Chapter 1706
Such an inhuman side
Seeing that the bandits reacted, Wang An continued to tempt them:
"Okay, tell me everything you want to know. I still have some wine. I'll let you eat and drink your fill before you set off. How does that sound?"
At this moment, Wang An was like the Big Bad Wolf tempting Little Red Riding Hood; he appeared kind and gentle, with no aggression, but his wicked schemes were hidden very well.
But he forgot that just moments ago, he had slapped the bandit twice.
So, the bandit's eyes instantly turned red, and he once again let out a series of "woo woo woo woo" sounds.
Although Wang An didn't know what the bandit was "whimpering" about, he could tell from the bandit's expression that the bastard was definitely cursing him, and cursing him very rudely.
So the warm smile on Wang An's face vanished instantly, and he instinctively poked the scalding hot roe deer rib in his hand directly at the lump below the bandit's penis.
The temperature of freshly cooked roe deer ribs must be around 100 degrees Celsius. In the time it takes to say these two sentences, the temperature will probably drop a few degrees. But even a temperature of over 90 degrees Celsius is not something that human skin can withstand!
What's more, that treacherous Wang An is the one who poked the bandit's crotch.
You should know that a man's penis is the most vulnerable part of his body.
So, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, immediately came from the bandit's throat.
Unfortunately, because the bandit's mouth was stuffed with rags, his screams were not loud at all, but sounded muffled.
Wang An circled the roe deer ribs and scalded the bandit for quite a while, until a bunch of blisters appeared on the piece. Only then did Wang An glare at the ribs with wide eyes and say angrily:
"Fuck you, you've really given me a hard time. You won't talk, huh? Fine, we'll play slowly then, fuck you."
Turning his head, Wang An shouted to Huang Zhong:
"Xiao Zhong, go and get the wound medicine I brought. Also, pinch off a small piece of that black ointment, about the size of a grain of rice. Hurry up."
The reason Wang An brought black ointment with him on this trip into the mountains was actually for the horses.
In these deep mountains and forests, no one knows what might happen; people can get sick, and so can horses.
Wang An had prepared a full range of medicines for people, but he didn't know what medicine to prepare for horses.
The main problem is that Wang An isn't a veterinarian, so if the horse shows any symptoms, he wouldn't be able to tell what's wrong!
So, on his father Wang Dazhu's advice, Wang An took a piece of black ointment the size of a ping-pong ball.
According to Wang Dazhu, large livestock such as mules, horses, donkeys, and cattle have a strong self-healing ability. As long as they are helped to get through the most dangerous period, they can completely overcome it.
Even if we can't get through this completely, we can at least hold on for a few more days and at least help others with some work.
Although it's a bit cruel, it's the only way to do it in these mountains.
Of course, this black ointment can be used on people as well as horses. In case someone is seriously injured and can't hold on any longer, a little bit can be used in an emergency.
At the very least, this thing can keep people going until they leave the mountains and reach the hospital.
Huang Zhong put down his bowl and chopsticks, turned around and ran into the tent. Soon, he came out with a medicine bottle and a small piece of black ointment.
All the medicines Wang An took into the mountains were stored in the possession of the four people on this trip. The main reason for this was that the medicines were there to save lives; if they couldn't even be found, then their existence would be meaningless.
Wang An took the medicine bottle, poured some wound medicine powder on the four gunshot wounds of the bandit, and then casually picked up a wooden stick from the ground and stuck it into the wounds.
This wasn't because Wang An intentionally wanted to torture the bandits, but rather to insert the medicinal powder into the wound.
After all, wound medicine can only have a healing effect when it comes into full contact with the wound.
Although Wang An didn't do it intentionally, the bandit couldn't bear the pain any longer. His whimpering grew louder, and his whole body trembled and writhed uncontrollably. Sweat poured down his head at a visible rate. This showed just how much pain the bandit was in.
However, Wang An still had a smiling face. After poking one wound, he moved the wooden stick in his hand to the next wound.
What followed was, of course, the bandits' even louder "whooshing" sounds and their bodies shaking even more violently.
When he poked at the third wound, Wang An still chuckled and comforted the bandit, saying:
"Just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon. Let me tell you, this wound medicine of mine is really expensive, but it works really well. By tomorrow, your wound will be almost completely scabbed over."
However, Wang An then slowly continued:
"But if you still don't tell me, I'll reopen all your wounds tomorrow, and then I'll personally apply the medicine. Hehehehe, don't worry, you definitely won't die."
Although the bandit was in excruciating pain, the look in his eyes when he looked at Wang An was no longer arrogant; instead, it carried a hint of fear.
Yes, it was fear, raw, unadulterated fear.
This scene made Mu Xueli, Wang Li, and Huang Zhong's lips twitch, and their faces showed a look of pity.
Although the three of them knew that Wang An could be quite ruthless and cruel at times, they had never personally witnessed such an inhuman side of him.
At this moment, Wang An was nothing short of a living demon.
Only after applying the wound medicine to all four wounds did Wang An screw the cap back on the medicine bottle.
He handed the medicine bottle back to Huang Zhong, then took the black ointment. Wang An examined the tattered cloth covering the bandit's mouth for a moment, then said to Huang Zhong:
"Xiao Zhong, go and get me the water bottle again. I think this idiot can't swallow on his own, I have to force him to swallow it."
"Okay, brother." Huang Zhong replied and turned to run back into the tent.
When Huang Zhong came out with the water bottle, Wang An was seen pinching the bandit's cheeks with his left hand while quickly pulling out the rag that was stuffing in his mouth with his right hand.
Immediately afterwards, Wang An flicked the small amount of black ointment in his hand into the bandit's mouth.
Then Wang An swiftly pinched the bandit's nose with his right hand, while simultaneously calling to Huang Zhong:
"Xiao Zhong, pour some water."
Huang Zhong dared not delay and poured the water into the bandit's open mouth without hesitation.
The bandit shook his head frantically trying to stop him, making "ah ah" sounds, but his head was no match for Wang An's strength.
Moreover, the water instantly filled his mouth, and unable to breathe, he swallowed both the water and the black ointment.
Wang An, seeing that it was about time, then said:
"Alright, alright, he swallowed it."
Huang Zhong stopped pouring water, and Wang An casually picked up the rag that was already covered in dirt and stuffed it back into the bandit's mouth.
The whole movement was incredibly smooth and precise.
Standing up, Wang An didn't look at the bandits, but turned to Huang Zhong and said:
"Get me some water, I need to wash my hands. Damn, this idiot's drool got all over my hands, it's so disgusting."
Throughout the entire sequence, Mu Xueli and Wang Li's lips twitched, their faces filled with discomfort. (End of Chapter)