Reborn in the 1980s: I made my fortune hunting wild game in Changbai Mountain

While Zhao Dashan was explaining the situation, Yue Feng's attention was drawn to the keywords "the vagrant killed a bear, got injured, and then had a fever," and he didn't catch any information about the name of the gun.

Zhao Dashan nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you in the yard! I'll tell you the rest on the way!"

Yue Feng turned around and went into the house, took some money out of his pocket, said goodbye to his wife, took out the keys to the sled motorcycle, and went out of the house.

They pushed the sled out of the barn, then loaded Zhao Dashan onto it and headed straight for the village's barefoot doctor.

Fortunately, Yue Feng had a good relationship with the village's barefoot doctor. After a simple greeting, he bought medicine for treating his injuries from the doctor's existing stock.

Anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, antiseptic solutions, intravenous glucose and saline solutions, IV drip kits, and a large number of bandages and other miscellaneous items.

Yue Feng and his master bought the medicine, then rode their snowmobile out of the village and headed straight for the mountain farm.

On the way, Zhao Dashan briefly mentioned how he found this person and how he saved him.

After listening, Yue Feng formed a preliminary judgment in his mind.

If you can help a stranger who is struggling to survive by hunting in the mountains, then help him out.

The other party at least gets a bear as a reward. As long as the other party is of good character, helping them won't be a loss.

Amidst the roar of the snowmobile engine, Yue Feng carried Zhao Dashan back to the mountain farm with the medicines they had bought.

The dogs in the yard started barking as soon as they heard the motorcycle.

Yue Feng and Zhao Dashan got out of the car and opened the gate. Then, carrying the bag containing the medicine, they went into the house one after the other.

The room was very hot, at least 30 degrees Celsius.

The moment Yue Feng entered the room, he heard a thud coming from the inner room where the master was sleeping.

Confused, Yue Feng immediately pushed open the door and saw a scene that made him both laugh and cry.

The wounded soldier, whose upper body, arms, shoulders, and back were wrapped in a lot of bandages, did not rest on the kang (a heated brick bed) or in the quilt. Instead, he fell to the ground because of his struggle.

The gauze on his shoulder was soaked with bright red blood.

Needless to say, the fall just now must have stretched the stitches on the wound.

"Don't be nervous! I'm Yue Feng, Zhao Dashan's apprentice! I brought my master back on my motorcycle and also wanted to see what happened to you!"

Yue Feng bent down and tried to help the other person up while explaining softly.

As they spoke, Yue Feng could clearly feel that the wounded man was trembling all over, his consciousness was somewhat blurred, and his body was burning hot.

After struggling to help the wounded onto the kang (a heated brick bed), Zhao Dashan also entered the inner room a beat later.

"What's going on?"

"He fell off the kang (a heated brick bed) when he heard us making noise!" Yue Feng said truthfully.

After listening, Zhao Dashan gave Zhang Wenhui a deep look.

This guy's actions are probably more than just fighting and injuring people; he's almost delirious from the fever, and his first reaction upon hearing who's coming is still to run away.

This guy might be a desperate criminal.

"Big brother, I...I heard a motorcycle...I'm...I'm nervous!" Zhang Wenhui explained, his teeth chattering.

"The stitches are taut! Lie down and let us get it treated! We'll put you on an IV drip of anti-inflammatory medicine later!"

Zhao Dashan glanced at the newly soaked gauze with mixed feelings, and then said.

"it is good!"

"Yue Feng, come and lend a hand!"

"OK!"

The father and son, one the main force and the other the assistant, unwrapped the gauze from the wounded soldier and then re-examined the bleeding areas.

There were at least four stitches on my shoulder, and bright red blood was seeping out of the wound. The surrounding wounds were swollen and looked like they were seriously injured!

Yuefeng handed the scissors to the old man, who cleaned the area where the stitches had been pulled and then re-stitched it with new thread.

Throughout the process, Zhang Wenhui remained fully conscious, clenching her teeth tightly, but uttering not a sound.

From this perspective, Yue Feng's first impression of this person was quite good.

To endure such severe injuries without anesthesia and to be able to withstand the pain while getting stitches—that's a real man.

The father and son worked together to stitch up the new wound, then removed the other bandages one by one to disinfect, apply medicine, and check them before finally re-bandaging it.

During this examination and medication process, Yue Feng gained a clear understanding of the serious injury the old man had mentioned.

The injury, sustained from this angle and location, was definitely caused by a bear pouncing on him from behind, biting and scratching him.

The injuries are in the arm, shoulder, or back; given the bear's attack pattern, it's definitely not a mistake.

After changing the dressing, the old man put Zhang Wenhui on an IV drip. Because he wasn't very professional at needle insertion, it took him several tries to get the needle in correctly, but Zhang Wenhui remained extremely calm.

After finishing all this, Zhang Wenhui's already matted hair was completely soaked with sweat, emitting a strange stench of scalp oil mixed with blood.

"My master told me your name is Zhang Wenhui? Your hair is so long it's practically matted, your injuries are quite severe, and your hair is so dirty it's prone to infection!"
"If you don't mind, why don't you shave your head?" Yue Feng suggested, frowning as he sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Alright! May I ask your name, brother?"

"My name is Yue Feng, you can just call me Xiao Yue or Xiao Feng!"

"I won't say thank you. You and Brother Zhao are both good people! If I can get through this ordeal, I'll owe you my life!" Zhang Wenhui said through gritted teeth.

"Haha, let's not talk about life or death, don't feel guilty! Take good care of yourself! Shave your head, shall I?"

"Ok!"

After a brief conversation, Yue Feng took a towel from the outer room, wrapped it around his neck, and then took out a manual hair clipper and shaved his hair clean, bit by bit.

Yesterday afternoon, when Zhao Dashan treated his injury, he was a little too rough. He only cut the hair around the injured area on the back of his head, but didn't cut the long hair in the front.

This thing is a breeding ground for germs, so we can't keep it.

After a flurry of activity, her half-long hair was quickly cut into a short bob that snug against her scalp.

After cutting her hair, Yue Feng used a towel dampened with warm water to give Zhang Wenhui a quick wipe before putting down the clippers. To be honest, when she had long hair, Zhang Wenhui looked quite unkempt and unsightly.

After cutting his hair short, this guy actually gave off a handsome and refined look. You could vaguely see wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he was fair-skinned and clean-cut, unlike the rough men who made a living in the mountains.

Yue Feng wanted to take the opportunity to ask for more information, but after the other person was hooked up to an IV drip, he fell asleep without realizing it, lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) and snoring softly.

Seeing this, Yue Feng swallowed the questions he hadn't asked.

The father and son exchanged a glance and tiptoed to the outer room.

Zhao Dashan showed Yue Feng an old gun hanging on the wall. After looking at it, Yue Feng felt a sudden sinking feeling and realized what was going on.

"Does this gun belong to Zhang Wenhui?"

Zhao Dashan nodded: "That's right! The round-nosed bullet you retrieved was fired from this gun!"
I asked him, and he said that the gun was stolen from a dugout dozens of kilometers away, and he also stole six bullets!

The last three bullets were used up yesterday when we were shooting the bear!

"Three shots and he didn't kill the bear hiding in the cellar? His marksmanship isn't that bad either?" Yue Feng said with a sneer after hearing this.

"I've inspected the chamber of this gun; the rifling in the barrel is almost worn away! It's normal that it's not accurate! It's good that it hasn't jammed!"

I checked that bear too! Two shots to the shoulder, one shot to the chest, and a white V-shaped mark!
If I had arrived any later, the bear definitely wouldn't have survived! It would most likely have suffocated under the bear! Both man and bear would have perished!

Hearing this, Yue Feng clicked his tongue and asked, "So, Master, what are your plans now? Should we let him rest and recuperate on the mountain, eating and drinking well? We'll talk about it again once he's fully recovered?"

If it weren't for the incident a few days ago where the air was released, Yue Feng definitely wouldn't have made any negative comments about his master treating the wounded.

After all, people spend most of their time in the mountains, and no one can guarantee they won't have bad luck sometimes. As long as there's no conflict of interest, helping each other is a tradition among mountain runners.

However, the person sitting on the kang (heated brick bed) now seems to have a criminal record, and there's a high probability that he deflated Yue Feng's motorcycle tires before, which makes one have to question his character.

The story of the farmer and the snake is one we learned from childhood. The intention to save someone is good, but if you save a poisonous snake and get bitten, it's a losing proposition.

Faced with his apprentice's casual question, Zhao Dashan didn't rush to answer. He looked up at Yue Feng and said, "What do you think? I'd like to hear your opinion! We definitely have to save him, but I can't decide what to do afterward!"

The father and son fell into a rare, brief silence.

Three seconds later, Yue Feng said, "When he wakes up, I'll ask him myself. If he dares to admit that he leaked the air from the tire, we'll let him stay and recover!"
If he stubbornly refuses to admit it, then wait until his injuries stabilize and he can get out of bed and take care of himself, then give him the money and let him go!

"We have too many valuable things here at our farm; we can't take any risks!"

After listening to his apprentice's words, Zhao Dashan nodded: "Okay, we'll do it your way! For the next few nights, I'll bring the Azure Dragon into the house so that even if something happens, we'll have extra insurance!"

"it is good!"

……

After reaching a consensus, Yue Feng and Zhao Dashan drank some tea by the stove. They figured the IV drip was finished, so they put on another one. Zhang Wenhui, who had a fever, was still fast asleep.

Around 11 a.m., after two IV drips, Zhang Wenhui's high fever subsided, and he woke up from his drowsy state.

"Awake?" Yue Feng asked, sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Hmm! The fever seems to have gone down, and I'm a little hungry!"

Zhang Wenhui's stomach was rumbling; she hadn't eaten anything that morning, and now that her fever had subsided, she was hungry.

Yue Feng said calmly, "My master is making meat porridge outside! It will be ready soon!"
Before we eat, I have a few questions for you. I hope you will answer them honestly, as they concern my master and me regarding our future attitude and arrangements towards you!

"You ask!"

"My master told me that you injured someone inside the pass, which is why you fled here. You were then suddenly checked by Uncle Hat, and that's how you escaped without having your identity verified!"
Where are you from? Are there still people from your hometown?

"My hometown is Dongshan Province, Changwei! My father died early, my older sister is married, and I still have an elderly mother in her seventies!"

"Judging by your age, you must be close to fifty, right? Still unmarried?"

"I got married a few years ago, but she got sick and died! She didn't leave any children, so I've been living alone ever since!"

"One last question! A few days ago, someone let the air out of the front tire of one of our hunting team's sidecar motorcycles parked on the side of the road. Did you do that?"

The first two seemingly casual questions were unimportant; the last question was the key.

When Yue Feng asked this question, he stared directly into the other person's eyes without any attempt to hide his gaze.

Yue Feng was confident that as long as Zhang Wenhui felt guilty, he would be able to see through her subtle expressions.

As a result, Zhang Wenhui did not deny or lie, but instead slightly curled the right corner of her mouth and replied, "It was me who was angry!"
I spent most of the day wandering around the woods with my gun on my back without any luck. I encountered a few roe deer, but they were scared away by the sound of me accidentally breaking a branch, so I was a bit annoyed!
Not long after, I heard gunshots coming from the woods, the bursts of automatic rifles, and I started to get a little emotional!
At the time, I had only three bullets left in the old pistol I had stolen. Every bullet I fired was one less, and there was nowhere to replenish them.

To put it more seriously, there is even a risk of starving to death!
Hearing the sound of bullets being wasted in quick succession, I felt a bit resentful, so I went and deflated the front tires of your car!

"It was my fault for being careless, but I was just playing a prank to vent my anger; I didn't mean any harm. I saw there was a spare tire in the car!"

Upon hearing this answer, Yue Feng recalled more details of that day when he went hunting in the mountains.

Zhang Wenhui's answer was acceptable; at least Yue Feng could accept it.

Yue Feng nodded: "Okay, I accept your answer! It's not a big deal to vent your anger."

The mechanic told me you were carrying a leg spike. If you really had that much malicious intent, it would have been easier to puncture the tires!

Zhang Wenhui looked into Yue Feng's eyes: "Is it inconvenient for me to recuperate here? If so, please don't make things difficult for Brother Zhao!"

I'll leave once my condition stabilizes a bit! But you have to prepare some food and supplies for me, just enough to keep me alive!
There's a dugout on the sunny slope over at Jiguanzi Gully, and next to it, the two wild boars I hunted before, one big and one small, are buried in a snowdrift!

Hearing this, Yue Feng became even more certain about leaving him to recover from his injuries.

Based on Yue Feng's experience of living two lives, he felt that although Zhang Wenhui was not a particularly good person, she was not an extremely dangerous villain either.

At this critical juncture, they still know to distance themselves from Zhao Dashan so as not to drag him down.

This kind of person is worth getting to know.

"If you deny it, I will definitely go back and check the footprints from that day. If there are any traces left by your shoes, the farm on the mountain will definitely not let you continue to live there!"

I will contact Uncle Hat down the mountain and have them handle your situation!
But you didn't lie; instead, you openly admitted it, which proves that my master didn't misjudge you!

Meeting you is fate; you were just unlucky and took a detour, but you're not a truly wicked person.

Let him rest and recover steadily on the mountain. We'll talk about leaving when he's fully recovered!
If you're willing to settle down here, I can help you find someone to help you settle down and stay!
With a legal identity, I won't have to live in constant fear! (End of Chapter)