This kiwi tree grows on a high ground on the roadside. The tree is not very high, but it grows very high. A few lively boys just pick up the semi-hard and non-soft kiwi fruits, and throw them down after picking them.

Lu Zhengqing was lame, holding a plastic bag in his hand, and stood under the tree to pick it up.

When he picked up a few, he turned around and saw Qiao Lingxiang holding a few very wide and large banana leaves in her hand, squatting on the ground, picking up kiwis and wrapping them in the leaves.

This is such a very diligent and good girl.

Lu Zhengqing smiled, held the kiwi fruit that had already picked up half of the bag, and said with his head raised:

"Brother Cen, I'm so tired. Should we have lunch?"

Cen Yi jumped out of the tree and said:

"Eat, I still have something to eat there."

He didn't bring much food. This morning, everyone had eaten the bag of compressed biscuits sent by the mission center. Lu Zhengqing, Zhao Long and Ajiu didn't bring much, but they also brought some of them.

So don’t be stingy. Take out your own things and eat them. It’s not a problem to travel in this scenic area for four or five days.

Qiao Lingxiang said:

"Eat instant noodles, add some kiwi fruits, I'll cook noodles for you."

“Can you still cook noodles?”

Several boys who had never played living in the wild looked at Qiao Lingxiang curiously, and Cen Yi asked:

"But there are no pots and pans here."

"I've brought it."

Qiao Lingxiang was holding a large pile of kiwis wrapped in banana leaves in her arms. She turned around and walked to the car, took out her backpack from the back seat, looked around, and pointed to a stream next to the mountain road. There was a rocky beach beside the stream.

He said to Cen Yi and others with a good attitude of asking for advice:

"Where, I'll go build a stove. Senior Cen, can you help me pick up some slightly dry branches?"

Seeing the boys nodding, Qiao Lingxiang said to Lu Zhengqing again:

"Senior Lu, if you still have injuries on your feet, you are not convenient to climb up and down. You can sit next to me and help you with a fight. Is it OK?"

Lu Zhengqing immediately said inappropriately:

"Oh, Sister Xiangxiang feels sorry for me."

Qiao Lingxiang ignored him. She had been with this person for a few days and found that this person was talking like this. She occasionally looked serious and occasionally she could not adjust.

If you have to be serious with such a person, you will have to finish it.

After everyone had their own duties, Qiao Lingxiang walked alone onto the rocky beach beside the water flow, looking for a suitable stone to build a stove. After a while, a simple small stove was quickly finished.

She searched through her backpack for a long time and finally found a set of pots.

Lu Zhengqing limped over the side of the mud road to the rock beach, and watched Qiao Ling sit on a flat stone with interest, pulling out a black bag as big as a small watermelon from her backpack.

She opened the black bag, and there was a small black milk pot inside, with an iron lid on the pot. Qiao Lingxiang opened the lid on the pot, took out the handles in the pot, and put them one by one, a few screws, and installed the handles on the small milk pot.

Lu Zhengqing felt that Qiao Lingxiang was thinking very carefully and thought of everything. He stretched his neck and looked at the small milk pot with a small colored disc.

He asked strangely:

"What is this small plate used for?"

"You can drink water or use it as a job."

Qiao Lingxiang took the colorful small disc from the pot with her chubby hands. In front of Lu Zhengqing, she pressed the point in the center. The disc was folded and pushed into a bowl, and then folded and pushed into a wide-mouth cup.

She explained:

"This is my registration gift when I sign up for the Extreme Survival Camp."

Then, Qiao Lingxiang handed the colorful folding cup and milk pot in her hand to Lu Zhengqing and said:

"Senior Lu, please help me get some clean water and wash it into the pot."

They built a stove on the rocky beach, so it was not difficult to get water, which Lu Zhengqing could do.

He did as he said, and when he washed the pot, the water in the folded cup was also filled. When he turned around and saw that Qiao Lingxiang had found a very long branch, sat there, took out a knife from her backpack, and sharpened one end of the branch.

When Lu Zhengqing came over, she took out her bag and took out a bottle of bruised and damaged oil, and lowered her eyes and said to Lu Zhengqing:

"Senior Lu, you have to rub your feet. Now that you have entered the mountain, you can get faster. Otherwise, if you want to climb the mountain, it will be a bit difficult."

Lu Zhengqing felt that what Qiao Lingxiang said made sense. He limped and took the small milk pot and folding cup, walked to the stone stove, put down the things, took off his shoes and socks, and reached out to ask Qiao Lingxiang for the bottle of bruising and damage oil.

But she poured the medicinal oil on her hands, took the initiative to grab Lu Zhengqing's calves, placed her hands on his calves and ankles, and kneaded them skillfully.

Maybe it was the effect of medicinal oil. Lu Zhengqing felt hot after touching Qiao Lingxiang's hands on his calves and ankles.

There was a feeling of the pain dissipating, which was obviously flowing from Lu Zhengqing's legs.

He looked at the bruising and damage oil that Qiao Lingxiang placed aside in curiosity, and praised:

"What brand of sluggish oil is this? I don't feel any pain in my legs."

Hearing this, Qiao Lingxiang immediately retracted her hand from Lu Zhengqing's leg. Her expression was a little dazed. She looked down at her hand, then looked at the bottle of oil that was sucked. After thinking for a while, she said:

"Even safflower oil is sold in pharmacies, when I signed up for the extreme survival camp, the organizer gave me it."

“It works very well.”

Lu Zhengqing, who had no contact with super science fiction at all, picked up the safflower oil and looked at it, but he could not see any flowers. He could only return the safflower oil to Qiao Lingxiang.

Looking back, he also went to buy a few bottles of this thing for preparation...if the pharmacy could still open the door.

She lowered her head and was silent for a long time before explaining:

"The medicine is the same. Maybe... I need to pay attention to the technique when rubbing blood stasis for people."

She was sure, Qiao Lingxiang was really sure this time. She could not only treat her internal and external injuries, but also treat others!

Moreover, she can control the degree of treatment given to others. She can choose to cure them all, or just cure them a little.

This discovery made Qiao Lingxiang quite excited. At least, she had such ability and was beaten in the future, and she would not die and could open a clinic to make money.

Qiao Lingxiang lowered her head and was still happy. No matter what happened to Lu Zhengqing, she could not cure him for the time being. She looked like three or four days and treated Lu Zhengqing in stages. Qiao Lingxiang felt that it was almost done.
Chapter completed!