How could bruising and pain caused by a comminuted fracture be treated?
The quickest method was naturally to simply cut off the part with the comminuted fracture.
Once it was cut off, bruising and the like would no longer exist.
Martin Benítez let out a muffled groan. This time, he did not scream again. Instead, he clamped down hard on his wrist, trying to slow the bleeding.
The herd of hippos in the distance was startled by the three severed fingers and temporarily stopped charging forward. They sniffed at the bloody scent of the fingers, then turned and left.
They showed nothing but disdain for such strange food.
Several crocodiles by the shore, on the other hand, took the opportunity to swim into the water, heading toward where the fingers had fallen. The scent of blood had drawn them in.
"Please let me go back and bandage my wound. Otherwise, I may not be able to take you to see Pablo," Martin Benítez said slowly, his face drenched in sweat.
The pain of having his fingers cut off was actually much less than before, now within the limits of what he could endure.
Shen Feng nodded, released him, and followed him toward the villa.
The villa itself stood deep within the jungle. Back then, Pablo had chosen this remote, uninhabited place to evade searches by the Colombian military police and Eagle Country's Drug Enforcement Administration.
Therefore, despite the more than one hundred corpses, along with the gunfight and explosions just now, no one would come here anytime soon.
If no one from the Medellín Cartel came, perhaps no one would set foot here again for years, even decades.
After a few years, nothing would remain but a pile of dry bones inside the villa.
Martin Benítez staggered into the villa,