The itchy feeling of ecstasy woke Qu Sen up from his drowsiness. A ray of sunlight penetrated into the room from the direction of the door, and fell on his body to bring a slight burning warmth.

It makes the wounds on the waist more itchy and makes every corner of the room look particularly dark.

After moving his body a little, the numbness and itch on his butt instantly turned into a tearing pain. Qu Sen couldn't help but let out a low voice.

"I won't be able to travel through time!" After a moment of adaptation, a ridiculous thought passed by Qu Sen's mind.

The idea was not that he had too much imagination, but that the environment he was in was really suspicious.

The completely wooden room has no beds. The place where you lie is a bamboo table similar to tatami. The mattress below and the thin quilt covered with coarse cloth, with blue prints on it, which looks very similar to folk crafts sold at tourist attractions.

The low tables and stools, small window frames, and door frames without doors are all very age-like in style and craftsmanship.

He barely supported his upper body with his soft arms and looked out. His feet were extremely sunny, and in the blazing light, he could vaguely see some broad-leaf green plants and bright red flowers, as if they were yellow stamens.

The slight sound of Qu Sen wakes up quickly attracted the attention of people outside the house. The sound of footsteps sounded, and then a figure appeared at the door.

The sun was too bright outside, and the person who came in was just a black shadow in Qu Sen's eyes. The shadow was a bit huge, and it was probably possible to tell that it was a woman, or an aunt.

"Nia  Nia slave~(Are you awake?)" When the other party spoke, Qu Sen confirmed that he was an aunt, a very fat aunt.

I almost asked: "Which dynasty is it now and which emperor is." But before asking the stupid question, I realized that the other party was speaking Burmese.

"Uh~ May I ask..." Qu Sen discovered that his voice was hoarse, and only made a few sounds, and his throat hurt like a fire.

"Touch and sleep, just like you are touching and sleeping (don't move, don't move!)" The fat aunt stopped Qu Sen from getting up, pressed him back on the mattress, and lifted up the thin quilt on his body.

Qu Sen then realized that he was actually naked, not completely naked, and there were many white coarse cloth strips wrapped around his body. Seeing that there were many unwashed Chen blood marks on the coarse cloth strips, Qu Sen's hair stood up.

I thought to myself, but I didn't know if I had eaten it. I used this to wrap my wounds. There was nothing wrong with it, but I guess I could get sepsis.

Just when Qu Sen was worried, the fat aunt started to take action and unbuttoned the wounded strip.

There was no problem with dismantling the cloth strips on the back and waist. When the fat aunt reached out to untie it, it was wrapped like a short skirt and wrapped around the coarse cloth strips on the wound on the butt. Qu Sen was embarrassed and quickly reached out to stop the fat aunt's movements.

But the fat aunt laughed and acted like lightning. She untied the tucked cloth tips with extraordinary skill.

Qu Sen, who was seriously lacking a sense of "security", could only protect the part that should be protected with both hands, and his back was facing the fat aunt.

The action involved the wound, and the itchy and tear-like pain temporarily made Qu Sen lose his ability to move. The fat aunt pulled the cloth strip wrapped around Qu Sen's butt cleaned it in a few strokes.

This is great, Qu Sen dared not move at all.

He bent his body and turned his back to the fat aunt, which made it convenient for her to check the wound. When the thick cloth piece covering several wounds was removed, Qu Sen couldn't help but look back.

The thick cloth piece is dark green and viscous. Judging by the astringent smell and the faint grassy scent, the things that look a little disgusting should be mashed plant rhizomes, leaves, etc.

Although I don’t know how useful these original medicinal herbs are for wound recovery, Qu Sen felt a little more at ease when he saw those coarse cloth bandages with old blood stains that were not directly attached to his wounds.

The fat aunt carefully cleaned the herbs on several wounds, and the wounds on her back and buttocks were not visible, but the blood grooves from the quilt on her waist could be seen.

Not bad, it has not turned white or swollen, it has closed its mouth, and it looks like the effect of the herbs is pretty good. This makes Qu Sen's heart feel more at ease.

"Is it like sleeping~" After the fat aunt helped Qu Sen clean up the wound, she patted his shoulder and said, then got up and went out.

Qu Sen couldn't understand what she was saying, and after he waited for someone to go out, he slowly turned around and looked out with his eyes narrowed.

After a while of slowing down, his eyesight gradually adapted to the light outside.

What is facing outside the door is indeed a cluster of extremely bright green plants with flowers blooming. The surroundings are not empty, and there are several very exquisite wooden buildings within the sight, and the buildings are connected by wooden corridors.

If the differences in architectural style and plants are excluded, it will almost give people a feeling of being in the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River.

The footsteps sounded again, and Qu Sen quickly returned to his side and faced his butt to the door.

The fat aunt is back, but this time she brought a lot of things.

The large black copper pot contained green juice squeezed from unknown plants, and half a pot of mashed herb paste.

The fat aunt first used a piece of unclean rag and stained with green juice to wipe all the wounds on Qu Sen's body. It hurt a little, but it was very cool.

After "cleaning" the wound, the fat aunt picked up the thick cloth piece she had used before, shook off the old herbs on it, grabbed some new ones with her hands and patted them on it, and then covered the wound.

After all the wounds were pasted, the coarse cloth strips that had been removed were sorted out and wrapped around Qu Sen again.

With Qu Sen's cooperation, the bandaging work went smoothly. After a while, Qu Sen's body was wrapped in coarse cloth strips again.

"Follow the rage, um~ follow it?" Qu Sen plundered his head for a long time and tried hard to recall a sentence that the Burmese language "thank you" learned when the special forces were in language class before.

It was probably because Qu Sen's pronunciation was too bad. The fat aunt reacted for a long time before she guessed it and found out the meaning. She laughed so hard that she fell back and forth.

Qu Sen was very worried about whether he had made a mistake in his statement and said something strange to people.

He quickly said, "Thank you, Thanks, Thank you~"

"Bi~Bi~" The fat aunt nodded with a smile, signaling that she could understand, then reached out and carefully helped Qu Sen sit up, picked up the copper pot and directly sent the mouth of the pot to Qu Sen's mouth.

"Damn~" Qu Sen sighed the astringent smell of grass that was a little choking, and lamented in his heart. He had drunk Chinese medicine, but shouldn't it be cooked before drinking it? This juice is directly squeezed...and is it for both internal and external use?

"Down, fall down~" The fat aunt didn't care what Qu Sen was thinking about. She gave Qu Sen's mouth to her mouth. Seeing that he didn't drink, she urged her.

"I probably won't die of drinking~" Given that his wound seemed to have recovered well, Qu Sen tried his best to comfort himself.

Then, he frowned and poured all the "freshly squeezed" herbal juice into his stomach.

The taste is actually OK. There should be mint leaves in it. At least after drinking it, my throat feels much more comfortable. However, I dries half a pot in one breath and my stomach is a little rebellious.

Qu Sen didn't know how long he had been sleeping. When he woke up, he didn't feel that he was very hungry at this moment, but his stomach was filled with herbal juice, which was as if it would turn the situation back in the next second.

This feeling is very contradictory, my stomach is bloated, and I am really hungry...

After a brief tidy up, the fat aunt left again with her stuff, and came back soon. This time she was carrying a camouflage backpack.

Qu Sen recognized that it must be the one he carried before.

The fat aunt put the backpack next to Qu Sen, then pulled out the belt, took out a set of jungle combat uniforms from it, and the shirt and jeans given by Dr. Yu.

Qu Sen looked at it and found that the clothes were cleaned and the damaged parts on the combat uniforms were also sewn.

"Thanks!"

Qu Sen thanked him and picked up the clothes and wanted to wear them, but was stopped by the fat aunt.

The other party gestured for a long time before Qu Sen understood that the fat aunt's meaning was probably that he had injuries on his body and had to sweat, otherwise he would be prone to infection.

Qu Sen dared not not listen to this. A world where the wound is treated depends entirely on herbs. If the wound is infected, what is the difference between death?

Seeing that there was something in the backpack, Qu Sen reached out and flipped it. The magazines, pistols, bullet-loaded socks, biscuits, empty water bottles, individual telephones and tactical watches were all in the bag, and the US dollars stuffed into the inner bag were also there.

Thinking that the other person had saved him at least, Qu Sen quickly drew out a dozen US dollars, but didn't count it, and directly sent it to the fat aunt.

US dollars are good things, and there are probably not many people around the world who don’t know. The fat aunt wanted it, but she was a little embarrassed. She said polite words that Qu Sen couldn’t understand, and pushed them for a few times, then happily stuffed the money into her clothes.

After the fat aunt got up and left again, Qu Sen counted the things in her backpack. The M16 was lost, and the magazines and bullets in the socks were useless.

The GLOCK pistol is in a state of retrenchment, the body of the gun is very dirty, both magazines are in there, and the gap is also very dirty, all of which are dry water marks.

I checked the gun function without any problems, which made Qu Sen, who was deeply in an unknown environment, feel truly at ease.

I feel at ease not because I have a small pistol in my hand, but because since the other party saved me and has not taken away the gun, it means that I have basically no malice to him.

After picking up the tactical watch and looking at the time, Qu Sen was a little stunned. The date above actually showed April 30th.

The special forces team took out a mission in the early morning of the 27th, which means that three days have passed.

"My buddy is not already being chased as a martyr, right?" Qu Sen thought blankly with his somewhat sticky hair, and then thought about it: "No, in theory, it should be a missing person!"

He wanted to wipe the gun, but after sitting for a while, Qu Sen felt a little dizzy, so he stuffed the thing back into the backpack and lay down carefully. His hand touched the pillow and his fingertips touched a cold thing.
Chapter completed!