"Your arm injury is extremely serious. If you'd come one or two days later, you wouldn't have been able to keep this arm. Even if we managed to save it, it would basically be useless from now on. You wouldn't be able to do any heavy work." Liu Dou's expression was grave, and he spoke in a stern tone.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhao's eyes widened in shock, disbelief filling them. Unable to believe his ears, he asked, "How could it be this serious? I've been injured before, but it was never this frightening."
"Your arm isn't merely injured. It's already severely infected. We need to sterilize it immediately, or the bacteria will keep spreading. By then, your entire body will be affected." As Liu Dou spoke, he rummaged through the medicine box.
Before long, he took out a small jar.
This was a spray that killed bacteria. Only professional doctors could buy it easily; ordinary people needed to go through complicated procedures to obtain it.
Zhang Zhao suddenly understood. Raising his right hand to scratch his head, he said ruefully, "So it was infected. No wonder it hurt so much. My previous injuries never made me suffer this badly. How did I fail to notice sooner?"
As he sprayed medicine on Zhang Zhao's arm, Liu Dou patiently explained, "After an infection, your body will grow weaker and weaker. Then you'll develop a fever, and your immunity will plummet."
"You're not far from developing a fever now. Once that happens, it'll be extremely dangerous. Even I won't be able to save you."
"If it really reaches that point, can the hospital treat me?" Zhang Zhao asked apprehensively, deep worry showing in his eyes.
"The hospital has professional equipment and medicine. If your condition really deteriorates that far, the only way