up the wooden bowl placed beside him and drank all the water in it. When the acidity in his stomach became unbearable, he resolved his hunger in this manner

This is actually common knowledge understood by most villagers in Panshi Zhai. The reasoning is quite simple - after numerous experiences, one can clearly see and understand.

... ...

Fusong remained silent, his numb gaze hollow and devoid of substance, resembling a lifeless sculpture

Are you out of your mind? She is your wife. Moreover, she has been pregnant for more than three months

"You and Yonggang should set off tomorrow! Bring along twenty women and make a trip to the southern tribe." Fusong's voice was very hoarse, as if he were a dying man on the verge of death from lack of water after a long trek through the desert.

Compared to the other buildings in the village, the chief's wooden house is only slightly larger, and its style is not particularly noteworthy. In terms of decoration, it is similar to the ordinary homes in the Rock Village, featuring only human or animal skulls mounted on wooden stakes at the entrance.

With a face full of rage, Fusong let out a roar and, with the utmost speed, reached out to grab Tianhao by the collar of his shirt, violently throwing him away from Tianfeng.

Ayan did not lie; he could see very clearly that Tianhao was using a knife to cut the flesh on Tianfeng's arm

"Stop it! What are you doing?"

Tian Feng weakly and instinctively shook his head. The inertia of thought continued in his mind, like a stream flowing downstream crashing against a suddenly appearing rock, instantly scattering in all directions. He suddenly came to a realization, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at Tian Hao, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitching slightly: "Wait! What... what did you just say?"

Fusong is not selfish. When it comes to the issue of changing personnel, the first person he considers is his own woman

Wu Xing glared at him angrily, refraining from further argument, the thick veins on his neck pulsating incessantly, but ultimately he abandoned all thoughts of resorting to violence. As his heavy breathing gradually steadied, he exhausted the little strength left in his body, slumping down with a face full of irrepressible sorrow

When one is not strong enough to confront everything, the "Ten Leaders" of Tianfeng must survive

Fusong and Wuxing sat by the fire pit, enveloped in silence

I can heal your wounds

In the era of the already destroyed civilization, although Tian Hao was not a doctor and had not received systematic medical training, he had a very clear understanding of the distribution of human bones, muscles, and blood vessels. Moreover, the physical structure of the northern barbarians was not significantly different from that of the previous human generations

"You don't understand anything! I'm saving him! I'm saving him!" Suddenly, Tian Hao seemed to go mad, screaming at the top of his lungs: "My brother's bones are not broken; as long as the muscles are cut and reset, he can return to normal. They have already delayed for a long time on the way. If you stop me again, his hand will be useless."

Wait a moment

Tian Hao's voice was more assured than ever: "Although there is no absolute certainty, regardless of the circumstances, no one can help you except for me"