Chapter 1839

"Awoo~ woo..."

Xiao Hei Mei, the only injured one not anesthetized, called out Xia Qing's name and walked toward her tremblingly.

Its right shoulder blade must have been hit by a hard object like a rock, with the flesh and skin sunken in. Its lower back had been grazed by a similar hard object, creating a blood groove over twenty centimeters long; the flesh was rolled back, revealing the dark red muscle fibers beneath, and the oozing blood beads flowed down its side, soaking the black fur below with blood.

Xia Qing immediately bent down and gently picked up the little one, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Hei Mei, we've brought the best medicine, it won't hurt for long."

Xiao Hei Mei, who trusted Xia Qing very much, responded, "Awoo awoo."

Based on Xiao Hei Mei's tone, Xia Qing understood what it meant, "Lao Si gave you a painkiller?"

Xiao Hei Mei replied, "Awoo."

"Lao Si is truly amazing, carrying painkillers with it." Xia Qing praised the Old Wolf, quickly sent Xiao Hei Mei into the emergency tent to Zhang Shi, and turned to pick up the most severely injured evolved tiger.

This evolved tiger had a tear over thirty centimeters long on its left flank, with the flesh and skin turned outward, revealing stark white fascia. If Lao Si hadn't applied a special hemostatic agent to it, this evolved tiger would have bled out long ago.

The skin and flesh below the elbow joint of its left front leg were almost entirely stripped away, with tendons exposed; its face was severely burned, its whiskers curled and charred, and its eyelids were swollen, unable to open fully; only half of its right ear remained, the edge charred black; the mottled fur on its body was also mostly burned away, a sight too miserable to look at.

Xia Qing asked in a low voice, "Lao Si, did this evolved tiger escape by diving through water from the edge of the explosion zone?"

Lao Si responded.

"If the explosion debris that hit its abdomen had been any deeper, it wouldn't have survived until now." Xia Qing used all her strength to pick up the nearly thousand-jin evolved tiger, sent it into the emergency tent, and asked, "Sister Ten, can you handle this level of external injury?"

If not, Xia Qing would have to contact her idol. Even though she was using a secure phone, having a long video call with her idol here might expose their location.

Zhang Shi, who was treating Xiao Hei Mei's wounds, turned her head to check the tiger's injuries and gave a positive answer, "I can. Third Brother has already marked the usage methods for the medicine. Sister Qing, clean Xiao Hei Mei's wounds first, I'll treat this tiger."

"Good." Xia Qing gently placed the evolved tiger on the large sterile waterproof mat Zhang Shi had laid out, and walked quickly to Xiao Hei Mei's side.

The blood groove on Xiao Hei Mei's lower back was still oozing blood, staining a patch of the waterproof mat beneath it red. The little one, having taken a painkiller, was staring at Xia Qing without blinking with its amber eyes.

Xia Qing put on sterile gloves, took a bottle of cleaning agent from the medical kit her idol had prepared for her, and unscrewed the cap; a faint, fresh scent of grass and trees permeated the emergency tent.

Xia Qing and Zhang Shi, wearing protective masks, couldn't smell the agent, but Xiao Hei Mei, lying on the mat, smelled it and opened its mouth to let out an "awoo."

Xia Qing responded, "This is a special cleaning agent, so it smells different from the one Sister Ten uses. Relax, Xiao Hei Mei, I'm going to clean your wounds."

The little black wolf, which liked to imitate Xia Qing's tone, let out an "awoo," lowered its wet head, and lay on the mat.

Xia Qing slowly poured the cleaning agent onto Xiao Hei Mei's wounds. A layer of fine white foam immediately bubbled up at the edges of the rolled-back flesh, bringing out all the crushed rock dust and charred impurities embedded inside.

Xiao Hei Mei's body tensed, but it didn't struggle, only letting out a muffled cry; it seemed the pain from this cleaning agent was quite sharp.

"Don't move, Xiao Hei Mei, it will be treated soon."

Xia Qing comforted the little one and nimbly wiped away the impurities around the wound with sterile gauze, revealing the dark red but clearly not necrotic muscle tissue beneath—the cleaning agent provided by her idol had marked the dead tissue while cleaning; the parts that were black or gray needed to be excised, while the parts with normal color were to be kept.

After confirming there was no necrotic muscle tissue, Xia Qing took out a local anesthetic, gave Xiao Hei Mei an injection, and after the anesthetic took effect, used sterile scissors to trim away the black skin edges on Xiao Hei Mei's body.

Cleaning, debridement, applying gel, covering with dressings, wrapping with bandages—the whole process took Xia Qing less than fifteen minutes, "All done, Xiao Hei Mei, lie down and rest for now, I'm going to help Sister Ten."

Xia Qing turned to look at Zhang Shi's side and couldn't help but gasp.

The evolved tiger's wounds were all exposed, and Zhang Shi was carefully cleaning the thirty-plus centimeter long tear on the tiger's left flank with surgical scissors.

Xia Qing asked, "Sister Ten, do you need my help?"

Zhang Shi responded calmly, "No need, Sister Qing, take Xiao Hei Mei outside and bring in the next wounded one."

"Good." As Xia Qing carried Xiao Hei Mei out of the tent along with the mat, she heard a strange, majestic roar.

She put Xiao Hei Mei down and, using the light filtering out from the emergency tent, discovered an additional giant black wolf in the cave.

"Awoo~" Xiao Hei Mei saw this giant wolf and opened its mouth to let out a weak, aggrieved cry.

The giant black wolf roared majestically at Xia Qing again, assuming an attack stance and approaching step by step. The three evolved wolves at the cave entrance immediately entered the cave, stood behind the black wolf, and roared at Xia Qing.

Lao Si, the former wolf king of the southern Hui-Three wolf pack, stood in front of Xia Qing, watching the giant black wolf calmly, and Xiao Hei Mei also whimpered softly.

Xia Qing carefully placed Xiao Hei Mei on the ground and asked calmly, "Lao Si, is this the eastern Hui-One wolf king?"

Lao Si nodded and flicked its tail, signaling her to continue treating the injured wolves. Xiao Hei Mei struggled to stand up and limped toward the wolf king.

The giant black wolf stopped staring at Xia Qing and lowered its head to sniff the scent on Xiao Hei Mei.

With Lao Si blocking the eastern Hui-One wolf pack, Xia Qing didn't dare to lower her guard. When she retreated to the side of the cave to pick up an injured wolf, she indeed heard the eastern wolf king's roar again. However, the killing intent in the wolf king's roar this time wasn't as strong.

Xia Qing carried the three wolves into the emergency tent one after another, zipped it shut, and began to treat the external injuries on these two wolves.

The injuries of these two wolves were similar to Xiao Hei Mei's, but more severe.

The first was a gray-black male wolf; its right flank had been torn open by rubble, not a deep wound, but the wound extended from the last rib all the way to the front of the hip bone, almost piercing the entire side of its body. The rolled-back flesh had already turned black and dry—this wasn't a burn, but tissue necrosis caused by the wound being exposed for too long.

If Lao Si hadn't applied hemostatic medicine to it, this wolf wouldn't have survived until now.

Xia Qing first rinsed the wound on the male wolf's side with the special cleaning agent. After the white foam surged, the necrotic tissue showed a distinct gray-black color, forming a sharp contrast with the dark red but still living muscle beneath.

Xia Qing turned her head and saw Zhang Shi was still suturing the evolved tiger's wounds, so she picked up the sterile scissors and nimbly trimmed away the necrotic muscle tissue at the male wolf's wound.

If she didn't trim it away, the wound wouldn't heal.

This wasn't Xia Qing's first time trimming away necrotic muscle tissue; during the second Qiang rain of the sixth year of the Great Disaster, she had used a red-hot dagger to gouge out a piece of necrotic flesh on her left hand after it had been crushed by a rock.

At that time, Xia Qing didn't have her idol's special medicine, no sterile tent, and couldn't afford anesthetics. This strong male wolf was much luckier than she had been back then.