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My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 664

Chapter 664
Darkness reigned the sky. They stood on the black, sticky ground with torches in their hands and looked around nervously, afraid that giant mosquitoes would fly over.
The golden flames shone on their anxious and vigilant faces, as their rest tonight was completely disrupted by the giant mosquitoes.
Those huge black striped mosquitoes had almost half the height of a human. Their sucking blood vessels were long and pointy, and their bellies were filled with rotten blood. It was hideously disturbing to see the splash of putrid blood spilled when they were killed.
At this time, the limbs of seven or eight giant mosquitoes that had been killed by them were separated. They looked no different from ordinary mosquitoes, albeit astonishingly larger.
Charles glared at the pool of stinky blood on the ground and still felt a little angry. He lifted his foot and wanted to trample on the mosquito corpse again.
“… Don’t touch these mosquitoes!” Patrick shouted in an impatient tone.
Charles stopped in midair and looked at him in astonishment.
As soon as Crabbie turned around, he saw Patrick’s injury and said anxiously, “Mr. Hopkins, your arm…” It was red and swollen as if there were even some water blisters, appearing quite terrible.
“Giant mosquitoes have a layer of fine phosphorus on them. Don’t touch them.”
Patrick tried his best to remain calm, but his arm was already abnormally itchy and uncomfortable. His skin was burning and painful.
“Don’t scratch. It might get worse.”
“Mr. Hopkins, take off your coat first.”

  • I think we’d better stay away from these dead mosquitoes, lest the phosphorus powder floating in the air can also touch our skin. That would be terrible.”
    Panck was injured, and everyone began to discuss nervously,
    Everyone let the place 500 meters away, but they did not dare to go too far. It was quiet in the night, and there was hardly anything visitate in the darkness around then, Who knew what kind of beast they would encounter?
    Patrick look off tus coat At that time, he just accidentally touched the leg of the giant mosquito with some phosphorus powder. But now his night arm was red and swollen and there were blisters. It looked like his skin was rotting
    It was extremely itchy and painful.
    Patrick didn’t cry out for pain or itch. He just frowned, but everyone knew that he must be feeling bad.
    “… Try this herb.” Christina was rummaging through the grass by the side with a torch. She pulled out a few herbs, took a stone, and smashed them. She picked up the crumbs of the herbs and applied them to Patrick’s red and swollen arms.
    Before everyone could see the yellow and green residue of herbs in her hand, Patrick trembled and gasped in pain at the sudden burning on his arm due to the stimulus of the herbs.
    “What the hell are you doing?”
    “Don’t use Mr. Hopkins as your test subject. Are you capable? Or are you going to cripple his arm?”
    Crabbie and the others were loyal to Patrick. Seeing that even Mr. Hopkins trembled in pain, they knew that it must be extremely pa
    Christina felt a little uncertain at their reprimand. “), I just wnat to try…”
    She remembered that there was a time when Samba hunted in the forest, and his arm was also injured to such a state. He had treated his injury by covering the wound with the leaves of this herb.
    Patrick himself did not look angry. He endured the burning pain in his arm and said solumnly, “Mind your own business.”
    Crabbie stopped scilding awkwardly. They picked up logs, lit a fire, and took turns to watch the night.
    “Does it hurt?” Christina knew that Patrick would not scold her, but she still asked anxiously.
    Patrick didn’t say it hurt, nor did he say it didn’t hurt. He only replied with two words, “It’s okay.”
    It meant he could still bear it.
    “Maybe I should take this herb away? I’m not sure myself…” If she indeed made Patrick’s injury even more serious or made his arm completely disfigured or crippled, she would feel guilty.
    “I wouldn’t be crippled. It’s okay.” Patrick was sure how serious the injury was.
    To him, it would be fine if it didn’t hurt his bones and didn’t affect his movements in the future.
    Looking at the woman beside him, Patrick found Christina tied her long hair up in a bun, looking clean and neat. She was always carrying a straw bag, her clothes stained with mud, and even her face was covered in mud. She had suffered a lot in this place.
    Every time Patrick saw her in such a mess, his heart was touched. He was glad that she was not the kind of
    fragile woman. Even if she complained that the environment was too bad, he was unable to provide her with a better one.
    “…Even if my arm becomes ugly, it doesn’t matter to me if you don’t mind,” he suddenly said to her.
    Christina was confused for a moment.
    It was his arm, but did her attitude matter the most?
    Patrick liked to see her thinking slowly. With a smile on his face, he reached out his other hand to wipe the mud off her face and said with a chuckle,… “I’m already married, so why do I need to mind visual problems? It’d be fine if you don’t mind.”
    Christina blushed and replied, “It would be scary if it’s too ugly.”
    “… Then I’ll try to look better.” Patrick tried to be humorous.
    Christina looked at him in astonishment, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
    Patrick didn’t know anything about romance and gentleness. Even if they were together now, he wouldn’t take too much care of her. He didn’t take care of his woman as much as other men did. It was really boring to marry a man like him.
    Crabbie and Gary always glanced at them worriedly, but they didn’t dare to disturb them.
    About three hours later, The pain on Patrick’s right arm covered with the herbal residue started to moderate from the unbearably intense burning feeling at the beginning. The previous itch and burning sensation gradually subsided, and it was not prickling anymore as he felt his skin a little cold.
    “… You can be our pharmacist now.” Patrick praised her.
    When Christina heard his words, she was finally relieved and smiled glowing with delight, which stricken Patrick beside her absent-minded.
    He hadn’t seen her so happy for a long time.
    “… Christina, could you help me with that leaf you said to be able to reduce inflammation? I don’t want to arnputate my leg.” On the other side, the wounded man who was bitten by a big carp took the opportunity to curry favor and shout.
    “Okay.”
    Christina was very quick at her work. She found a few grass leaves she needed, hammered them with a stone, and then went over to apply them to the wounds inhumanely. She grabbed a handful of herb dregs and patted them against the wounded man’s rotten feet, arousing a painful howl.
    Christina, could you be slightly more gentle?
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    Charles and Gary looked at him sympathetically. But it was indeed their blessing that Christina was there, though she was but a dabbler in medicine. Under such a circumstance, they could only snatch at every possible straw.
    Since then, they had no objections to Christina’s gathering those weird-looking herbs, and they even paid extra attention to picking them and helped her keep them in reserve.
    Christina even intended to get the broken limbs of the giant mosquitos. “Wrap them in big leaves. Be careful not to touch the phosphorus powder and it will be fine… Maybe it will be useful sometimes.”
    Christina insisted on keeping the dangerous corpses of the giant mosquitos. “Samba had taught me. It is called make the best use of everything. There will always be times when it’s useful.”
    Patrick didn’t object in the end.
    It was a long night. They had only spent half a day in this wicked place, but they already met such strange creatures. They did not know what else they would encounter in the future.
    Charles sighed. “If I had known, I would have stayed on the Wilding Island.”
    “I wonder what’s going on in the Wilding Island. Is the disease under control?”
 
 

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