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It seemed as if she had made up her mind. Zhao Cuihua pressed her left hand against Lin Tao's back, holding a knife in her other hand as she carefully cut around the wound, preparing to extract the bullet inside.
Zhao Cuihua noticed that Lin Tao's shoulder blade had been shattered by the bullet. Tiny fragments of bone had embedded themselves into the flesh, and after peeling back the bloodied tissue and shattered bone, she finally saw the bullet head within.
At that moment, Lin Tao lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain. He gritted his teeth tightly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
After about ten minutes, Zhao Cuihua finally managed to extract the bullet. Seeing the bloodied bullet in her hand, Lin Tao let out a long sigh of relief. The intense pain had nearly caused him to faint, and now he felt utterly weak, his body limp on the ground.
Noticing that blood was still seeping from Lin Tao's wound, Zhao Cuihua tore open a cloth bag from inside the tent and used strips of fabric to bandage his injury.
"Stay here for a moment; I’ll go find some medicine," she said before leaving the tent to seek out other villagers for anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs.
"Sister," Lin Tao called out weakly, "he's injured. Do you have any antibiotics?"
Zhao Cuihua went from house to house asking around, but most villagers simply waved her off. Due to their hasty retreat up the mountain, many hadn’t thought to bring any medical supplies.
A few households did have medicine, but upon hearing it was for Lin Tao, they pretended not to have any and dismissed her with vague excuses. After all, in such circumstances, medicine was a scarce resource, and these villagers were thinking of saving it for themselves and their families.
It was impossible for them to hand over medicine to someone who was already known as a troublemaker in the village.
After checking every tent without success in finding any anti-inflammatory drugs, Zhao Cuihua sighed and returned empty-handed.
Looking at Lin Tao lying on the ground, breathing heavily, she spoke softly, "You rest here for a while; I’ll make some food and bring it to you."
Zhao Cuihua and Lin Tao did not stay together; for the past few days, Lin Tao had been sharing a tent with Zhao Lizhu while Zhao Cuihua stayed with several women from the Zhao family.
After preparing dinner, Zhao Cuihua brought a bowl into Lin Tao's tent. She watched him eat before returning to her own tent.
The night passed uneventfully. The next morning, Zhao Cuihua went back to Lin Tao's tent to help change the bandage on his wound.
As she slowly unwrapped the cloth, she noticed that Lin Tao's shoulder wound had begun to fester. The skin around it appeared very red and swollen, indicating an infection.
This wasn’t surprising; after all, Zhao Cuihua wasn’t a doctor and didn’t know how to perform surgery properly.
After taking out the bullet, the wound was neither cleaned nor treated, leaving a large number of germs on it. In such a situation, with a deep wound, it would be difficult to avoid infection.
Now, Lin Tao looked extremely weak, his face pale as paper, lying on the ground and breathing heavily. Zhao Cuihua couldn't help him either; after wrapping his wound with a newly torn strip of cloth, she turned and left Lin Tao's tent.
At noon, Zhao Cuihua was carrying a bowl to bring food to Lin Tao when she unexpectedly ran into her father, Zhao DabaO.
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