Wen Shiyin's hair was disheveled, her face was stained with tears, and she was about to cry. She landed on one foot and did the Golden Rooster pose, seemingly spraining her foot.
Liu Wenbing was scratching his head and ears, thinking that he wanted to suffer for the beauty.
"Sprained your foot?"
"Yeah!" Wen Shiyin responded, a little afraid to look at Miao Pu, not sure whether it was because of embarrassment or because she thought it was very embarrassing.
"Let me take a look, I know some wilderness first aid." Miao Pu picked up Wen Shiyin's left leg without revealing anything.
The outer ankle of her left foot was swollen, and it looked like she had sprained it during a struggle. She was asked to do several movements to determine whether there was a fracture or serious tendon injury.
"It's probably just a sprain," he said, taking out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray from his backpack. "Spray on it and rub it hard so that the congestion can be dispersed, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
"Shiyin, if it's not convenient for you, let me help you." Liu Wenbing's tone was full of care.
"Thank you." Wen Shiyin nodded to Liu Wenbing.
Miao Pu took out a few towels and walked towards Dao Tiao's face. He tore open the trousers on the leg where he was hit by the arrow. He used the towel to tighten the upper part of his wound. He suddenly used force to launch the crossbow arrow. Fortunately, it was an ordinary arrow. If this was a professional
I really don’t know what to do with the hunting arrows that have hooks and thorns.
Daotiao Lian let out a miserable cry and woke up directly from the pain. Seeing that Miao Pu was treating his wounds, the fear on his face faded.
As the saying goes, it is better to be stabbed ten times than to be hit by an arrow. The crossbow arrow did not hit the vital point, but even so, it was enough for him to drink a pot.
Arrow wounds are difficult to treat, and sewing up the skin is of no use. Like all wounds, the most feared thing is infection and suppuration. All Miao Pu can do is to take out the arrow, insert alcohol cotton into the wound, clean it vigorously, and then sprinkle
Use Yunnan Baiyao to bandage it, and finally throw some anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics into Daotiao’s face.
The cleaning process of this kind of pocket-shaped wound is definitely a kind of torture. For a man in his thirties, although it is not certain whether it is pure or not, it is still difficult for him to show off his voice and scream in high octaves in public.
Big beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he felt like he could grab the tire of the car next to him with his hand. After the initial scream, Miao Pu's expression on his face became extremely intense as he used his hand to claw the dragon.
Big and rich, we have every reason to believe that the gathering and spreading of his brows and eyes; the force of his teeth and the twitching frequency of the corners of his mouth are not as frequent and rapid as at this moment.
This is why Miao Pu used to carry the first aid kit with him after escaping from the hospital. Otherwise, he wouldn't feel any pain at all and would just wait for the infection. Even though his face now looks like he died a little, fortunately, his leg should be saved.
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Liu Wenbing was quite unhappy about Miao Pu's treatment of Dao Tiao Lian's injuries. Although he lacked the courage to fight head-on, he was extremely ruthless when dealing with prisoners. According to his opinion, even if he did not kill him directly, he should be left to the monsters and left behind.
Their existence will only harm more people.
Liu Wenbing's remarks made Miao Puzhi frown, and his favorable impression of him was greatly reduced. It was not because of his ruthless style towards the enemy. After all, kindness to the enemy was cruelty to oneself. From a certain perspective, these words were not only correct.
, on the contrary, they were kind words. Instead, the hidden resentment in Liu Wenbing's eyes made Miao Pu feel chilled. Faced with their own mistakes, many people choose to hate others. This is the case with Liu Wenbing, as if these people made him embarrassed in front of a beautiful woman.
To save face, not for my own cowardice.
"then"
Staring at the machete thrown by Miao Pu at his feet, "You're right, you stabbed him." Miao Pu looked at Liu Wenbing and said calmly.
"Oops...!" Wen Shiyin's soft cry brought Liu Wenbing back to reality. The hand that was applying medicine to Wen Shiyin and rubbing his feet lost his sense of control because of his distraction. Perhaps he was preparing to kill someone with a knife in his heart.
The beautiful woman's feet are on my behalf.
Liu Wenbing stood in front of Dao Tiao's face, holding the knife. The hand holding the knife was shaking a little, and his knuckles were a little white from the exertion. Dao Tiao's face, which was half lying on the wheel, could not be said to have an expression. The previous torment had already left him.
His face was bloodless and he was half dead. Now when he saw Liu Wenbing approaching with a knife, he simply closed his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't dare to face the moment of death, or because he couldn't bear the confrontation that decided his fate.
Suddenly, Liu Wenbing gritted his teeth and raised his machete, but when he was about to chop it down, he suddenly stopped in the air. He hesitated for a moment and shouted "Ah, ah, ah..." before turning around and abandoning the machete.
The knife-striped face still has his eyes closed, and you can see that he is shaking. Is it the fear of death? Or is it the pain just now?
He kicked his thick eyebrows and glasses awake a few times, and pointed at the knife-striped face on the ground: "Take him and get out!"
At this moment, Yan Jing saw that the person who knocked him out was a sloppy boy who looked like a schoolboy, and he immediately went berserk: "Little B, you dare to attack me secretly, I'm sorry for not destroying you today, I..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the slovenly student running over and raising his leg. Before he could figure out why, the man with glasses sat on the hood of a car 2 meters behind him with a "thud" sound.
As soon as I opened my mouth and said a cursive word, I vomited out a large amount of fishy and sour gastric juice with blood streaks. Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and intestines, and my chest and abdomen were churning like a boiling pot.
While he was still covered, his neck was tightened, and iron-like hands pinched his throat and pulled him up. He was slapped so hard that his face was swollen and his teeth flew out. Only one leg of the glasses he used to show off was still hanging.
on the ear, and then he was thrown to the ground, where he knelt down, thrust his buttocks, and waited.
The man with thick eyebrows quickly went over to help him up, and when he looked at the man with glasses, his mouth was gaping, his teeth were missing, his face was swollen, and his ears were bleeding. He looked like a pig with three heads.
This guy must be really confused. He shook his head when he got up. He was used to walking sideways when he saw the sky. He couldn't turn around when this sudden stimulation came to him. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what the problem was. He used to
He is a gangster, who is he afraid of? Why are there so many gangsters now, and they don't follow any rules in the world, and start doing it without saying a few words of truth? What the hell is this not a sneak attack? How despicable!
I was knocked unconscious before I even saw anyone, and I don’t know what happened next. As soon as I regained consciousness, I was slapped so hard that my eyes were filled with stars and my ears were filled with thunder. How can I be convinced...
He spat blood, tugged on his thick eyebrows and managed to stand up, looking a little ferocious? Well, let’s just think of him as ferocious, but it’s actually quite scary: “Bite the B, the duck is straight, the manuscript is stuck in the sun, and the grass is stuffy...
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Nongmei is the boss of this group of people, and he used to be one of the biggest gangsters in the city. His eyes were quite wet. Although this incident took only a few minutes, and he even fainted for a while, but
After just a few interactions, Nongmei immediately knew that the slovenly-looking student in front of him was definitely a piece of steel, and that he could strike without hesitation and with such ferocity that he could only slaughter two chickens.
He grabbed the man with glasses who was full of bad words and said harsh words: "Brother, let us go, thank you, please bear with us for what we were sorry for just now." The thick eyebrows did not say much, and became darker and darker as they were drawn.
They knew very well in their hearts that if Cheng Yaojin hadn't come out halfway, they might have done something inhuman today. There was no point in explaining anything. In the end, they just bet on a few students for the sake of being human.
Let them go.
Miao Pu said nothing, waved his hand and watched the three gangsters stumbling away like flies.
After a while, he turned around and asked Liu Wenbing: "What did that guy want to say just now? I didn't understand a word!"