At this moment, Rong Shu didn't care about the defense between men and women. She was shy and timid, and directly stretched out her hand towards Fu Jingting's clothes.
The suit jacket he was wearing was easy to take off, but when he took it off, Rong Shu was shocked by the sight in front of her and couldn't help but take a breath.
I saw that the back of Fu Jingting's white shirt was completely stained with blood.
But because it had been soaked in water, the originally bright red blood stains were now dizzy and turned pink.
"Oh God!" Rong Shu subconsciously covered her mouth, her pupils trembling.
How could there be so much blood?
He always thought that his back was just bruised and bruised.
But I didn't expect that it would actually cause blood!
But soon, Rong Shu remembered that Fu Jingting had just been tortured by the old lady, and the whiplash wounds should not be healed yet, so these might be cracked whiplash wounds.
Taking a deep breath, Rong Shu tried her best to calm down, then reached out again and carefully took off Fu Jingting's shirt.
This time, Rong Shu finally saw the specific condition of Fu Jingting's back.
What kind of back is that!
It can hardly be called a human back. There is not a single piece of intact skin on the entire back. It is covered with crooked, centipede-like scars. Some of the scars are good, while others have cracked and are outside the skin.
Turning over, there are still traces of bright red coming out, which is shocking and makes people tremble all over.
Rong Shu's hands holding Fu Jingting's shirt were trembling, and her eyes were red. Looking at Fu Jingting's pale face, her mouth opened, completely speechless.
A person's pain tolerance is limited. If it were her, she would have screamed out in pain if she was injured like this.
As for Fu Jingting, he didn't cry out in pain when his arm was broken. He didn't cry out in pain when his head was hit. Even the injury on his back didn't crack.
Doesn't he know the pain?
Rong Shu reached out and touched a raised scar on Fu Jingting's back, and suddenly her heart felt so clogged, astringent, sour, and had some unspeakable taste.
She sniffed, took her hands away, then quickly got up and went to the dishes and chopsticks.
She remembered that she had just seen a medical kit there.
Sure enough, Rong Shu was right, there was really a medical kit there.
Rong Shu smiled. It was true that God had no way to prevent him. He had to take shelter when it rained, so he saw a cave. When he entered the cave, he saw all kinds of necessities, including a medical kit. This was simply a blessing from God.
Rong Shu returned to Fu Jingting with the medicine box, then opened the medicine box and rummaged through the medicines inside. She found that there were not only common anti-inflammatory drugs, antipyretics, bandages, etc., but also medicines for animals.
I guess it was prepared when the ranger lived here and occasionally rescued some small animals.
Rong Shu didn't pay much attention to the medicine for animals. After finding the medicine and bandages that Fu Jingting would use soon, she gently patted Fu Jingting's face and said, "Fu Jingting, can you hear me?"
Fu Jingting frowned and quickly regained his composure.
Rong Shu sighed.
It seems that I can't hear it anymore.
Forget it, she can do it herself.
Rong Shu used scissors to cut a long bandage, then wrapped it into a strip, reached out and pinched Fu Jingting's cheek, forced him to open his mouth, and put the strip of bandage horizontally into his mouth.
In this way, when I disinfect him and apply medicine later, I don't have to worry about him subconsciously biting his tongue in pain.
After doing this, Rong Shu started to apply the medicine.
She first stopped Fu Jingting's bleeding, and then started disinfecting it when no more blood was seen coming out.
During this period, Fu Jingting's body was shaking slightly in pain, sweat was pouring from his face, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were moving under his eyelids, but he just couldn't wake up.
Finally, more than ten minutes later, Rong Shu gave him medicine, bandaged him, and began to change him into camouflage uniforms.
Just when Rong Shu carefully tucked his arms into his sleeves and was about to turn him over and button the front buttons, he suddenly saw a scar on his left chest.
The scar is about ten centimeters and is very light. If you don't look carefully, you can easily miss it.
And the scar still has traces of stitches.
There is only one type of scar that can be sutured, and that is surgical scars.
So Fu Jingting had a thoracotomy?
When did this happen? Why had she never heard of it?
During the six years of marriage with him, he had never had any surgery, and it was impossible in the past few months because the scar looked old.
Therefore, it can be inferred that Fu Jingting should have done it six years ago.
But what kind of disease does he need a thoracotomy for?
Rong Shu touched the scar on Fu Jingting's chest, her eyes full of doubts.
She suddenly discovered that she actually didn't understand Fu Jingting as well as she thought.
At least, she didn't know why he had this scar on his chest.
Let's ask him when he wakes up.
Thinking about it, Rong Shu buttoned him up, then turned him back, took the quilt on the side, unfolded it, and covered him.
"Have a good sleep, I will definitely take you out tomorrow." Rong Shu looked at Fu Jingting's pale handsome face and said with guilt in her eyes.
It’s okay not to feel guilty.
After all, it was because of her that he was injured like this.
Touching Fu Jingting's naturally dried hair, a trace of envy flashed in Rong Shu's eyes.
It's good for short hair, it dries quickly.
Unlike her, her hair is still wet and stuck to her scalp, feeling heavy, cold and uncomfortable.
Rong Shu got up, walked aside, and put on the women's camouflage suit. Then she picked up the wet clothes she had changed and went to the fire with Fu Jingting's wet clothes. She stuck the clothes up with a wooden stick and put them on the fire.
Plan to dry it by the fire.
While the fire was warming up, Rong Shu's stomach suddenly growled.
Only then did she suddenly realize that she had not eaten anything for a day.
"I'm so hungry!" Rong Shu couldn't help muttering as she touched her belly, then looked at the pile of pots and pans.
She hadn't looked through it carefully yet, wondering if there would be anything to eat.
Thinking of this, Rong Shu put down the small wooden stick in his hand, then got up and walked there.
After rummaging through it, she actually found food, a few bags of vacuum-packed biscuits, and a few bottles of mineral water.
Seeing this, Rong Shu was so excited that she almost burst into tears.
She quickly tore open a bag of biscuits, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and returned to the fire to eat.
This kind of biscuits will not expire in three years, so she doesn't have to worry about eating expired ones.
Just when Rong Shu was halfway through eating, a cough suddenly came from behind.
After Rong Shu heard this, she quickly frowned and swallowed the unpalatable biscuit and turned her head to look.
Seeing Fu Jingting stretching his body, he quickly put down the mineral water and biscuits and ran over, "Fu Jingting."
Hearing her voice, Fu Jingting opened his eyes, met her nervous and concerned eyes, and shouted in a hoarse and weak voice, "Rong Shu."
"I'm here." Rong Shu nodded.
Fu Jingting pushed himself up again.
Since he had little strength and only one arm could move, he tried to hold himself up a little, but almost fell back without holding on.
Seeing this, Rong Shu quickly helped him, "Don't move, you want to sit up, right? I'll help you."
After saying that, she helped him up hard, then turned around and sat down.
Fu Jingting was about to say thank you when he suddenly saw some small camouflage clothes and some old quilts on his body. He couldn't help but froze for a moment.