Super Zoo

The cave echoed with one scream after another...

Huiya and Haidong Qing, standing guard outside the cave, looked at each other. Initially ready to rush behind the waterfall to 'save someone,' fortunately, Suming notified them in time with his spiritual power, and this group of creatures obediently stayed by the pond to keep watch.

The screams inside the cave gradually turned into low moans.

Actually, it didn't take long, but Suming felt as if it had been years—the surgery was finally over. Looking at the two bullets that had been removed, he let out a long sigh of relief, exhaustedly sitting down on the ground.

Although the wild man's face was covered in hair, it was still obvious—he looked pale and scary, lying there listlessly, the pile of grass beneath him stained red with blood.

He was rather lucky; none of the three bullets had hit vital parts. The wild man's muscle density was astonishing, two bullets were embedded in his muscles, and one rifle bullet had gone straight through, flying out the other side; therefore, Suming only found two.

As for Suming's surgical skills, they were, of course, horribly bad. This could be judged from the wild man's screams—an indicator of the 'barefoot doctor' Suming's lackluster scalpel work.

When he first cut into the flesh, Suming was able to stay calm, his heart steady and hands without tremor. Although the wild man was in pain, it was a sharp and clear sort of pain, a decisive hurt.

But searching for the bullets in the wound was not so easy. With blood and muddled flesh and bones mixed together and the cave's lighting very dim, it was not easy to find such tiny bullets. Suming himself was a nervously crude man, roughly equivalent to poking around in the wild man's wounds with his fingers.

The wild man passed out from pain and woke up again several times—a testament to his brute strength, for anyone else might have died from the pain long before.

If the roles were reversed, Suming felt that if he were the wild man, he would rather die than let an amateur like himself perform surgery.

But all of this had finally passed. Compared to surgery, Suming's bandaging skills were obviously much better, using alcohol to disinfect, sewing the wound with thread, applying medicine...

After being busy for most of the day, he was finally done!

"Actually, it's not too bad, huh!" Suming's hands were covered in blood as he took an interested look at the wound on the wild man's thigh, which had been stitched into a flower-like shape.

The wild man was still alive, turning his head to look at his wound and managing to give Suming a silly grin.

That grin seemed to pull at his wound, and he winced, his voice trembling slightly.

"Get some rest. If you don't have a fever by tonight, you can consider your life saved!" Suming told the wild man.

The wild man pointed at the water bottle, seeming thirsty again. Suming passed the water bottle to the wild man, who indeed had a large capacity—he had only drunk half a bottle when entering the cave. Now, with a few gulps, he drained half of the military water bottle, and still seemed to be looking for more, licking his lips and pointing towards the small puddle outside the cave.

"Still drinking? Damn, let me make it clear, if you drink too much, I am not going to attend to your peeing needs!"

Suming was exasperated. It had not been that long, and this savage had already guzzled down five or six jin of water. How big could his stomach possibly be?

The savage looked at Suming with bright, clear, pitiful eyes, making Suming unable to bear it. He waved his hand in surrender, "Alright, alright, I won't abuse a patient. I'll go get you some water." After speaking, he picked up the kettle and stood up, walking outside to find a small puddle and gurgled back with half a kettle of water.

The savage seemed pleased, babbling at Suming in a series of unintelligible noises, then held the kettle with his functioning hand and in a blink, the half kettle of water was gone.

Today, this guy had been shot and operated on by Suming, having teetered between life and death several times. After drinking the water, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a heavy sleep, emitting faint snores.

Suming checked, and the savage's forehead temperature was still normal; he didn't have a fever. At the same time, he noticed that the snoring sound was different from a person's. A person's snore comes from the nose or throat, some overweight people snore from their chest cavity, but the savage, his snoring came from his abdomen, similar to that of a wild beast. Huiya's belly would also rumble when it slept.

Suming was now full of various questions and extremely tired, but there was no time to explore the truth, nor was it the time to sleep. He first left the cave and saw the bodies strewn haphazardly outside, which needed to be dealt with quickly, lest the smell of blood attracted large predators.

Fortunately, the poachers came equipped. Several entrenching tools were a big help for Suming, and Huiya also helped by digging the ground with its front paws. Before long, they dug out a large hole.

Suming scavenged for a while, finding a total of more than six thousand in cash, three bank cards with unknown PINs, a few handguns, and some random trinkets on the bodies.

As the saying goes, wealth is external, you can't take it with you in life or death. Since these people had gone off to meet Marx, they certainly wouldn't need the colorful bills and guns; the great proletarian revolutionary leader might even denounce them as the "black five" and have them criticized by the people even in death.

Given this, Suming took everything and only then pushed the bodies into the hole to bury them. He covered it with a layer of cobblestones so that it looked no different from the surrounding ground.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, when you come out to hustle, you must always pay your dues, Mother Earth is fooling you…" Respecting the dead, Suming murmured several incoherent eulogies, then turned to rummage through the equipment these people had brought.

Guns and ammunition, outdoor tools, hunting equipment, food, and drinking water—apart from the last two, Suming currently had no use for the rest.

Not only were they of no use yet, but most of the items couldn't even be exposed—for instance, the rifles, handguns, and the small pile of shiny bullets wrapped in oil paper would mean trouble if discovered.

But they might come in handy in the future, especially the weapons and ammunition, which were too dangerous to carelessly discard; they might harm the flora or get picked up by children, which would be troubling...

Suming called Diamond Parrot over to help, and they moved all these items to a hidden cave behind the waterfall, placing them in elevated, dry alcoves where they might come in handy in the future.

When all of this was done, it was almost completely dark. Suming left Er Gouzi outside, commanding several wasps to stand guard, and called all the animals into the cave.

Haidong Qing, Huiya, and Diamond Parrot, as the seasoned regulars, were very obedient. Upon entering the cave, they curiously looked around, but without Suming's orders, they didn't dare to wander and all gathered in a large cave facing the savage's, resting for the time being.