Naturally, no one will answer her.

Her long eyelashes fell down, blocking her eyes, then raised her hand to catch the disturbing animals.

*

here, time becomes the most meaningless thing.

When it was getting dark that day, the fishermen who went out fishing finally came back. The local residents who were sunburnt like Africans asked their naked children to bring two fish to her.

For these two half dead and disabled foreigners, these simple residents showed the kindness never possible in the outside world. They built beds and houses for her, and even sent quilts and pots, which were very precious things for them.

Tang Qing slowly came back with two fish, squatted at the door of the house to deal with the fish, then returned to the room.

She's going to make fish soup later.

Thinking of this, she took a look at Xiao Fengting lying unconscious on the bed and couldn't help muttering: "cheap you."

No mashed potatoes for tonight.

The fish is freshly caught, and the soup is very sweet. Even if there is no monosodium glutamate and refined salt, the soup has a slight salty taste.

Tang Qing sat alone in the kitchen and ate a bowl of fish soup and a piece of fish meat. Feeling that his feet were strong, he stood up against the wall and returned to the room with the remaining fish.

There are few sea fish bones, so it's very convenient to pick the fish's bones. After a fish picks the bone, only a small half bowl of meat is left. Tang Qing cherishes shaving the fish until it is clean, leaving only a pair of fish skeletons. Then he sits by the bed with a spoon and carefully feeds it to him.

As usual, it took more than an hour to feed the food.

After all this, she took out a package from under the bed, took out the ground herbs and put them aside.

She carefully opened the quilt to reveal the man's scarred body.

In the morning, the herbal medicine had turned black. She carefully lifted it off and wiped the powder on his body with clear water. By the dim moonlight, she looked down at the wound on his body.

I don't know if her eyes are not very good. She always feels that Xiao Fengting's injuries are much better than when she saw them a month ago.

She raised her head and looked at his face. Then she put out her hand and poked at the small hole in his chest that seemed to have a tendency of scab. She still remembered that the wound had been highly rotten and had been left with pus and blood, but she did not expect that it was going to heal now.

"A thousand years of disaster." She couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and then picked up the powder next to him, evenly wiped all the wounds on his body.

In fact, she did not know whether the herbs were useful or not.

It is very likely that Xiao Fengting's vigorous vitality and recovery ability, which are different from ordinary people, have gradually improved.

Carefully cover the quilt back, Tang Qing looked up at his face, slightly pursed her lips, she reached out to untie the cloth on his forehead.

The piece of hair in the back of his head had been shaved off by her, and she could see through the moonlight his deep visible bone wound.

Her hand was shaking a little as she cleared the wound.

She probably knew how he was injured. When the explosion happened, everything would happen. It was not a strange thing that the fragments were inserted into the back of his brain.