Cleaning Up The Wound

A dozen wooden houses outside could be chosen, but they chose the most inconspicuous one on the far side where she was. Lucille frowned. Although she did not like these people, she did not say anything. There was no bed in the wooden house, and there were only a few gray, rough wooden planks on the ground. Samuel lay Charles on the wooden planks, looked up, and said to Lucille, "I have to find a way to clean your brother's wounds. He's unconscious now, and I'm afraid that he'll be in danger if this goes on." "I know, but..." Zoey's face was full of embarrassment. "Where will you get the medicine? We have nothing now." Samuel was speechless. She was right. How could anyone cure the sick and save lives without any medicine? Without medical supplies, everything would be in vain! Hendric came in. When he heard these words, he leaned forward and said, "Hey, since you guys major in medicine, why don't you guys search for herbs in the mountains or something as they do on television? You may b