The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

Doctor Chen quickly stepped forward, reached out and touched Da Niu's forehead, and frowned as soon as his fingertips touched it.

They flipped Da Niu over and pulled off his coat, revealing the wound. It wasn't clear before, but now, with the flashlight shining on it, it was a horrifying sight: the flesh was rolled up, the edges were ulcerated and black, the flesh was stuck with dirty cloth, and some places were even festering and eroded.

"The wound was difficult to heal, and I had a low-grade fever before. Just now, I experienced great joy and sorrow. When I relaxed, my temper flared up, and I fainted from a high fever."

Niu Cuihua stood by, her heart aching, not knowing where to put her hands. Looking at the festering wounds on her son's back and the protruding vertebrae, she couldn't stop her tears.

"Don't touch him yet. I'll go up the mountain to find some herbs and boil some warm water to wipe his body." As he spoke, Doctor Chen turned to Zhao Hu, "Hu Zi, can I borrow your glowing tube? I need to hurry and find some herbs..."

Looking at the wound on his son's back, Fang Tiesheng felt extremely remorseful. Why did he have to be so impulsive!

However, the wound was slow to heal, and the patient developed a fever...

He thought of Xiaodouzi, Granny Li, and Gousheng's injuries, and his heart trembled.

He hurriedly grabbed the bag and pulled Dr. Chen aside: "Dr. Chen, I have some medicine here. Take a look, it's even better than our usual medicine."

Zhao Hu also remembered the big bag that Nannan brought back. The village chief's cut usually took ten days to half a month to heal, but with the medicine that Nannan brought back, both internal and external, it scabbed over in just two days!

Since it's also an injury caused by a metal object, it should be useful!

A strange white bag with flowers and words printed on it was stuffed into Dr. Chen's arms. It was also somewhat transparent.

Inside were boxes and bottles covered with writing, and a large bag of cotton swabs. Each box and bottle had a small note with simple words written on it, some of which he recognized, but most of which he couldn't recognize at the moment.

"What...what is this?"

Fang Tiesheng then remembered that Doctor Chen couldn't read, and hurriedly said, "Doctor Chen, what medicine do you need? I'll find it for you. Just tell me what the effects are."

Doctor Chen frowned: "If the arrow wound is left untreated for too long, the blood and pus will accumulate, and the dead flesh will not be removed, making it difficult for new flesh to grow. The wound must be thoroughly cleaned to remove the pus and blood, and the necrotic flesh should be removed. Then, a tissue-regenerating plaster should be applied and the wound bandaged with silk cloth."

"Wound cleaning cream, anti-infection and detoxifying cream... wound healing and tissue regeneration cream..." Fang Tiesheng squinted and flipped through the items one by one, pulling out a bottle of saline solution and a bottle of iodine. Although Dr. Chen hadn't mentioned the word "infection," he still took it out. The name was quite peculiar: mupirocin ointment.

Then he took a bottle of Kangfuxin liquid and growth factors and put them aside.

"Old Fang, Tiger, what are these things you've come up with? Are you sure these strangely shaped things can be useful? Da Niu's injury has been delayed for too long and can't be aggravated. It's only because his physique is stronger than the average person that he can withstand this kind of ordeal. For an ordinary person, I'm afraid..."

Fang Tiesheng paused, "It's certain, it can be used. As long as it's used correctly, it will definitely be better than us searching for herbs."

Seeing his determination, Doctor Chen said no more. He took out a small, black knife from his pocket, the blade of which was somewhat dull. He got up and went to the kitchen to get some roasted food.

The knife must first be heated with fire and wiped with strong liquor to remove its filth, so as not to introduce new evil poison.

Zhao Hu pulled Dr. Chen back.

Dr. Chen tried to get up twice, but couldn't stand up from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). He looked at the group of people with a helpless expression and asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Zhao Hu took out a small, sharp knife. The blade was shiny black and made entirely of black iron, with a cold gleam in its edge.

Use this.

"Use this to wipe the knife after roasting it over a fire." Fang Tiesheng also handed him a small bottle of alcohol.

Dr. Chen gripped the scalpel, his eyes widening in shock. What a fine scalpel! It was the very tool every doctor could dream of!

With the right tools and medicine ready, Doctor Chen asked everyone to spread out before he began cleaning the rotten flesh from Da Niu.

He first followed Fang Tiesheng's instructions and repeatedly rinsed the wound with what was called salt water to wash away the pus, blood, and sticky dirt. Then he carefully wiped the wound with the medicine from the brown bottle to remove the poison.

Once Da Niu's wounds were covered with a layer of ginger-yellow, and he was sure everything was alright, he took the sharp, alcohol-smelling knife and carefully scraped away the rotten, blackened flesh, each stroke light and precise.

Only when the wound gradually revealed pale red new flesh did he apply another layer of turmeric liquid, then apply the ointment whose name he couldn't even remember, and finally wrap it with clean white gauze, carefully bandaging it properly.

Dr. Chen wanted to give Da Niu some fever-reducing pills, but Da Niu was either unconscious or asleep, and was so deep that he couldn't be woken up no matter what he did. Dr. Chen was afraid that if he tried to force the pills down his throat, he would choke on them, so he had to give up.

He still had some gauze left.

This fine and soft fabric, with its many tiny, breathable pores, is simply the finest material for wrapping.

Dr. Chen had many questions in his mind, but he didn't ask any more; he would find out eventually.

After all that trouble, it was already past midnight.

Everyone in the room had stayed up most of the night, their eyelids drooping, and their heads bobbing with sleepiness.

Dr. Chen packed up his instruments, rubbed his throbbing temples, and prepared to take his leave.

I wonder how his house is doing. He hasn't been back for so long, it must be covered in dust. Xinghua got up too; she hadn't gone to see her parents yet.

Niu Cuihua stopped the two of them, saying, "It's already late at night, don't bother yourselves. You two should rest here and get some sleep. We'll take you to Granny Liu's courtyard when it's light."

"Grandma Liu's courtyard? What are we going there for?" Xinghua rubbed her eyes.

"Go to sleep, rest up, and we'll talk about it when we get there." Niu Cuihua and Fang Tiesheng carefully moved the big ox further inside.

Fortunately, the kang (heated brick bed) is big, so we can squeeze in and sleep.

Xinghua squeezed next to Grandma Fang, while Fang Tiesheng, Dr. Chen, and Da Niu squeezed together. Since there were no extra blankets, they grabbed the flowered jacket and covered themselves with it, making do with whatever they could find to sleep.

The fire in the stove gradually died down, and soon the house was filled with soft snores.

Zhao Hu couldn't sleep, so he put on his clothes and walked into the village. Along the way, the solar lights in front of everyone's houses emitted a faint glow, scattered here and there.

Half of the houses in Lotus Village will never see their owners again, and their lights will never be turned on again.

The villagers had already assumed the worst about those who had left.

They were nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead.

As time goes by, even the hope fades away.

But now three of them have returned.

But of all three, only three returned.

Fortunately, three of them managed to come back.