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Someone in the gathering place brought news that Xiu Qi had returned with several unfamiliar Nanqi people, but they all seemed to be injured.
Coming out of the house, the simple buildings of the gathering place came into view, and Jiang Wen looked around in a bit of surprise. He noticed that it was a bit quiet today. Usually, this place was where the little ones would run wild. Without the adults urging them, those energetic little things could make a fuss for a whole day.
But now, there was no sign of any Nanqi people, and even those who worked hard were gone. It was so quiet that it was a bit strange, he muttered in his heart.
He quickened his pace, and when he reached the center of the gathering place, he saw a group of Nanqi people gathered around watching something.
"Please let me through." Jiang Wen walked over and, relying on his status, walked through the crowd of Nanqi people. The scene he saw afterward surprised him.
In that room with walls on all sides, several blood-stained strangers were lying in the pile of grass. Their bodies were pierced by various spears, and the intestines and bones of their thighs and abdomens were clearly visible. Bright red blood flowed all over their bodies, and their rising and falling chests seemed to be making a final struggle.
These people were all seriously injured, and it didn't seem to be the work of any monster.
One of them was still clutching a roll of animal skin tightly, his eyes tightly closed. His face was gray, and it looked like his life would not last long.
Several Nanqi people knelt beside them, at a loss, their hands covered in blood, as if trying to stop the loss of blood.
When Xiu Qi saw Jiang Wen arrive, he was first happy, and then he stepped forward to tell him what had happened. It turned out that Xiu Qi had encountered this group of people when he went to the south to investigate the situation, but they had been attacked by a group of strange people and were all seriously injured.
Now he didn't know if they could survive, and Xiu Qi looked at Jiang Wen expectantly. He knew his master's skills, and maybe he could save these people.
"Get out of the way, let me see." Jiang Wen said, pushing away the Nanqi people in front of him.
The surrounding people saw that it was him and gave way one after another. Although in their opinion, the probability of surviving such a serious injury was almost zero, Jiang Wen had saved the leader's child, and these things had long been sung in the gathering place.
The children's eyes were tearful, and the others' eyes were also red. In this era, it was extremely difficult for people to grow up, not to mention that the people on the ground were all of their own race.
Jiang Wen observed the injuries of several people and found that, except for the most serious wound in the chest, the others did not hurt important places. The fact that these people could survive for so long could be said to be supported by their strong bodies. If he could take out these broken spears and then stop the bleeding, these people still had a chance to survive.
He took out the animal skin that he usually cut out. He tore it into strips of cloth with force, and tied the wounds of these people with vines. The surrounding people looked at his behavior and felt a little incomprehensible.
Some wanted to pull him up, but were stopped by the leader. These people thought that they would die from such serious injuries and had no idea of treatment. This was also related to the failure of civilization to progress. He sighed at the spear in his chest.
He lit the wood pile, and Jiang Wen heated the top of the flying sword. Although he didn't know if there were any bacteria or viruses in this world, he still had to carry out simple disinfection to prevent accidents. He scalded the animal skin several times with the hot iron stone, and then washed the wound with clean water. Jiang Wen took a breath, and the hand holding the spear calmed down.
He pulled it out with force, accompanied by a muffled groan, and the surrounding people screamed. Ignoring their surprise, Jiang Wen tightly bandaged the wound with the disinfected animal skin, and fed them the pills he made. Whether they could survive next could only depend on fate.
Jiang Wen sighed. That was all he could do. Although he knew some alchemy, he had not been involved in those healing elixirs. Otherwise, he could refine a few pills, and no matter what the injury was, it could be restored.
He beckoned people to carry the people into the wind-sheltered house, and Jiang Wen had no intention of eating.
He talked with the leader and learned a lot of things. The leader said that she had contacted the escaped king and handed over a simple map.
Jiang Wen looked at the map, and a warm feeling came to his face. He looked up and saw a little bird intimately clinging to him.
It stood on Jiang Wen's shoulder, watching quietly. It pecked at his face, as if talking to him. Jiang Wen smiled and touched its head, and found that it had grown a lot.
"Xiao Bai, you have grown up too."
"Chirp chirp."
Xiao Bai was the little bird that Xue had given him before. Jiang Wen never knew what kind it was. But it was very humane and could understand what Jiang Wen said. Now that it had grown up, it had some red feathers on its body, which added a bit of beauty.
A few days passed quickly. Because the surroundings became a bit dangerous, the people in the gathering place could only catch some small animals nearby. The few strangers had not woken up yet, but their injuries had improved, which was good news.
Jiang Wen passed on the medical skills to the people in the gathering place so that they could deal with some diseases and wounds on weekdays. Although Jiang Wenji had warned him not to spread the medical skills casually, this was already Nanqi, and the Emperor of Taicang could not control him.
During the time when he did not go deep into the forest to hunt, the gathering place was not short of food. The abundant and full food allowed the children to grow up quickly, and those originally thin refugees also became strong.
While taking care of the wounded, Jiang Wen would collect all kinds of plants around. Sometimes he would taste them himself, or try them himself. He really found some unique plants.
"Clotting grass, the stem has red threads, the leaves are rhombus-shaped, and it tastes bitter. It can be rubbed into juice for external injuries, and has the effects of clearing heat, detoxifying, and stopping bleeding."
Jiang Wen sat on a rock, with a pile of black rhizome plants beside him, the length of a palm, with the branches and leaves cut off. Under him was a thin animal fur, and he was drawing on it with a black rhizome plant, writing an introduction in Chinese next to it. He took the clotting grass in his hand and looked back and forth, and after comparing it with the drawing on the animal skin, he felt that there was no problem and put it aside.
He had already written a lot in his herbal book. These days, he had discovered something like ink, which could not be washed off as long as it was smeared on the animal skin, which made him extremely happy.
It's just that there is not enough animal skin, and it is impossible to write it all at once. He can only write it slowly in the days to come. Maybe one day, what he writes will become a handed down object.
He packed the animal skins full of writing and wrapped them in large pieces of leaves. Important things need to be properly kept, otherwise he would have no place to cry if those naughty children fished them away.
After recording these things, Jiang Wen looked at the gathering place in the distance. The departure of winter was not far away, and he had been in Nanqi for a long time.
