Chapter 1182 The City on which the Sun Never Sets
God said take a bowl and there will be water.
The boy looked at the water flowing from Fu Anan's fingers, as if he was dreaming.
He first dipped his fingers in some water and stuffed it into his mouth in a daze. Feeling the refreshing taste, he was very excited. He opened his mouth as far as possible, eager to bite Fu Anan's finger.
Then he was sent flying with a slam.
In a world where people can eat people, human ethics and moral conscience have long since collapsed. The NPCs in these games are pitiful and scary.
Wanting to lead these people to counterattack is not only to make them grateful, but also to make them afraid. Even if the other person is just a child, he can't be merciful and let these people see a little bit of kindness.
Awe is probably the feeling that the subject has because the object is strong and cold, but has to be attached.
"Li Li!"
As the child's mother, the woman hugged the child, then took up a weapon and charged like an enraged she-wolf.
Then, she was suddenly controlled by a mysterious force, unable to move forward, her head was slowly lifted by the invisible force—
She saw water!
The girl's face was expressionless, like the fairy tales told by adults when she was a child, the fairy who never lacked water.
The woman was stunned.
"Would you like water?"
Fu An'an didn't know what the woman was thinking, so she just asked blankly.
The woman nodded awkwardly, "Are you a fairy?"
This woman stopped moving after running, it must be Lu Shen's handwriting. I didn't expect his ability to play tricks, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain.
"It's none of my business."
Lu Shen heard the words and made himself clear.
Before he could say a few more words, the woman in front of him suddenly fainted.
If there is no time to chat, save someone immediately.
Men and women are not doing well. The woman hadn't eaten for a long time, and she was bleeding profusely. Her body temperature dropped and her whole body was convulsing. The man's wound is infected. Even if the woman takes good care of him, without water, medicine, or even fire, the man's wound will only continue to be infected, pus, and fester.
Yellow-white pus flowed from the wound where his ear had been cut, and a rotten stench wafted from his thigh.
Fu Anan stopped the bleeding for the woman first, and fed her some water and food. Then he used a knife to dig out all the rotten parts of the man, squeeze out the pus, and put ointment on the wound to wrap it up. Fu An'an really became more and more comfortable with this rough handling mode.
"Will my uncle and mother survive?"
The child watched them bandage, holding his mother's hand and asking.
His uncle and mother are dying, and the two people in front of him are the only ones who can save them. Even a child knows everything, even if he was hit just now, the longing and begging in his heart have overwhelmed the fear and defense.
"This... depends on the recovery of your mother and uncle."
Fu Anan shook his head.
If she, a barefoot doctor, can be 100% rejuvenated, then wouldn't the precision instruments and doctors with undergraduate, master, and doctoral degrees in large hospitals in the past be offended.
The two were talking, and there was some movement outside the tent. It seems that someone is lifting the curtain, trying to spy on the situation inside.
The child's originally begging expression became tense, and he watched the door pick up the weapon his mother dropped on the ground.
(end of this chapter)