Chapter 179: Little Ci, Needs a Tetanus Shot
"Ow!"
Although Eggplant's head was hit, it did not let go of the short man's arm. Instead, it bit down even harder.
"Let go, you beast!" The short man's forehead was sweating from the pain, and his blows on Eggplant's head weakened.
At that moment, Meng Ci and Shen Que arrived just in time.
Seeing that the short man still wanted to hit Eggplant's head, Shen Que kicked his hand away.
Meng Ci, seeing that Eggplant's head was already bleeding, gave a cold look. His knife moved swiftly like the wind, cutting the short man's throat.
The short man tried to cover his neck in desperation, but blood gushed out like a fountain, and he slowly lost his breath unwillingly.
"It's okay, Eggplant. He's dead now," Meng Ci patted Eggplant's back, his voice calm and comforting.
"Ow!" Eggplant, looking hurt, nuzzled against his master, lowering his head to show his injury.
Meng Ci crouched down to check. Fortunately, it was only a superficial wound, with no damage to the bone.
They returned to the RV.
Meng Ci took some water from his spatial ring, filled the RV's water tank, and then placed a large basin of water in the sun.
He planned to let the water heat up in the sun and give Eggplant a bath.
After the water in the bathroom was heated, they took turns showering, then began to treat each other's wounds.
"Hisss!"
Shen Que was tending to Meng Ci's shoulder wound, which was caused by an axe.
The axe had been used many times and might have rust on it. What if Meng Ci got tetanus?
Lost in thought, Shen Que inadvertently pressed harder.
Thus, Meng Ci cried out in pain.
"Shen Que, are you trying to kill me?!" Meng Ci glared at Shen Que, trying to snatch the swab from him, but Shen Que refused.
"I understand," Shen Que replaced the swab, dipped it in alcohol, and gently disinfected the wound with a steady hand.
"Xiao Ci, we should go back."
Meng Ci looked puzzled, "Why?"
Shen Que said seriously, "We should go to the hospital and check if they have a tetanus vaccine."
"Your shoulder wound is quite deep; just disinfecting with alcohol might not be enough."
The two looked outside. The axe that had cut Meng Ci's shoulder was lying on the ground, with some red stains on it.
It was unclear whether it was blood or rust.
"I have the tetanus medication here."
Meng Ci retrieved the tetanus medication from his spatial ring.
This item had been taken by Meng Ci from a pharmaceutical factory previously. At that time, it was quietly lying in a cold cabinet, and he stored it in his spatial pocket.
When selecting the medicines for the hospital, Meng Ci carefully chose several items for himself, including tetanus shots and medications for hypertension.
Since the items in his space were in a static state, when he took it out, it still had a slight chill.
"I'll give you the shot," Shen Que said without hesitation.
Meng Ci stepped back, a little fear in his eyes.
"Are you sure you can do it?"
"I've learned before."
Shen Que's grandmother had hypertension and required frequent insulin injections, so Shen Que had found a nurse to teach him how to administer the shots in order to care for his grandmother.
Meng Ci still harbored some doubt, but he knew that having Shen Que give the shot was currently the best option, so he passed the syringe to Shen Que.
Shen Que transferred the medicine from the bottle into the syringe and then patted Meng Ci.
"Kneel on the sofa and pull down your pants."
Meng Ci's eyes widened. "At a time like this, you're still thinking about this kind of thing?!"
Shen Que fell silent. Was he really that desperate?
Both of them had more or less numerous wounds on their bodies, and he wasn't some beast.
"The tetanus shot needs to be injected into the buttocks," Shen Que defended himself.
"Oh!" Meng Ci felt embarrassed.
He was already this old, but as he had never needed a tetanus shot before, he didn't know it had to be injected into the buttocks.
This misunderstanding was all Shen Que's fault. Why did he always have such dirty thoughts?
Meng Ci forced himself to stay calm, knelt on the sofa, and under Shen Que's gaze, lowered his pants a little.
"Lower a bit more!" Shen Que stared at Meng Ci's fair and round buttocks and found it a bit hard to breathe.
If it weren't for the wrong timing, he would have definitely pinned Meng Ci down and taught him a lesson.
"Oh!" Meng Ci obediently pulled his pants down a bit more.
In Meng Ci's memory, the only time he had received an injection in the buttocks was when he was three or four years old, taken to a small clinic by the orphanage director due to a cold.
He never imagined he'd have to go through this again, even at his age.
While his mind wandered, Meng Ci felt a warm finger touch his buttock.
Immediately after, Meng Ci felt a sharp pain.
"Suck in a breath!"
Meng Ci gripped the sofa armrest involuntarily. He didn't expect the shot to hurt so much.
"It's done!" Shen Que's voice came from behind.
"Oh!" Meng Ci slowly pulled up his pants and turned around.
Unexpectedly, a pair of hands suddenly appeared from behind, wrapping around Meng Ci, and with a startled yelp, he was sent all the way to the bed!
Originally, Meng Ci had thought about giving Shen Que an intramuscular injection, but considering that he didn't know how, and what if he made a mistake and harmed Shen Que?
Thus, he reluctantly gave up the idea.
"Rest well. I'll handle things outside," Shen Que said in a deep voice.
After a moment's thought, Meng Ci realized that Shen Que had fewer and less severe wounds, so he nodded and lay on the bed to rest without any guilt.
He even pulled a phone and a bottle of orange juice out of his storage space, enjoying them leisurely.
"Shen Que, don't forget to give Qiezi a bath."
"Okay."
When Shen Que stepped out of the RV, he saw Qiezi had gathered five backpacks in one place and then pulled them open.
It rummaged through the clothes inside each backpack and pushed them aside disdainfully.
Awooo!
It stinks like a wolf!
With its keen sense of smell, Qiezi went through every backpack thoroughly.
It could even tell which items were valuable and which were not.
By the time Shen Que came out, Qiezi had already sorted the items into two piles.
Seeing Shen Que come down, Qiezi picked up a can and asked Shen Que to open it.
Although Qiezi could bite open the can by itself, sometimes it couldn't control its strength and spilled the juice inside.
The juice tasted good, and Qiezi didn't want to waste it.
Since its master wasn't around, Qiezi needed Shen Que's help.
Shen Que put down the alcohol and cotton swabs, opened the can for Qiezi, and after it finished eating, carried Qiezi to the basin.
Shaking the alcohol bottle, Shen Que said, "Stand still, I'll treat your wounds."
Awooo!
Qiezi refused, insisting it was just a minor wound that didn't need treatment.
But Shen Que ignored its refusal, took a towel, and wiped the blood off Qiezi's body.
Qiezi didn't dare to move. After all, the person in front of it was its master, who had taught it life-saving skills, so it could only look at Shen Que with a pleading gaze.
Shen Que paid no attention, cleaned the blood off Qiezi, and began treating its wounds.