Li Long had no time for milk tea and hurried over to check on Talihaal.
The wounds on his head and face hardly needed mentioning. They had clearly been scratched by branches, and although they looked awful, they were not actually very serious.
Talihaal was sitting on the wooden kang with one leg stretched across it and the other bent, his foot on the floor. Li Long immediately spotted bandages on the leg resting on the kang, too.
The injury to his right arm was quite serious. Li Long gestured, and he and Harimu slowly unwound the gauze.
Li Long had brought this gauze himself. Once it was removed, he saw that the arm had swollen to the size of a thigh. The wound on the upper arm was twelve or thirteen centimeters long, red and swollen, and oozing yellow fluid.
"How many days ago were you hurt?" Li Long's expression grew grave. This was clearly infected.
"More than two days." Talihaal was still clearheaded. He twisted his mouth, tugging at a wound, and flinched in pain before saying quietly:
"Three days ago, I had nothing to do, so I took my gun out, thinking I might shoot a red deer or something. There were red deer hoofprints in the mountains near us. I followed them over two mountains, and when I found the deer, they were running uphill. I chased them, thinking I might catch one alive.
"But halfway up, a herd of wild boars came charging down the mountain. They were so fast that they knocked me straight over. I had no time to dodge, and then a big boar tossed me up with its snout and flung me into the snow..."
"You're lucky to be alive!" Li Long could smell the Baiyao sprinkled on the wound. He