There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"I already told you not to follow me!"

Hey! You, the leader, pretending to eat grass won't work! What you're biting is tree bark, show me what you can do!

"If you come any closer, I'll call the police! Oh... I am a police officer..."

I had already walked several kilometers, and these three horses were still tirelessly following behind me, heading east.

"If you come any closer, I'm having horse meat hotpot for dinner tonight!"

I carried the badly injured and immobile Wild Horse on my back, striding ahead without looking back, my demeanor resembling that of a gang leader carrying a stereo system into battle.

These horses average 120-135 cm in height and 267-370 kg in weight. Well, the upper limit is the "punk" aristocracy, and the lower limit is this weak bird I'm carrying.

In summary, these horses were probably only small to medium-sized, not very fast, not very strong, and had short legs, making them look rather rustic. However, their weight was also within my carrying limit. Fortunately, the horse fainted in time, allowing me to use the colonist system's transport function to carry it away regardless of its weight.

What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone with superhuman strength before?

When I arrived at my doorstep, I put the horse I was holding on the ground, put my hands on my hips, and looked at the sick horse on the ground with a solemn expression.

The three family horses that had joined the group made me feel like a doctor who had been forced into a situation, trying to cheat and swindle people everywhere...

He's a Mongolian doctor who treats horses!

“This horse has lost a lot of blood…shouldn’t we stop the bleeding first?” I said, stroking my chin, looking at my attribute panel—Medical 5 (I suddenly realized).

I clearly know absolutely nothing about this, so how could I possibly understand it?

"System, are you there? Give me an explanation?"

I stared at the horse for a while, and I actually figured something out!

Animal Name: Wild Horse

Animal Introduction: A large hoofed mammal that was domesticated and used for transportation by ancient people long ago. Due to their long-term life in the wild, their wild nature has caused them to forget the skills of interacting with humans, and without sufficient training, they are not a very good choice for riding.

Daily nutritional requirement: 0.68

Meat yield: 180

Available leather quantity: 60

Leather type: Regular leather

Trainability: High

Movement speed: 5.8

Carrying animals: is

Wildness: 50%

Minimum comfortable temperature: -35 degrees Celsius

Maximum temperature: 45 degrees Celsius

Pain shock threshold: 80%

Life expectancy: 30 years

Minimum taming skill: Level 4

Diet: Fruits and vegetables, grains, plants, cooked foods, processed foods, alcoholic beverages, animal feed

Size: 2.0

Carrying capacity: 300kg

Melee damage per second: 2.13”

Below that is a row of system statuses, which look quite serious.

Injury Overview:

Systemic: Blood loss (moderate)

Torso: Scratch (cheetah paw)

Left hind leg: Scratch (cheetah paw)

Right hind leg: Scratch (cheetah paw)

Health Overview:

Pain: Severe

Consciousness: 21%

Mobility: 5%

Only after getting to this point did I notice a small hint on the horse's attribute panel.

"System prompt: Currently, only treatments with a doctor present but no medication are available. Do you wish to begin treatment?"

...Has the colonizer system finally upgraded to a quack doctor system?

Chapter 279 Miraculous Healing

The main risk to this horse is massive blood loss, which will lead to a decline in various bodily functions. If this continues, it will soon be finished.

Therefore, the primary task must be to stop the bleeding.

Judging from the fact that the horse was bleeding heavily but could still move slightly, its arteries should not have been damaged.

Arterial bleeding occurs at the same rate as the heart and pulse, flowing out in gushes. Because the artery is damaged, the bleeding is extremely heavy. Without professional equipment and technology from a hospital, it is impossible to stop the bleeding by hand, and it would be impossible for the person to still be breathing now. A professional team would have been called in long ago.

The most likely explanation is venous bleeding.

Venous bleeding can be quite heavy, but small wounds can heal on their own. The bleeding doesn't occur at a fixed frequency; it flows out with the person's movement. The horse struggled constantly when it was bitten, causing the bleeding to continue to increase.

Under normal circumstances, minor venous bleeding can be stopped by simply cleaning the wound with clean water and waiting for a while. Alternatively, you can use cotton balls disinfected with alcohol or sterile gauze to stop the bleeding.

Unfortunately, I don't have any of these things...

Let's take a gamble, Mustang!

"Select work command: Advantage: Treat Wild Horses (no drugs)."

Seeing me in a daze, the punk-style wild horse also stood by and watched. With a hostage in my hands, it didn't dare to make any extra noise and obediently pretended to eat grass.

But when it saw me suddenly move, it was so startled that its front hooves left the ground, probably instinctively trying to kick me.

The colonist system first took a thick agave leaf from the side, and then threaded the leaf through the horse's leg in three layers, tying a knot on it to seal the open wound completely, leaving no gaps.

Then, I took out more agave leaves from inside the house, tore off the tender outer leaves, leaving only the tough fibrous parts, and continued to weave them into a protective layer on the bandaged wound, stitching them together little by little until they became a green carpet with clear stripes.

Oh? Using basket weaving techniques to create all-natural bandages? That's something I didn't expect.

But the horse's blood is still flowing, and there's no sign of it getting better!

Is this treatment method actually effective?

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard a wild shout: "Ah-da!"

Holy crap?

Bruce Lee?

It wasn't until I realized that the sound was coming from my own mouth.

According to an analysis by a renowned martial arts expert, who wished to remain anonymous, and the inventor of Thompson's Ripple Walk, the actual effect of a powerful shout in combat is:

First, it can intimidate the enemy. This is because boxers emphasize calmness and composure in order to coordinate the movements of various parts of the body.

Secondly, it can enhance resilience. Because shouting invigorates the spirit, stimulates potential, and increases muscle tension, it strengthens the body's ability to withstand attacks.

Third, it helps to generate power. That is, it can be used to stimulate the combination of the "qi" in the body with external force, making it easier to unleash power.

After eliminating the first two incorrect options, I came to the final conclusion: I'm putting in the effort!

I bent my feet slightly, turned my knees inward, and gradually transferred the power from the soles of my feet to my arms. I clenched my fists and skillfully executed a series of fluid movements!

I lightly clench my left fist, generate power from the elbow, and strike along the center line. As it passes my right wrist, my right elbow dips slightly downwards, allowing my left fist to strike smoothly. Finally, I quickly retract my fist as my left hand fully strikes and my arm is fully straightened.

As the left fist strikes, the right fist strikes out rapidly along the center line, using the same technique as the left fist. This continues in a continuous chain of left and right punches, like a high-speed spinning windmill...

"A straight punch?!"

Instead of uttering a "Holy crap," I blurted out the name of the move. The recurring punches were so visually striking, but my opponent wasn't an enemy; that's not how you punch!

The fists rained down on the unconscious pony, moving upwards along its injured leg like a sudden storm, and then striking its back along its spine.

With each punch, the unconscious Wild Horse lying on the ground would twitch, like an old, aged rice dumpling trying to rise from the dead, jerking up a short distance before quietly falling back down, creating a very amusing, fluctuating motion.

He abruptly stopped at the neck area, assuming a more familiar and standard starting stance.

The wild horses nearby were stunned!

Even the most hot-tempered of the wild horses was stunned. No one could have imagined that the Mongolian expert who was just moments before single-mindedly saving the horse's life would instantly transform into a Mongolian doctor physically relieving the patient's pain!

The difference between the two words is like heaven and earth!

If you don't believe me, try having the best Mongolian doctor nail a horse's shoe onto a living person.

But miraculously, my flurry of punches seemed to have hit some acupoints on the wild horse's body, stopping the bleeding, or perhaps it stimulated the horse's nerves, causing the wound to stop bleeding by contracting its muscles.

The bleeding beneath the woven bandages was visibly being controlled, gradually slowing down, and the horse's vitality was no longer fading with time.

After finishing my Wing Chun practice, I didn't stop. I took a large bunch of agave leaves and started weaving fabrics for who knows what purpose they were for. I worked at an astonishing speed, making a bunch of exquisite woven items and ropes little by little.

At this moment, the family horse next to me finally snapped out of the scene of me beating the child, and walked over with a soft neigh, licking its companion with its tongue.

Thankfully, they didn't come here to kill the doctor; at least you have a conscience.

After my physical therapy, the horse slowly regained consciousness, breathing weakly and blinking its moist eyes. Perhaps due to pain, one of its legs protruded from under its body.

The leg bone of this forelimb appears to have been injured from being stuck in the pit, resulting in an unnatural bending angle, which suggests a fracture.

What we actually see as a horse's thigh is actually its lower leg, and what we see as a horse's knee joint is actually its heel. And what we see as a horse's lower leg is actually its metacarpal bones.

Therefore, as a monodactyl animal, a horse's running is equivalent to a human running with their thumb, making it extremely vulnerable. Once injured, it carries a significant risk of lifelong disability.

After I finished weaving the green fabric, I draped it over the horse, passing it through its belly. Then I cut out a thick rope, tied it to a low tree nearby, and pulled it. The entire horse was hoisted up, its front legs hanging freely with the rope hanging high, while its three legs stood upright, close to the low tree.

"...Why would I use rope bondage on a horse? System, what kind of job did you do before?!"

I dusted off my hands, feeling quite satisfied. This treatment, relying entirely on manual rubbing without any medication, was remarkably effective. The bleeding had stopped, the horse was conscious, and looked much more energetic!