Spring comes to the desperate place

After eating and drinking, Song Chunlin asked Song Qinshi to place Song Dazhuang on a flat open space, and then took out a bunch of disinfectants and medicines.

"Mom, my spiritual spring water can only save Dad's life, but the knife in his chest must be pulled out as soon as possible, otherwise Dad will not be cured."

Song Qin asked hurriedly: "Will your father be in trouble if you just pull it out like this?"

Song Chunlin shook his head: "I can't guarantee it, but don't worry, Mom. I have all the necessary medicines here. My father is a lucky man, he will definitely make it through."

Song Qin looked at the things scattered on the floor. Although she couldn't understand what they were, she instinctively believed her son and let out a deep breath.

"No matter what the outcome is, I believe it's God's will." This means that whether her husband lives or dies, she will attribute it to God's will and will not vent her anger on others.

Song Qinshi and Song Chunsheng washed and disinfected their hands as instructed by Song Chunlin, while Aunt Song was responsible for looking after Grandpa Song and Song Xiaobao, mainly holding Song Xiaobao down to prevent him from making noise when the sword was drawn.

Grandpa Song had already taken the medicine given by Song Chunlin and was feeling drowsy due to the effect of the medicine.

After the three of them finished disinfecting, Song Qin used scissors to cut open the clothes on Song Dazhuang's chest. Because he drank the spiritual spring water, Song Dazhuang's wound no longer bled, but it still looked scary.

Song Chunlin used hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound and poured alcohol to disinfect it. Under the stimulation of alcohol, Song Dazhuang was almost awakened by the pain, but was held down by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Song Qinshi.

After the preliminary work was done, Song Chunlin grasped the knife handle. The knife was not big. Song Chunlin checked it with his mental power. It was about twelve centimeters long, and the part that pierced into the flesh was seven centimeters long. Li Quan's aim was not very good, and the knife went off track. It did not pierce the heart, nor did it touch any major blood vessels. It was a blessing in disguise.

Song Qin was responsible for holding Song Dazhuang down to prevent him from moving. Song Chunsheng held hydrogen peroxide in one hand and hemostatic cotton in the other, and was responsible for quickly disinfecting and stopping the bleeding of Song Dazhuang. Song Chunlin took a deep breath when he saw that both of them were ready.

"One, two, three!" As the last three were uttered, the knife was quickly pulled out. The unconscious Song Dazhuang struggled instinctively, and Song Qinshi used all her strength to hold him down.

Song Chunsheng frantically poured hydrogen peroxide into the wound and changed the hemostatic cotton one after another. Soon there was a small pile at his feet.

Song Chunlin picked up the prepared Yunnan Baiyao powder and poured two bottles of powder on the wound like sprinkling seasoning. This stuff was more irritating than alcohol, and Song Qin almost couldn't hold Song Dazhuang down.

After sprinkling the medicine powder, Song Chunlin fed Song Dazhuang some spiritual spring water. It was not known whether it was the effect of the medicine powder or the spiritual spring water, but the bleeding of Song Dazhuang's chest wound stopped quickly. Song Qinshi checked Song Dazhuang's breath and found that his breathing was steady, so he should be fine.

Seeing that Song Dazhuang had escaped death, the whole family felt relieved.

"If there is no bleeding, it's half healed. Spring is coming. We have to find a safer place while it's still daylight. Otherwise, it will be too dangerous at night."

"Okay, Mom, I'll prepare the medicine for Dad first." Song Chunlin prepared anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine for Song Dazhuang according to the instructions on the box. Not only Song Dazhuang needed to take it, but Grandpa Song also needed to take it if he had a fever later.

Leaving the medicine to Song Qin, the two brothers began to explore the nearby area. Song Chunlin used his special abilities and quickly found a valley sheltered from the wind, not far from them. The terrain there was flat, and it was surrounded by mountain walls on three sides. As long as they built a fire in front, the wild beasts would not dare to approach.

Song Chunlin found a medical stretcher and lifted Song Dazhuang onto it. Song A'mo and Song Qinshi, the two adults, struggled to carry the stretcher. Fortunately, they were not far away, otherwise, with their small bodies, they would not have been able to carry the stretcher for long.

"Huh, we're finally here." Amma Song sat on the ground panting. Over there, Song Qin shook her hands and touched Song Dazhuang's forehead. It was surprisingly hot. Song Qin hurriedly took out the antipyretic medicine given by Song Chunlin, pried open his mouth and fed him a pill. Fearing that he couldn't swallow it, she gave him some water. It was the spiritual spring water that Song Chunlin had prepared in advance.

He originally felt alternating hot and cold, but after he drank a sip of the clear, sweet spring water, he no longer felt cold, but instead felt warm all over, as if he was soaking in a warm spring. It was so comfortable that even the uncomfortable high fever gradually faded away. He relaxed completely and let his consciousness fall into a deep sleep.

Song Qinshi and Song A'mo would check on their husbands every once in a while. As the sun rose higher, their conditions gradually stabilized. Perhaps due to the dual effects of the medicine and the spiritual spring water, neither of them had a fever again and they continued to sleep with steady breathing.

While the two were busy taking care of the wounded, Song Chunlin and Song Chunsheng had already set up a huge camping tent, and even laid out sleeping bags inside. Even Song Xiaobao had a children's sleeping bag, which was small and very cute.

Song Qinshi and Song Ammo stared at the big tent in front of them with wide eyes, while Song Chunsheng stood with his hands on his hips with great pride.

"I did it, isn't it awesome!" Song Chunsheng took credit for it.

Grandma Song smiled and praised her grandson: "Our Chunsheng is very capable, and so is Chunlin. You are both the best children."

Song Chunlin showed a shy smile. It was almost noon. They had been busy all morning and it was a bit too late to cook. Song Chunlin thought about it and decided to just eat the ready-made food. Anyway, the food he packed was enough. It took him almost ten years to finish it. Now the amount has even doubled, enough to provide the family with three meals a day.

So at noon everyone had rice and various stir-fried dishes. Amao Song looked at the strange table in front of her which was filled with a row of dishes. They had never seen those dishes before, and each one looked greasy and smelled fragrant. In addition to the food, there was also a large box of washed and cut fruits.

Song Xiaobao sniffed, stretched out his hand towards the table and kept calling out, obviously wanting to eat with them.

Song Chunlin thought about it and took out another egg custard, which Song Xiaobao should be able to eat.

Song Qinshi: "Chunlin, how can we finish all the food you brought out? Please put some away. We can only eat these three. There is also rice. Rice is precious. Can you make some cakes from your space? Mother can just eat the cakes."

"Mom, don't worry. I have a lot of food like this in my space. Not only cooked food, but also raw food. Fruits and rice are piled up like a mountain. You can eat as much as you want."

Afraid that Song Qin still had concerns, Song Chunlin simply waved his hand, and a large number of take-out boxes suddenly appeared on the open space, each of which was filled with various delicacies. Then he put these take-out boxes away, and the open space became a three-meter-high plastic frame stacked up, which was full of fruits and vegetables produced in the space. There was so much that they could not even finish it in one meal, let alone a year.