Sepsis is when pathogens such as bacteria or fungi enter the blood of the human body, grow and reproduce in the blood and release toxins, thereby damaging the functions of various organs of the human body. It is a symptom that is particularly likely to occur after severe wound infection.

However, as long as special antibiotics are used for treatment, it can usually be completely cured. However, if the treatment is not timely, it is very likely to cause death. Fortunately, Fang Jingyao has not yet reached the most critical moment.

Li Lei had cleaned up the wound and re-bandaged it. Liao Mingyu gave him an infusion and some antipyretics. Fang Jingyao's condition is now stable.

"Continue to observe his situation. I will go out and explain to them first."

"Okay, captain."

After instructing Li Lei to continue observing his condition, Liao Mingyu walked out of the room.

…

Seeing Liao Mingyu come out, Agui and others who were waiting anxiously at the door immediately came up to him: "Chief Liao, how is my husband!?"

"Mr. Fang is fine now. Please prepare. Once his condition stabilizes, he will be sent to the Sichuan Army Corps. He can also get better treatment there," Liao Mingyu said.

"Very good!"

"Mr. Fang is truly blessed and blessed."

"I have to thank you, sir."

...Everyone in the Nanyang Self-Rescue Army breathed a sigh of relief. Agui did not speak, but nodded solemnly.

At this moment, there were no words to express the gratitude in his heart. He straightened his clothes and solemnly knelt down on one knee in front of Liao Mingyu:

"Sir Liao, today's great kindness will be remembered forever!"

Before Liao Mingyu could react, the group of self-rescue soldiers behind him also knelt down.

Agui took out a dagger from his arms and held it in his hand. With a focused look, he made a cut in his palm, and blood instantly flowed out.

"With blood as evidence, heaven and earth can learn from it. From today on, Agui, this life is yours! If you violate it, please ask Chief Liao to kill me with this dagger!"

After speaking, Agui lowered his head and respectfully raised the dagger above his head with both hands, signaling Liao Mingyu to accept his oath.

"No, no, no, get up! There's no need to be like this." Liao Mingyu couldn't laugh or cry. Why did these Nanyang people kneel down at every turn, like ancient heroes, which made him a little at a loss.

But Agui on the ground didn't say a word, just holding the dagger up. He didn't care about the blood on his hand that kept flowing.

"Meeting in the group... This is probably some kind of rule for people running around in the world, to show their loyalty. How about you just follow his wishes, otherwise you won't be able to do anything to him." Meng Fanxiao whispered in Liao Mingyu's ear, in front of him

This scene also amazed him.

"Okay, I understand. Go and bandage it quickly. Be careful not to infect your wound."

Alas, this is nothing. Liao Mingyu took the dagger helplessly, and then helped Agui, a stubborn man, up together.

…

Fang Jingyao is still undergoing infusion. Now his high fever has gone away, but he is still a little unconscious. Agui and Li Lei are accompanying him in the room and continue to observe his condition.

Liao Mingyu and Meng Fan were bored and walked around observing this small village with only a dozen houses.

"Team leader, when Mr. Fang came here to buy arms, I thought the Self-Rescue Army he was talking about was so impressive, but now it seems like it's just that. Just like a group of rural guerrillas." Meng Fanlao was disdainful.

He said. That group of so-called self-rescue soldiers really couldn't catch his eye.

"Don't be ridiculous. This group of people was originally a spontaneous militia organization. You might have been inferior to others a few months ago." Liao Mingyu said slowly.

To say that he still admires this group of people, they have no logistics and lack of training, and they all rely on the sporadic support of those Nanyang families. Now that they are blocked in the mountains and forests by the Japanese, they are in an even more difficult situation, but they still have not given up and dare to continue to follow

This is enough for the devils to fight.

…

After noon, the village was still very quiet.

There were soldiers all around, and the villagers were so scared that they hid in their houses and did not dare to come out, for fear that these people who did not know whether they were soldiers or bandits would hurt them.

However, after watching this group of soldiers for most of the day, there was no movement. A few brave villagers poked their heads out of the door and watched curiously.

The people from the Nanyang Self-Rescue Army were obviously very familiar with them. After a good explanation with them, the villagers felt relieved. They walked out of their houses one after another and began to go about their day's chores.

"What are you doing?" A hunchbacked old man wandered up to Liao Mingyu, smoking a dry pipe in his hand.

"Old man, we are here to save people. We will leave after a while and we won't stay long." Liao Mingyu said to the old man with a smile.

"Oh...save people. Oh, I thought little Japan had crossed the river." The old man said.

"Uncle, have any Japanese been here?" Liao Mingyu asked curiously.

"Where is it? If little Japan comes, we can still have a good life. Haha, I heard that there are Japanese on the other side of Zenda Town upstream, and they are fighting every day. Who knows when it will end."

The old man was so sad that he picked up the cigarette rod and took two more puffs, only to find that there was no shredded tobacco inside.

Liao Mingyu took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to the old man. He said with a smile: "Come on, old man, try this cigarette."

"Hey, that's so embarrassing. Haha, thank you, sir." The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes, taking Liao Mingyu's cigarette. After lighting it, he took two puffs.

"call…"

Liao Mingyu also smoked a cigarette and looked at the fast-flowing Nu River in the distance with some worry.

"Sir, I heard that the Japanese have occupied the land on the west bank. We don't dare to go there now. We haven't tasted the white fruit wine in Heshun Town for a long time."

Huh? The speaker has no intention of listening, but the listener has the intention. After hearing this sentence, Liao Mingyu instantly became energetic: "Uncle, are you saying that you often went to Heshun Town on the West Bank in the past?"

"Well, walking thirty or forty miles from here to the other side is Heshun, which is closer than going to Chanda. There used to be a market there, and we would always go there when going to market."

The old man looked at the other side of the river and was slightly stunned. Before Little Japan came, that area was quite lively, and people from all over the country would go there to party.

"Then how did you get across? I see that the river here is very fast. It would be a bit difficult to cross the river on a raft." Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly, grasping the key points of the information.

"Haha, who would build a raft if they have a long life? Look, didn't the river turn a bend from under the mountain in front? The terrain behind that bend is flat, and the water is not as strong as this one. There is a stone bridge there.

It has been under construction for many years, and we usually pass there when we go to the other side."

Seeing how interested Liao Mingyu was, the old man was happy to talk to him more. He told him carefully about the place where they crossed the river.

"Uncle, can you take me over now to have a look?"
Chapter completed!