The unbearable itch woke Qu Sen up from his slumber. A ray of sunlight shone into the room from the direction of the door, landing on the body with a slight burning sensation.
It made the wound on his waist itch even more, and also made the corners of the room seem especially dark.
After moving his body a little, the itch on his butt instantly turned into a tearing pain. Qu Sen couldn't help but let out a low cry.
"Don't tell me I've f * cking transmigrated!" After his eyes adjusted slightly, an absurd thought flashed through Qu Sen's mind.
It wasn't that his imagination was too wild, but that the environment he was in was too suspicious.
The room was completely made of wood, and there was no bed. The place he was lying on was a bamboo platform similar to a tatami. The mattress below and the thin quilt covering his body were all coarse cloth with blue prints on it. It looked very much like the folk arts and crafts sold at tourist attractions.
The low tables and stools, the small window frames, and the door frame without a leaf, both the style and the craftsmanship were full of age.
Using her soft arms to support her upper body, she poked her head out to take a look. The sunlight was unusually bright. Amidst the blazing white light, one could vaguely see some broad-leaved green plants and bright red flowers. There seemed to be yellow stamens as well.
The sound of Qu Sen waking up quickly attracted the attention of the people outside the room. Soft footsteps were heard, and then a figure appeared at the door.
The sunlight outside was too bright. The person who came in was just a black shadow in Qu Sen's eyes. The size of the shadow was a little large. He could roughly tell that it was a woman, or rather, an auntie.
"My Nia!"
When the other party spoke, Qu Sen confirmed that it was an auntie, a very fat auntie.
He almost asked, "Which dynasty is it now? Who is the emperor?" But before he could ask such a stupid question, he realized that the other party was speaking Burmese.
"Uh … Excuse me …" Qu Sen only realized that his throat was extremely hoarse when he opened his mouth. He only managed to make a few sounds before his throat hurt as if it was on fire.
"Touch to sleep, touch to sleep (Don't move, don't move!)" The fat auntie stopped Qu Sen from getting up. After pressing him back on the mattress, she lifted the thin quilt on his body.
Qu Sen only realized that he was actually naked, but not completely naked. His body was still wrapped in a lot of white coarse cloth. Qu Sen's hairs on his body stood up when he saw that there were a lot of blood stains on the coarse cloth that had not been washed off.
He wondered if it had been sterilized or not. If he used this thing to wrap the wound, it would be fine, but it would probably cause septicemia.
Just as Qu Sen was worried, the fat auntie began to untie the bandage that wrapped the wound.
There was no problem with the cloth cloth strips on the wound on his back and the wound. When the fat auntie reached out to take off the coarse cloth that was wrapped around the wound on her buttocks like a short skirt, Qu Sen felt awkward and quickly reached out to stop the fat auntie.
Who knew that the fat auntie would laugh out loud. Her hands were as fast as lightning as she skillfully untied the cloth strips.
Qu Sen, who seriously lacked a sense of "security", could only use his hands to protect the parts that should be protected. He turned his back to the fat auntie.
Qu Sen's movement affected his wound. The numbing itch and tearing pain caused Qu Sen to temporarily lose his ability to move. The fat auntie tore off the cloth wrapped around Qu Sen's buttocks.
This time, Qu Sen did not dare to move at all.
He bent his body and turned his back to the fat auntie. It was convenient for her to check his wound. When the thick cloth strips covering his wound were removed, Qu Sen could not help but turn his head to take a look.
The thick cloth strips were covered with a dark green sticky paste. Through the astringent smell and the faint fragrance of grass, Qu Sen judged that the disgusting thing should be the crushed roots and leaves of plants.
Although he did not know how useful these raw herbs were for healing wounds, he did not know. However, when he saw that the blood stained coarse cloth bandages were not directly attached to his wound, Qu Sen felt more at ease.
The fat auntie carefully cleaned the herbal paste on the wounds. Qu Sen could not see the wounds on his back and the wound on his butt, but he could see the wound on his waist that was opened by the bullet.
It was not bad. There were no white or red swollen wounds. It seemed that the herbal paste was quite effective. This made Qu Sen feel more at ease.
After the fat auntie finished cleaning Qu Sen's wounds, she patted his shoulder and said, "You are so sleepy." Then, she got up and left.
Qu Sen did not understand what she was saying. After she left, he slowly turned around and squinted his eyes to look outside.
After a while, his vision gradually adjusted to the light outside.
Outside the door, there was indeed a cluster of abnormally bright green plants with blooming flowers. The surroundings were not spacious. Within the range of his vision, there were several very exquisite wooden buildings. The buildings were connected by wooden corridors.
If he excluded the differences in architectural styles and plants, it almost gave people the feeling that they were in a Jiangnan garden.
The sound of footsteps sounded again. Qu Sen quickly returned to his side position and used his butt to face the door.
The fat auntie came back, but this time, she brought a lot of things.
Inside the pitch-black copper pot, there was green juice squeezed out of an unknown plant, and half a basin of crushed herbal paste.
The fat auntie first used a piece of cloth that was not clean and dipped it in the green juice to wipe all the wounds on Qu Sen's body. There was a slight sting, but it was very cooling.
After "cleaning" the wounds, the fat auntie picked up the thick cloth that she used before and shook off the old herbal paste. Then, she grabbed some new cloth with her hands and directly patted it on the wounds.
After all the wounds were covered, she took off the coarse cloth from before and tied it on Qu Sen's body again.
With Qu Sen's cooperation, the bandaging went smoothly. Not long after, Qu Sen's body was once again wrapped in strips of coarse cloth.
"Let's go with Fury, eh?" Qu Sen racked his brain for a long time and tried hard to recall the Burmese phrase he had learned during the language class in the special forces, "Thank you."
Perhaps it was because Qu Sen's pronunciation was too bad, the fat auntie only managed to guess the meaning after a long time. She immediately laughed until she swayed back and forth.
This made Qu Sen very worried. Did he say something wrong? Did he say something that made people think of something strange?
He quickly added, "Thank you, thanks, thanks!"
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"Yes ~ yes ~" The fat auntie smiled and nodded, indicating that she understood. Then, she reached out and carefully helped Qu Sen to sit up. She picked up the copper pot and directly put the mouth of the pot to Qu Sen's mouth.
"Damn ~" Qu Sen smelled the acrid smell of the grass and lamented in his heart. He had drunk Chinese medicine before, but shouldn't it be boiled first before drinking it? This juice was directly squeezed … and it could be used internally and externally?
"Pour, pour ~" The fat auntie didn't care what Qu Sen was thinking. She put the mouth of the pot to Qu Sen's mouth. Seeing that he didn't drink it, she urged him.
"I won't die from drinking it, right?" Seeing that his wounds seemed to be recovering well, Qu Sen tried to be optimistic and comforted himself.
Then, he frowned and drank all the "freshly squeezed" unknown herbal juice into his stomach.
The taste was actually okay. There should be mint leaves in it. At least after drinking it, his throat felt much better. However, after drinking half of the pot in one go, his stomach rebelled a little.
Qu Sen didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he just woke up, he didn't feel it. Now, he suddenly felt hungry, but his stomach was full of herbal juice. It looked like he would vomit in the next second.
This feeling was very contradictory. His stomach was bloated, and he was really hungry …
After the fat auntie packed up briefly, she took the things and left again. After a while, she came back. This time, she was carrying a camouflage backpack.
Qu Sen recognized it. It should be the one he was carrying before.
The fat auntie put the backpack next to Qu Sen, then pulled open the belt and took out a jungle combat uniform, a shirt, and jeans given by Dr. Yu.
Qu Sen looked at it. The clothes were cleaned, and the damaged parts of the combat uniform were sewn.
"Thank you!"
After Qu Sen thanked her, he picked up the clothes and wanted to put them on. However, he was stopped by the fat auntie.
The other party gestured for a long time before Qu Sen understood. The fat auntie probably meant that he was injured and couldn't not sweat. Otherwise, it would be easy to get infected.
Qu Sen didn't dare to disobey. In a place where healing relied on herbs, if the wound got infected, it was no different from dying!
Seeing that there were still things in the backpack, Qu Sen reached out and flipped through it. There was a magazine, a pistol, a stocking with bullets, biscuits, an empty water bottle, a soldier's communicator, and a tactical watch. They were all in the backpack. The USD that was stuffed in the inner pocket was also there.
Thinking that the other party had saved him, Qu Sen quickly took out a dozen USD. He didn't count how much and directly stuffed it into the fat auntie's hands.
USD was a good thing. There were probably not many people in the world who didn't know about it. The fat auntie wanted it, but she was a little embarrassed. She said some polite words that Qu Sen didn't understand. She pushed him a few times and happily stuffed the money into her lapel.
After the fat auntie got up and left again, Qu Sen counted the things in the backpack. Since he had lost the M16, the magazine and the bullets in the stocking were useless.
The Glock pistol was in an unloaded state. The body of the gun was very dirty, but the two spare magazines were still there. The gaps were also very dirty, full of dried water stains.
After checking that there were no problems with the function of the gun, Qu Sen, who was in an unknown environment, felt really relieved.
He felt relieved not because he had a small pistol in his hand, but because the other party had saved him and didn't take the gun away. This meant that the other party didn't have any malicious intentions.
Qu Sen picked up the tactical watch and looked at the time. He was a little dumbfounded. The date on the watch showed that it was April 30th.
The special forces went out on a mission in the early morning of the 27th, which meant that three days had passed.
"Brother, don't tell me that I've been recognized as a martyr?" Qu Sen scratched his slightly sticky hair and thought in a daze. He thought about it again and muttered, "No, theoretically, I should be considered a missing person!"
Qu Sen wanted to wipe the gun, but after sitting for a while, he felt a little dizzy. He stuffed the things back into the backpack and carefully lay down. His hand touched the pillow, and his fingertips touched something cold.
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