The sun is setting in the west, and the afternoon sunlight is shining on the body, which makes people a little irritated, not to mention those people who are marching with difficulty.

The two of them staggered forward and arrived at the quarry. It was still the same quarry. Nothing had changed, but the people who had gone out had returned.

Duan Xu originally planned to send the injured man here and left.

The man looked confused, and no one in the room came out to greet him.

The child saw someone coming and called a man out.

"What happened to you that brought you to us?" he asked in unskilled Chinese.

Duan Xu replied: "Is this person with you? Is he injured?"

"We don't even know him."

The three of them looked at each other. The injured man was a little at a loss. He couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about, and he didn't make eye contact with the man who came out.

Duan Xu understood, made a few gestures to him, and led him out of the quarry.

Sitting on the side of the road, Duan Xu had no idea what to do. Many foreign refugees did not want to be repatriated.

He called his father's phone and explained the situation.

After waiting for Wuling Hongguang to go from home to the quarry for such a period of time, the familiar Wuling appeared in front of familiar people.

The father hopes to send him directly to the shelter to avoid unnecessary trouble.

My mother couldn't bear to do this, otherwise there would be no use in eating fast and chanting Buddha's name on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Duan Xu said directly that this person did not want to go with him because he was afraid of this. Now that he believed in himself, he could not send him to a shelter under any circumstances.

The car is parked in the yard.

Duan Xu helped the injured man back to the bedroom. The main and small doors were closed, and the family did not speak out.

His leg was injured, and Duan Xu helped him cut off the trouser leg covering the wound.

The wound was infected and somewhat serious. Duan Xu did not dare to deal with it and called his father over.

My father is a well-known carpenter in the village. He works with axes every day and encounters some skin injuries. Naturally, it is a common occurrence. Most of the time, he will simply deal with it himself and continue working. Over time, he has become half a barefoot knife wound doctor.

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The necrotic tissue was cut cleanly.

There was blood flowing from the wound. The blood was very black and turned blue.

"Look at the blood. The injury is serious. He has been infected for many days. If he can't go to the hospital tomorrow, he will go to the hospital tomorrow."

After the blood from the swollen area was squeezed out, it was still dark blue blood.

"Otherwise, let's ignore the congestion for now, apply medicine on him, make sure his complexion is good, and then observe him for a few days," Duan Xu said.

"That's okay. If you don't feel well in two days, go to the village health center."

While my father was talking, he cleaned the wound with cold water, sterilized it with purple cotton balls, sprinkled half a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, and finally wrapped it with gauze.

Duan Xu gave a thumbs up to the injured to indicate that the treatment was completed.

During the whole process, the injured person did not say a word and just cooperated with them.

Of course, from the moment we met until now, he hasn't said a word, even if it was something he didn't understand.

As the saying goes, in ancient times people used to scrape bones to heal injuries, but now there is a carpenter named Duan who treats illnesses indiscriminately.

The injured man also gave a thumbs up to the two men and said: "g

acias!”

The two fathers did not understand what he said, and the father continued to explain the precautions. Obviously, the injured did not understand either. The speaker did not know, so he continued to explain. This is the normal care of parents for their children.

After the father finished speaking, he left the room.

Duan Xu felt something was wrong, but couldn't seem to say it. He turned around and looked at the injured person.

Got it, he can talk.

He just started talking, at least, he is not mute.

Duan Xu thought he was mute a minute ago, but it turned out he was not, it was just that he couldn't speak Chinese.

No one knows what language he speaks except himself.

An idea came to Duan Xu's mind, he took out his cell phone and asked the injured person to say it again.

This turned out to be a big problem, and it took the two of them a long time to understand each other's intentions.

He said again "g

acias!", the voice was recorded.

Duan Xu opened the online translation software and looked through all the functions, but could not find one that could translate an unknown sound into Chinese.

This principle is also simple. For example, if a "wang!" is in Chinese, it is of course "wang"; if it is in English, it is "one"; if it is uttered by a dog, then stay away from it.

Software is also developed by people and works for people. The methods must not exceed the cognitive limits of people.

Ultimately, you still have to know what language he speaks.

This is a bit difficult. Who here knows what language this is? Of course the speaker knows, but how do you ask him this question? How do you express it with your hands? Do you understand his answer?

After working for a long time, it seems that I am back to the starting point.

Duan Xu rationalized his thoughts. To translate the pronunciation into Chinese characters, he first needed to know what language he was speaking. Now he couldn't get the answer from the speaker.

What language did he speak? What did he mean?

What did he mean? I asked myself again, if I knew it, would I still use the translation? Duan Xu, you are such a fool.

A flash of light flashed in my mind, "g

acias!", why would he say a word? Under what circumstances would he say this?

The scene when I spoke came to mind again. If it were me, what would I say? Yes, I would say "thank you".

It must be it, it turns out you are not stupid.

Duan Xu entered the Chinese "thank you" into the translation software, and then translated it into different languages. He carefully compared the pronunciation with the one he just recorded. If they are similar, he can determine which language he spoke.

Based on past experience, at least English, Japanese, German, and Russian can be excluded.

Let’s start with the comparison of several major languages: French, Arabic, Italian, and Spanish.

That's right, it's Spanish.

Duan Xu entered a piece of Chinese, "Are you talking about Spain?" into the translation software. The sound was played, and sure enough, the person understood it.

Now, they can chat using translation software.

Great technology, long live technology.

Duan Xu found out, his name was Tuoli and he came from America.

Well, yes, most people there speak Spanish.

It’s true that people who travel here are very special. This is an outdoor paradise. Before the era of disaster, hikers and climbers of all colors appeared in droves. Although it is not as good as in recent years

There used to be more, but not none.

At the village health center, Duan Xu’s father said to the health worker:

"Prescribe me some gauze, violet solution, and hydrogen peroxide."

"Why did you buy this medicine if you have nothing to do? It won't last long."

The hygienist was a little curious.

"When we do woodwork, we often get axes and nails. We need to prepare some of these things."

The hygienist was meticulous in doing the registration.

The father returned home with a full load and gave the medicine to Duan Xu.

The next day, two staff members from the village committee came to the door.

Father went out to greet him.

"Old Duan, I heard that your son is back. Let's come and register him."

"Already registered"

"Okay, one more thing."

As he spoke, he handed Lao Duan a leaflet about the rewards for reporting stowaways and the punishment for harboring stowaways.

After giving the leaflets, the two of them had no intention of leaving. Lao Duan took the leaflets and prepared to close the door. The other party squeezed into the yard sideways.

"My son is back. I haven't seen this kid for many years. I don't know what he looks like now. Please ask him to come out and say hello."

The two of them walked towards the yard as they talked.

Old Duan carried out two benches and called Duan Xu out. The four of them sat facing each other.

"Xiao Duan, you are getting more and more handsome as you grow older. When you left home to go to school, you were still an ignorant boy. What kind of university can you get into?"
To be continued...