Peace and Good Fortune
Luckily, he'd used twenty-eight bandages to seal up those tiny bug holes. Otherwise, with four sets of Big Dipper Divine Fist marks all over him, Sun Fatty probably wouldn't have had much appetite for dinner. Just looking at them was enough to make your skin crawl.
The stainless-steel instrument tray was full of squirming maggots, fat and white. Ugh!
Sun Nanzheng broke out in a cold sweat. He rubbed the back of his head, only to touch two bandages on his neck. There were two bug holes there, too. Shuddering, he asked, "I'm not going to have any aftereffects, am I?"
Li Bai said unconcernedly, "Relax. Just go to the Medical Team's emergency clinic later and ask for three third-generation cephalosporin pills. Take one a day for three days, and you'll be fine."
Besides painkillers, the maggots' secretions also contained antibacterial substances. The risk of infection only arose after they were removed, and three long-acting, broad-spectrum cephalosporin pills were more than enough to prevent it. Honestly, he'd be fine even without taking them. The body's natural immune response would close up the wounds on its own, and the white blood cells would perish along with the bacteria that had multiplied there. At most, his white blood cell count would be elevated for a short time before returning to normal.
He casually tossed the little maggots out of the car. There was no need to worry about them; they'd dry out and die soon enough, or some passing bird would eat them.
The two of them returned to the dormitory to grab their mess tins and chopsticks, then hurried to the cafeteria, arriving just in time to catch the last of dinner.
There were sweet-and-sour ribs on the special menu today, and the chef had done a