i have a super island

Chapter 605 Saving him has nothing to do with him

After Blake mentioned this, Fang Fang remembered the matter of Xiao Liang.

It is true that half a month has passed since this trip, but there is still no news from Xiaoliang.

What Blake was worried about was that Xiao Liang returned to the tribe and chose to betray everyone, but Fang Fang didn't think so, and he still trusted Xiao Liang very much.

"It's unlikely, Xiao Liang won't betray us."

"Is something wrong?"

"Blake, I need you to find out what's going on."

Fang Fang looked at Blake with burning eyes. The current situation is not clear. The efficiency of Xiao Liang's betrayal of everyone is very small. It is very likely that something happened after returning to the territory.

So now Blake needs to go to check, and then he can know what happened in the territory.

In fact, the island where Xiaoliang’s original territory is located is not too far from the current island of Equation and theirs. Standing on the top of the highest mountain in the middle of the island, you can see the outline of the island on the sea level. If you sail across the sea, it will take about half a day. Arrived, that's how the people from the Black Tooth Tribe came to this island.

For the order of the equation, Blake nodded in agreement.

He decided to go to the original territory to check the situation in person. If it was Xiao Liang who had betrayed, then he would personally deal with him. If it was otherwise, he would come back and report to Fang Fang.

"Remember, if the situation on the island changes, don't land, and turn around immediately."

"Yes, I remember."

Fang Fang waved at Blake and said, "Go down, get ready."

Blake bowed to Equation, then retreated, and began to prepare for returning to the original territory.

Back at the camp, a few natives surrounded Song Zhixi in front of the house.

Fang Fang's expression tightened, thinking that something happened, he quickly walked forward.

When I walked in, I found that a native had passed out, and those people knew that Song Zhixi could cure diseases and save lives, so they carried the unconscious man over.

"What's going on?" Fang Fang asked from the side.

"You're here." Song Zhixi turned his head and saw Fang Fang approaching, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease in his heart.

When the natives saw the equation appear, they all obediently retreated to both sides, making way for the equation.

Fang Fang squatted beside Song Zhixi, seeing that she was examining the unconscious native, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

Song Zhixi said: "The body temperature is very high, and he is currently in a coma with a high fever."

"How did you make it like this?"

"He had an injury on the sole of his foot, and now the wound has been infected, which led to a high fever and coma."

After hearing what Song Zhixi said, Fang Fang took a look at the sole of the native's foot, and sure enough there was a deep gash on the sole of the foot.

The wound was suppurative and infected, and thick pus and blood were seeping out from it.

"What should I do, is there a cure?"

"The situation is not very optimistic now. The sole of his foot is rotten. If he came earlier, the situation would be much easier."

"What's the worst?"

"Amputation."

Fang rested his chin.

It would be too miserable if it was amputated.

It's not that Song Zhixi didn't cure him, it's because of the medical conditions on the island, no matter how good a doctor is without medicine, it's useless.

It's not like some little genius doctor just randomly injects two injections, infuses one's true energy, and boils some leaves to drink to cure the disease and save the patient. That kind of situation can only happen in novels.

The real situation is that before the emergence of drugs such as tetanus and penicillin, wound infection has always been the biggest cause of death threatening human life.

"I tried my best to treat his wound first. If it really doesn't work, I can only amputate it." Song Zhixi said.

Fang Fang nodded and said, "Let's save it first, and if it doesn't work, then follow your advice."

Under Song Zhixi's order, two natives stood up nearby to help carry the injured native to the steps in front of the house, where Song Zhixi was going to debride and suture his wound.

Fang Fang called one of the natives who spoke HX fluently and asked about the wounded.

"How did he do this?"

"While we were working together, he stepped on a sharp rock and cut the sole of his foot."

Fang Fang frowned and asked, "Did he never say that he was injured?"

The native replied: "Such injuries are very common in our daily life. Everyone is often scratched by stones, but I didn't expect him to be so seriously injured this time."

"..."

The equation was a little speechless, and when I lowered my head and saw that these natives were all barefoot, I suddenly thought of something.

No wonder the aborigine in front of him would say that foot injuries are common to them. None of them have the habit of wearing shoes, and it is indeed common to scratch the soles of their feet.

Infection does not mean that there will be an infection if there is a wound, because the human body also has an immune system, which will resist the bacteria from the outside, but once the infection will become quite serious.

So usually these natives don't pay much attention after being injured. Most of the cases just come over like this, and only a few cases will cause infection.

Unfortunately, the one who was brought here today was seriously infected.

"Is he going to die?"

The native tremblingly asked Equation.

Seeing that the equation did not speak, the native added, "No one in our tribe can survive a situation like his."

Fang Fang shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, maybe he can live."

On Song Zhixi's side, the native has already cleaned up the wound, and is suturing him with strands of hair.

Fortunately, only a pair of skillful hands like Song Zhixi can handle the current situation. This native is lucky, because he met Song Zhixi, at least his life can be saved.

After suturing the wound, Song Zhixi wrapped the soles of his feet with sackcloth to protect his wound from external influences.

These linen cloths were made by Asai Ichiko overtime. They were originally intended to be used to make clothes, but now they are being used as gauze on the spot.

"Now, have you saved your feet?"

Seeing that Song Zhixi had finished handling all these, Fang Fang asked with concern.

Song Zhixi shook his head slightly, and said: "It's hard to say, whether we can keep it depends on tomorrow's situation. If the wound continues to deteriorate, then the limb must be amputated. If it is under control, there is no need for amputation."

Fang Fang called the aborigine who communicated with him just now, told him the worst result, and asked him to tell the comatose aborigine on his behalf, saying that if the wound is not in good condition, the sole of the foot will be amputated, and I hope he will be mentally prepared , although this will be a bit miserable, but at least it can save his life.

The aborigine who had undergone the operation was carried down by others, leaving only Fang Fang and Song Zhixi in front of the house.

Fang Fang thanked Song Zhixi, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Zhixi looked at Fang Fang affectionately, and said: "Actually, their life and death have nothing to do with me. I did all this for you."

(End of this chapter)