The days of survival on a deserted island with the beautiful president

Chapter 24
While walking, Lin Tian secretly observed the layout of the camp.

On the side close to Lin Tianlai, there were bloodstains on the ground that had not been cleaned up. The whole camp was not big, with only about two dozen "tents"—made of rotten cloth and leaves that could shelter the wind and rain to a certain extent. The shack also counts.

The cold-faced foreigner pushed Lin Tian and the two towards the expensive-looking professional camping tent in the center of the camp. It turned out to be a pointed thing, including a living room and a bedroom.Lin Tian only saw similar ones on the platform of the shopping mall, but the string of zeros behind the price tag made Lin Tian flinch.

At the door of the tent stood a Chinese man with the same dress and a tactical vest. He had a beard, a round face, and an obvious scar above the bridge of his nose.

"The boss is inside, leave it to me here, you go to rest Mackensen." The man squeezed Lin Tian and A Cheng's shoulders, pulled the shoulder bag from Lin Tian's body, and "charged" them to the tent door.

"Boss Liang, we found the troublemaker."

"Let's see who it is. The ship has sunk and there are so many things." A muffled voice came from the tent.

"Boss Liang, I found anti-inflammatory medicine in this kid's bag!" The Chinese "guard" was a little proud.

"Bring it to me quickly!" This "Boss Liang" finally walked out of his tent.

If Boss Liang's figure can be described as fat, then Wang Qiang can be described as slim.

Xieding, a big fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms, even in the situation of living on a deserted island, this uncle is also full of oil, as if he is on vacation in an island villa.

Lin Tian can be sure that the obese Boss Liang is not in good health because of his sensitivity to the lesion, which is not a complication caused by being overweight, but a recent infection.

The four diagnosis methods of traditional Chinese medicine are indeed not as accurate as Western medicine, which relies heavily on chemistry and precision instruments, when determining a disease. However, in this "virgin land" on an isolated rainforest island, it has the advantage of adapting to local conditions.

"I'm not interested in these two people. You can deal with them." Boss Liang took the anti-inflammatory medicine found in Lin Tian's backpack and waved his hand impatiently.

"Then we'll...." The bearded man made a gesture of cutting his throat with his hand, which was caught by Lin Tian's corner of his eye.

It turned out that this was the reason for the unreasonable ratio of races in the camp!A large number of people must have died in the attack of the wild beasts outside and the strife between the survivor groups inside!
Now that his physical strength is exhausted and the situation is unknown, Lin Tian really has no ability to resist...

Just fold it here?
The teachings of his grandfather when he was a child, his life after joining the army...and the glimpse of Su Mingyu on the cruise ship...the pictures flashed in front of Lin Tian's eyes one after another.

Wait, I'm so excited to find a cold medicine...greasy face...

Lin Tian suddenly thought of a way to survive.

"You are sick! Your illness is not a cold or fever! I am a Chinese medicine practitioner! If there is no medicine for the symptoms, you will definitely die within half a month!"

Lin Tian yelled at Boss Liang who turned around.

His steps froze.

"Bring them back." Boss Liang sat on the ground in the tent, "Let him talk about it, what's going on?"

The attitude eased a little.

Ah Cheng looked at Lin Tian nervously. He didn't know that Lin Tian knew Chinese medicine, and he thought he was just trying to trick the boss who didn't look good in front of him in order to survive.

"I'm a Chinese medicine doctor. I just smelled something wrong with the smell in your tent. There is a bitter smell in the dry heat, very similar to the smell emanating from a patient who has been bedridden for many years. I can conclude that you are sick, but It's not a common cold and fever, I need to give you a pulse signal before I can confirm the specific symptoms."

Lin Tian raised his head slightly, with a determined expression on his face.

Boss Liang pinched his double chin, and the light from his small triangular eyes shot at Lin Tian.

"Boss, you can..." The beard reminded.

"I know!" Boss Liang interrupted the bearded man roughly.

"You," Boss Liang pointed at Lin Tian's chest, "I allow you to come in and have a look. If it's what you said, are you sure you'll be cured?"

Lin Tian knew that he had won the bet.

Those who can afford to hire such a fierce bodyguard must be a rich and powerful person. This kind of person can use money to open a way, and spend a lot of money to achieve their goals, but there is always one thing that makes them jealous-the life that money cannot buy, the lifespan .

Boss Liang is afraid of death!

The profession of Chinese medicine is often more valuable as it gets older. Let me ask you a young man and an old man with white beard and eyebrows at the same time. Which one do you want to believe more?

Lin Tian knew that his age was not very convincing, so he deliberately put on a high-minded and artificial posture.

It is similar to those ancient quack warlocks who deliberately pretended to be immortal but devoted themselves to alchemy in the palace.

"I see that although your complexion is rosy, but your Yintang is black, you must be suffering from a bitter tongue coating right now?" Lin Tian broke away from his beard and grabbed his hand, and sat down cross-legged.

Boss Liang was taken aback, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he swallowed unconsciously. Lin Tian knew he had guessed right.

"Give me your left hand."

Lin Tian calmly placed two fingers on Boss Liang's wrist and closed his eyes.

Lin Tian's expression gradually changed from calm to slightly frowning, which scared the fateful Boss Liang enough. He didn't know whether it was to maintain his superior aura or was too scared, Boss Liang thought with his mouth half open. He spoke but swallowed back.

"You...you go and take that kid down and watch him carefully." Boss Liang ordered to the bearded man.

"You have malaria!"

Lin Tian suddenly opened his eyes, staring closely at Boss Liang's small triangular eyes.

"You are bullshitting!"

There was a clear lack of confidence in Boss Liang's tone.

"Don't believe me? Let me explain it to you. You are suddenly afraid of the cold, right? In this tropical rainforest, the temperature is so high that you suddenly start to feel cold. Your hands and feet must have started to feel cold now. That's why you are eager to find anti-inflammatory drugs, you think this is a common cold, right?"

Seeing that Boss Liang didn't speak, Lin Tian continued to use words to attack Boss Liang's fragile psychological defense.

"You are now at the end of the incubation period and the beginning of the chills. If you don't get effective treatment, the next step will be intermittent chills all over your body, goosebumps on your skin, cyanosis of your lips and nails, pale face, and muscles all over your body. Sore joints. Then the whole body trembles, the teeth chatter, and even if you cover a quilt, you will still be cold. If you get confused, then the next and final stage will kill you, you will sweat profusely, and you will die of dehydration due to abnormal body temperature."

After Lin Tian finished speaking, he sat coldly in front of Boss Liang who was so frightened that his face turned pale.

As if it was not me who was at the mercy of others.

(End of this chapter)