365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
Helping Others
I grabbed her legs with one hand, then another hand held her wings, and raised them carefully, so as not to scratch me.
Looking at this big, fat rooster, I almost drooled.
“Eh, this is a hen.” I was a little surprised. I saw his relatively small rooster and the tail feathers were not so bright.
If this is a hen, then it should not kill her, we can keep her until she lays eggs, and can eat eggs. I glanced at Elizabeth, "Go home and bring me a birdcage."
I put this big hen in a cage. This rebellious hen wants out.
"Friends come here, look what I caught." I went inside screaming.
Patricia ran over frantically, "You're fast in, there's someone barging in!”
"Man?" I was surprised, and put the birdcage on the ground, and went into the camp.
Next to the bonfire, some of them aimed the bamboo sticks they had in their hands at a man covered in blood!
And this man, he was wearing a steward uniform, his stomach was injured, his face was pale, and he was biting a piece of dried venison in his mouth!
"Who are you?" I looked at him and asked.
This steward was initially very scared, but as soon as he saw me enter, his eyes twinkled and pointed towards me, "Sister, please, please, please..."
I saw this child that suddenly appeared. He wore a steward uniform, a quick haircut, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He's quite handsome.
Half his body was covered in blood, his thighs and arms were bruised, and the most serious wound was a puncture in his stomach.
It seemed to be stabbed with a sharp weapon, the wound was deep, the blood was making the clothes wet. With this severe injury he was still able to live, his life was truly enormous.
“Kak, save me, we ‘kan one country, you can't let me just like that.” He stretched out his hand weakly, begging me to save him.
I looked at him, wondering why he could be like this, this was too sad.
"He's Satria, the man in the camp I told you about. I remember, you were chased by primitive humans, why was it hurt so badly?” Zhafira looked at him while covering her mouth.
"It is precisely because it was captured by the primitive humans. I was looking for an opportunity to run away when I saw they were off guard.” Satria's face was very pale, and her hands covered her wounds.
“Do you know Sherly? Where is he? Is she okay?!” Patricia asked in surprise.
"Sher, Sherly? You mean Miss Sherly from Sunny Entertainment? He was also taken away by primitive humans and locked up" Satria said.
"Sister, can you ask me later? Can you help me? If you don't help me, I could die.”.
“She knows where Sherly is, quickly save her.” Patricia grabbed my hand anxiously.
I nodded, "Okay, no matter how we are still one country, I also can't possibly let you just like that.”
“Anna, help me see the wound.” Anna and I walked over and squatted down next to Satria.
“You hang on for a while, he is a doctor.” I pat Satria on the shoulder.
Satria was so weak that her breath gasped, "I, I'll hold her..."
Anna tore off the clothes she had injured, Satria took a breath, her face grimacing in pain.
I took the stone from the side, "Gigit, hold it."
"The wound is not very deep. Not impaled to the inside. Just need to clean the wound and bandage it.” Anna said, “I go grab a medicinal plant, you clean her wound.”
I nodded, “Take water.” Elizabeth took the water and gave it to me.
I cleaned Satria's wound with water, when Anna came, she applied the medicinal herbs on Satria, then wrapped the wound in clothes.