"He thanked you for saving his nephew. He asked if this was considered a cure."

"Not yet, it will take a few more days." He Ping knew that he was still in a critical stage before his body temperature dropped. "You can give him water and some light food, but don't let his wounds touch water or dirty things.

Find someone to take care of him day and night. He will have a fever now. Soak a cloth with cold water and apply it to him..." He Ping noted a bunch of precautions, and finally, "Choose the person you think is the most reliable to take care of him.

Apart from this, no one else is allowed to enter the shed, no one! If anything happens, come to me quickly."

When Lao Oya heard what He Ping said, he couldn't help but have a look of worry on his face. But he said nothing more, only that he would follow the instructions of the miracle doctors.

The three-person team came out of the shed, and their blood-stained burqas caused another commotion. Everyone cleaned the equipment, and then boiled it in boiling water to disinfect it. After the completion of the cooking pottery, it was smashed and buried. Makeshift

All the burqas and masks they made were thrown into the fire and burned. This practice was originally intended to prevent the pollution of medical waste, but unexpectedly it was understood by the locals as a witchcraft ritual. Many years later, the work of the government was

When the team returned to the area, a young team member recorded this paragraph in his social survey notes:

"...the final stage of exorcising the 'ghost' of the patient is to throw a white cloth stained with red spots and sometimes blood into the fire, and finally smash the pottery pot used for cooking. All the garbage

It will be buried. The whole ceremony has officially ended..."

Back at Li Benqing's house, someone brought food: roasted chicken, eggs, fish, bamboo tube rice, rice wine, etc. It was very rich. However, no one in the expedition team had much appetite: the three people who performed the operation were covered in pus and blood just now.

, others were worried about what would happen in the next few days. The people inside did not see the commotion outside the shed just now, but they could see it clearly. A young man kept inciting something, and the crowd outside several times

There was a commotion, but fortunately those Oyas outside were trying their best to suppress it, and order was maintained.

"Don't worry, the cave owner will definitely have a fever for a few days. With antibiotics, he won't die." He Ping said, "It's just a little strange."

"What?"

"He didn't get the inflammation for no reason." He Ping took out a paper bag from the enamel box of the medicine cabinet. Inside was a thin bamboo thorn. "I pulled this out from the wound." He whispered.

, "A little strange."

"He didn't know he was stabbed?"

"This is very possible," He Ping said. "Hippo and I have told many cases like this. Fortunately, this thing is not iron-proof, otherwise no one can save him if he gets tetanus."
Chapter completed!