Chapter 2415

There is a man on the bed.

Listen to the people on the island. This guy was caught in the sea with her.

She also guessed this, but she thought it should be close to ten.

Because when she woke up, her wrist was being pulled by him, and it took her almost no effort to pull her wrist out of his palm.

He wasn't awake when she woke up.

She didn't know if he would wake up.

She sat at the edge of the bed for a while and wiped the cold sweat on her cheek. Then she reached out to take the potato paste on one side, pryed open his cracked lips with a wooden spoon, and fed it to him bit by bit.

Comatose people can't chew and can only rely on gravity to slowly flow food into the esophagus, so it takes her almost an hour or two to finish a meal.

After making sure that the bowl of mashed potatoes was eaten by the other party, Tang Qing sighed slightly, wiped the food from his lips with his hands, and then slowly moved back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After all this, she slowly returned from the kitchen to the room.

There was no chair in the room, she could only sit on the ground, bored, and looked at the unconscious man lying on the bed.

She remembers the day she woke up, he was dragging her wrist, and in the back of his head was a ten centimeter long piece of steel.

She didn't know why he was still alive, but he was still breathing. There was no condition for any operation. Finally, she had to wash her hands and pull the steel piece out of the back of his head by herself.

He didn't even shed a lot of blood.

Maybe there's no blood on your body for a long time.

When she examined him, she found countless wounds on his body. Those wounds were white with seawater, and there was no bleeding for a long time. The most serious wound was the gunshot wound in the heart and mouth, which had begun to rot seriously.

She had no choice but to turn to the aborigines on the island, who were very kind to them and foreigners. They warmly brought her local herbs and taught her to apply them to Xiao Fengting.

There are no antibiotics and no drugs. Only these native herbs are very weak for Xiao Fengting, a patient with bone marrow injury.

However, the dead horse can only be used as a living horse doctor.

Xiao Fengting has flies hovering on his body. His wound and bloody smell are very popular with these small animals that eat rotten food. Tang Qing squints and sees a fly slowly landing on Xiao Fengting's face.

He looked like a rotting corpse.

The young master of the Xiao family, who was once so famous, was almost cut off half of his head by a piece of steel. He was lying on this broken bed in rags and even a fly dared to bully him.

Holding her cheek, she thought that if Xiao Fengting had a spirit in heaven and saw that her body was being treated like this, she would have preferred to die rather than pretend to be a corpse

She shakes her mind slightly and wakes up again. What is she thinking? This guy is not dead yet. She can breathe.

She slowly got up from the ground, climbed to the bed, raised her hand to drive away those haunting flies. The sunlight fell down from the cracks of the house which seemed to fall when the wind blows. She blocked the dazzling sunlight and looked down at the thin and pale man on the bed. She looked at him for a long time and then asked softly, "why?"