Super Zoo

Chapter 126 The Fallen Leaves Must Return to Their Roots

Suming used alcohol to disinfect the Wild Man's wound and then applied Yunnan Baiyao and gauze for a simplified dressing, which barely managed to stop the bleeding.

It was less that the bleeding was stopped, and more that the Wild Man's blood was almost drained. With three bullets, three holes, in his shoulder, and behind his thigh and buttocks, he received no timely medical treatment after being shot and had just been lying on the ground. During the fight between Suming and He, the Wild Man even managed to contribute a few moves, ultimately killing Mr. Qian.

By the time everything settled, nearly ten minutes had passed. For an ordinary person, with three large bullet wounds, they would have bled out long ago. It was only because the Wild Man's physical condition was so astonishingly robust that he was still alive.

It was also a stroke of luck—it was probably because of the excessive bleeding that the anesthetic didn't work. The Wild Man was pale but still somewhat conscious and hadn't fainted. If he had fallen unconscious with such severe wounds, not even a deity could save him.

"Hang on, I'll carry you down the mountain to find a doctor!" Suming said, sweating profusely with urgency. There was a long way to go to get out of the mountains, and carrying the Wild Man would slow him down even more. Even if he managed to carry him out, the Wild Man likely wouldn't survive that long and would die halfway.

There was no other choice, they had to treat the situation like a dying horse on its last legs. Although the Wild Man could sense spiritual power, he was not a pure beast, and the healing effects of the spiritual power were not as evident on him as they were on other animals—especially since his wounds were too severe and he was nearly bled to death.

People do what they can and leave the rest to fate—it was up to the Wild Man's own destiny now.

Just as Suming bent down to hoist the Wild Man onto his back, the Wild Man waved a large, fur-covered hand and then struggled to turn over, crawling towards the direction of the pond.

"Hm? Could it be that the Wild Man has a tradition of water burial? Is he going to the pond to wait for death?" Suming was startled.

The Wild Man crawled on the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind. Before he even reached the shore, he ran out of energy and lay on the ground, gasping for air and tilting his head to stare toward the waterfall.

Suming suddenly realized, dismissing the thought of a water burial. This guy was trying to crawl back to the cave behind the waterfall. That cave with signs of habitation was likely his 'home'!

"Hold on, hold on! I'll take you inside!"

Suming tested with his spiritual power and his guess was indeed correct. The Wild Man had a strong desire to return to the cave. Suming didn't know exactly why he wanted to go back, but there was no time to discuss it now. He quickly went over, grabbed the Wild Man's arm, exerted himself to lift the huge body on his back.

Having drunk the water in the canteen, the wild man seemed revitalized, like an injection of a cardiac stimulant had been administered. His gaze cleared, and he even propped himself up with one hand and sat up on the ground, panting heavily.

Suming, surprised by the scene, hurriedly scanned him with his spiritual power and found that the wild man's vitality had clearly increased.

He quickly filled another half canteen with water, then assisted the wild man as they slowly walked back to the largest den, which evidently was the wild man's home. Upon entering, the wild man collapsed onto a pile of dry grass, gasping for air.

Through all these exertions, the wild man's gunshot wound burst open again, the gauze turning blood-red as blood continuously seeped from the wound.

Suming frowned slightly and after a moment's thought, pulled out a Swiss Army knife and a lighter from his pocket. Imitating what he had seen on television, he disinfected the blade by repeatedly running it through the flame.

Extracting a bullet is a skillful job, requiring an incision to be made in the flesh over the wound, then forcibly removing the bullet. During this process, the patient not only experiences excruciating pain, but it is also extremely dangerous. A slight mistake could damage tendons, resulting in permanent disability, and if the bullet had penetrated bone, it would be even more troublesome.

Moreover, opening up the wound could lead to significant blood loss and possibly death.

Of course, Suming didn't possess such skills, let alone practical experience, but now he was left with no choice but to take a gamble on luck and extract the bullet by force. Any further delay and the wound might become infected and fester, putting the wild man's life in grave jeopardy.

Suming looked at the wild man and said very seriously, using both spiritual power and human language, "I am going to extract the bullet! It will hurt a lot... "

The wild man, with wide eyes, seemed to understand Suming's intention, made "uh-uh" sounds from his throat, and then nodded.

Suming, holding the searing hot knife, gestured over the wound on the wild man's leg, pondering where to make the incision.

"I'm doing this to save you, you better not hit me!"

After saying this, Suming cut down fiercely with the knife.