Prehistoric Chef [ Danmei MTL]

5~ Xiao Ming's Black Fruit Soup Is Good, Good, Drink!

Bu Jia was more than 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than Gao Ming, and he was full of flesh and blood.

The two of them took Bu Jia back to the cave with great strength. In the cave, there is still a pile of firewood that two people pick up a day. Gao Ming is not used to eating raw meat.

Today, he have nothing to do with Landa. There is no fire here, the forest vegetation is dense, and dead branches are almost everywhere.

Fortunately, he picked up these firewood today.

Gao Ming glanced at Bu Jia, who was pale, lying on the stone slab without anger, and Landa was shocked. 

"Landa, stop the stone with me first." Bu Jia was injured, and later he will clean the wound for Bu Jia.

If the smell of blood attracts the beasts, the two of them don't have to work.

The two struggled to block the stone, and the cave was dark, only a trace of light penetrated. Gao Ming found a simple stove with stones, letting Landa break the dead branches, set fire to it, and set the stone bowl on it.

There is a bowl of water in it.

"Landa, wait for the water to roll and call me, don't break the firewood." Gao Ming ordered, and cut a piece of the vest. Bu Jia’s hair was too long, and some had already stuck to the wound. Gao Ming directly cut it short, and the water boiled.

Scissors, knives and pieces of cotton cloth were thrown in and stirred.

The sweater was placed on the stone platform with a stone bowl.

"Da, regardless of the fire, come and help me now." With the sterilized cloth, he slowly wiped the wound on Bu Jia's shoulder.

Bu Jia was in a coma, and his painful body trembled. Gao Ming quickly said.

"Landa, press Bu Jia, let him not move!" After cleaning the wound over and over again, Bu Jia seemed to be conscious, and Gao Ming said firmly, "Hold on, don't move!"

He raised his head and told Landa, "This is down, another pour half of the bowl of water into this bowl and bring it to a boil." He cut a sleeve of his autumn clothes and cut it from the middle. After running hot water, he cleaned the side and wrapped the wound on Bu Jia. Add himself.

Half a bowl of water was burned in the stone bowl. The brothers had two stone bowls, one large and one small, the larger one was like a washbasin, and the small one was like a bowl.

Now only half of the bowl is left.

Landa's eyes flashed with fear, "My brother won't have a fever?"

A pair of eyes looked expectantly at Gao Ming, "The caveman in the cave was scratched by a bear beast, and he got fever at night. The next day, on……"

Fever may be caused by wound infection. Now there is no anti-inflammatory medicine.

All he can do is clean the wound. Even disinfection is simple, but he has done everything he can. Gao Ming sighed from the bottom of his heart and comforted. "Bu Jia is healthy, he is okay again..."

Half a bowl of water boiled, let it cool down, and Gao Ming moistened Bu Jia's mouth with a cotton towel soaked in water.

He wanted to feed Bu Jia and drink water. Not to mention the uneven stone bowl, Buga couldn't swallow at all, so he drank saliva and poured it into Bu Jia's mouth, seeing Landa stunned.

He covered Bu Jia with his coat. Gao Ming estimated that it was four or five o’clock. They ran out of water, and they might need to use it at night.

If they really start burning, they can at least get a kerchief to cool Bu Jia for a while and cool down the body.