Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

Fang Hua was seriously injured. There were three claw marks on his chest. From his shoulders to his lower waist, the flesh was turned up, and the bones were visible.

Fang Rong suffocated, "It was you who saved me today, right?"

drop!Drip!

Drops of hot liquid fell down, Fang Rong couldn't control himself.

Fang Hua didn't speak. He stretched out his uninjured hand to wipe Fang Rong's tears, "Why are you crying?"

Tears were strange to him, he was at a loss for the hot liquid, let alone how to comfort Fang Rong?

"I didn't cry." Fang Rong rubbed his eyes, and took out the emergency medicine box from the side drawer. Because the breeder's job is special, he will be a little bit rubbed more or less. The medicine box is essential, and it is prepared at home. a lot of.

"Lie down, I'll give you medicine." Fang Hua was seriously injured, a piece of flesh was scraped off one arm by his teeth, after all, he was still too young and had no combat experience, so he was at a disadvantage against other beasts.

But he has been bearing it quietly, like a sensible and well-behaved child, the most lovable.

"It hurts a bit, you have to bear with it." Because the destructive power of the orc is a bit strong, Fang Rong is afraid that he will not be able to bear it and damage the furniture here, so he reminds him.

Fang Hua lay obediently under the quilt, showing his bare upper body. He was very thin and fair, with delicate and smooth skin, just like a newborn baby, with pink color, small and beautiful collarbone, and round shoulders with light trembling slightly.

Fang Rong poured alcohol to disinfect the wound, foam appeared in the middle of the eversioned flesh, he wiped it with alcohol cotton over and over again.

Because it needs to be cleaned thoroughly, it is necessary to use a little force. Open the meat on both sides and rub it in. It will definitely hurt when it touches the meat. Keeping silent and letting Fang Rong manipulate her, she was so obedient that it made people feel sad.

The wound was too big, spanning his young chest, from his right shoulder to his left waist, bleeding profusely and needed stitches.

Fang Rong has no professional knowledge, and Fang Hua's situation cannot be sent to the hospital for treatment. If he is sent out, he will be taken away immediately.

"What should I do? You're bleeding too much, and there's still some necrotic flesh that needs to be cut off." He was at a loss.

Fang Hua dragged on for too long, plus the orc's claws were poisonous, the wound festered, and some rotten flesh was broken. In addition, in order to prevent the wound from bleeding, Fang Hua squeezed the wound, and the area of ​​necrotic flesh was larger, which was easy to deal with. Not coming.

Fang Rong roasted the fruit knife with a lighter, and sterilized the fruit knife. His heart was beating wildly, he panicked, and flinched at the end, "What should I do? I dare not."

On the contrary, Fang Hua held his hand comfortingly, manipulated his hand, and cut his chest inch by inch. During the whole process, he gritted his teeth and squeezed Fang Rong's hand hard, with the strength of an orc. Big, Fang Rong has been silently enduring.

After all the carrion was removed, he was drenched all over, his silver curly hair pressed against his forehead, the tip of his nose twitched a little, and he couldn't lift the knife anymore.

"Help me." He looked at Fang Rong, full of hope and trust.

Fang Rong's hands were covered with blood, and sweat dripped from his forehead to his neck. He didn't dare to wipe it off. He devoted all his attention to the wounds. They were all hurt because of him. If it wasn't for him, Fang Hua wouldn't ...

Now instead, he is like a wronged child, crying and fussing, and needs Fang Hua, a real child, to comfort and act.

Fang Rong's nose was sore, and more tears fell uncontrollably, almost blurring his eyes, and he could only vaguely see the silver-haired Fang Hua looking at him without blinking, without comfort, without touching, He just looked at it like that, as if he didn't know what to do?

"I didn't cry, I really didn't cry." Fang Rong felt embarrassed when he saw him, so he quickly wiped away his tears, and took the needle and thread on the table. If he couldn't get in, it was Fang Hua who held his hand and stabilized the panic in his heart before putting on the needle and thread to sew up the hideous wound.

After the three wounds were all stitched up, both of them lay on the bed as if they were collapsed, and it took a long time before they had the strength to get up.

Fang Rong packed up the medical tools and wrapped him layer by layer with gauze, just like wrapping a zongzi.Because the wound was on his chest, he had to go around his entire back when bandaging it, and every time he went around, he couldn't avoid being very close to him.

Fang Rong could easily smell the sweat and fishy smell on his body. The sweat smelled like sweat from excruciating pain, and the fishy smell was the blood that just came out after bandaging.

Unexpectedly, he thought it smelled good, mixed with the smell of alcohol, and it also carried the freshness of a teenager, the hormones of puberty?

Speaking of which, Fang Hua's age is considered to be half a boy according to the calculation of orcs, and he can marry a wife and have children in two years. Unfortunately, his life has changed because he was kept in a cage since he was a child. I have no plans for the future.

Fang Rong didn't ask him hypocritically if he would leave after he recovered from his injury, he only cared about the present, at least Fang Hua is here now.

The quilt was dripping with alcohol and blood. Fang Rong wanted to change it, but he thought that Fang Hua must be very tired today, so he didn't change it.

Fang Hua was very sensible, so he slept in it and gave up a seat for Fang Rong.

Fang Rong was afraid that his wound would be crushed and refused to sleep, "Go to sleep, I'm not sleepy yet." He made an excuse for himself, "I still have a diary to write, so I'll go to sleep when I'm done, you go to bed first. "

Maybe he was really sleepy, Fang Hua pulled up his quilt, put it under his nose and took a deep sniff, and fell asleep contentedly, without the vigilance that a wild animal should have, nor the vigilance that a strange environment should have, he seems to be concerned about It's very peaceful here, I sleep soundly, and I still smile in my sleep.

The silver hair shone slightly under the weak table lamp, and the tilted head looked unexpectedly cute. Fang Hua's facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional, and they were more distinct under the light, like a translucent crystal doll, flawless in every way.

"Fang Hua, you must be a gift from heaven." Fang Rong wrote in his diary.