Chapter 267 266. Eat together
Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he looked sideways at the wounds on his arms, waist, chest and abdomen, and couldn't help but frowned: "It's okay, no bones were injured. I tried my best to avoid them, and there were no wounds. "Too deep."
Although his words were evasive, Huaiyu still became anxious, because they didn't bring any healing items to the mountain this time, and even Ke Langqiu didn't bring a few pills.
How can Zhou Qian survive to the bottom of the mountain like this!
Her eyes were wet, and she couldn't help but shed tears again: "I won't be like this next time... You can't be daring just relying on your own abilities, and you can't deliberately ignore the healing supplies just because you don't want to eat Kraang balls..."
When she said this, she suddenly groped around as if she remembered something, and finally took out a shriveled ginseng tendon from her pocket!
I picked this up from Big Fat before leaving.
It now likes to push the toddler flowerpot on the uneven grass during the day, stumbling and running, but occasionally it will fall again, and then some ginseng will fall to the bottom of the pot.
Huaiyu saw it, so he picked it up, and now he stuffed it in his pocket and almost forgot about it!
"Brother Zhou Qian, if you soak this in water now, will it be good for the wound after drinking it?"
That's probably not the case.
Zhou Qian smiled bitterly: The two previous times he drank ginseng tea only had an effect on the biological materials used in the prosthetics.
Although he can feel that his left leg is stronger and tougher through this, it may not be effective in stopping bleeding and healing injuries.
But seeing that Huaiyu was so anxious that his nose was covered with sweat, he then ordered: "Try it, it may be useful - otherwise there will be no clean bandages now, and the dead horse will be treated like a living horse."< br>
What a word!
Huaiyu glared at him, and then happily went to turn over the basket on his back.
Is it too late to boil water now? But if the water is not boiled, can this ginseng tea stimulate the medicinal effect?
Or are there any known wild herbs near Taoist temples that can stop bleeding?
Her thoughts were so urgent and complicated that she couldn't even remember for a moment that there was still the mutated macaque lying in the hall with a head full of elm and yellow mushrooms!
Zhou Qian took the towel and rope sent by Huaiyu - the ones pulled from the sleeping bag, and carefully tied them near the wound, which barely stopped the bleeding.
But this is not a long-term solution. It just gives Huaiyu more room for trial and error, allowing her to quickly run outside and collect a lot of dead leaves and branches.
But now, Zhou Qian could not help her break the long branch.
While she was making an emergency fire and using several incense burners on the altar table as pot holders, Zhou Qian was still curious: Where did the elm and yellow mushrooms come from?
Could it be that it was contaminated by them, and then accidentally contaminated by the mutated macaque during the fight?
If this is the case, the threat level of the big mushroom should be recalculated. Because in this way, after coming into contact with the elm yellow mushroom, he had to adopt a defensive posture to completely isolate himself from other people's harm.
And for such a dangerous thing, Huaiyu even wanted to plant it on a large scale...
He frowned, feeling his increasingly tired spirit, and couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.
This worry is not only about the dangerous and inexplicable yellow mushroom, but also about my current situation and Huaiyu's mood.
If he cannot return to the foot of the mountain in time, even if these injuries are not fatal, the delay will continue...
If he hadn't thought of this dangerous factor, how could Huaiyu shed tears easily again with his steady energy that had experienced life and death?
Afraid that the expression on his face would reveal any traces, Zhou Qian simply turned his head and no longer looked at Huaiyu, who was sweating from the fire in the middle of the hall. Instead, he carefully stared at the corpse of the mutated macaque.
He was staring too intently. When Huaiyu looked sideways, he didn't notice his distracted eyes. Instead, he hesitated and said:
"Brother Zhou Qian, are you hungry?" "If you are hungry... …”
She gritted her teeth and made a difficult decision:
"If you still want to eat roasted mushrooms or mushroom soup, I will pick them for you!"
Zhou Qian suddenly heard this Hearing her shouts, she came back to her senses and tasted his. Then looking at his expression that looked at death, some thoughts that normal people would never have suddenly came to her mind.
So the whole crowd laughed:
“Pick it.”
"How can I eat alone? If we want to eat, let's eat together - go pick it."
This stinky girl!
I thought she was sensible just now, but now it seems like she is still a child at heart?
Even if he starves to death, can he still eat the yellow mushrooms that grow from the human brain, nostrils and mouth?
Huaiyu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay if you don't want to eat it."
Even though Zhou Qian was weak and scarred, this last onomatopoeic sentence full of ridicule was delivered accurately——
“Heh.”
Huai Yu: “…”
She swallowed her anger and poured the light yellow ginseng tea back and forth from cup to pot. When it was finally not so hot, she hurriedly came over with the pot:
"Quick, quick, quick ! Drink quickly!”
If they can regain some strength and energy after drinking, they will have to discuss how to go back quickly! After all, bandaging doesn't last long to stop bleeding.
However, this cup of hot ginseng tea was just handed over. The water vapor was rippling and filled with a faint aroma of ginseng. The next moment, Zhou Qian's left leg suddenly protruded a thin branch from his ankle, exploring it and crawling towards the ginseng tea.
Zhou Qian: ...
This scene is quite strange, because he himself has no feelings. But the attraction of mutated ginseng to mutated creatures (even if there is only one piece of material left) seems to have not diminished.
Seeing that he didn't stop him, he quickly and quickly reached out the second and third branches hesitantly. Zhou Qian didn't even know if they could put the branches directly into the hot tea, and he didn't know that this was the case. Is it more effective to absorb it directly, or do you need to drink it yourself?
But this doubt did not affect his quiet observation, until the thin trouser legs suddenly felt strange -
The place where the ankles and insteps were originally, now because of the rapid extension of the main material, the rest of the branches and vines The vines have scattered over large areas.
In the middle of the green vines, handfuls of light yellow spore powder are scattered.
This familiar look reminded Zhou Qian of his experience when digging a vegetable garden -
Because he was unprepared to step on the soil with his bare feet, he had to wash away the parcels in the ivy when he went back at night. The dirt, the dust, everything!
He instantly laughed angrily!
Although the mutated spores can be regarded as saving his life, he has not forgotten how he walked with heavy legs since early this morning, and how he felt that It’s usually more strenuous!
When I was resting last night, his clever prosthetic leg had its own thoughts?
Update 2, good night. I can’t finish writing Next Door, so I’ll update Next Door tomorrow.