novelaction Chapter 292 About Treatment Needles
Chapter 292 About Treatment Needles
Gannon didn't care too much. He just took a chair and sat down. Looking at Yi Beiwang's decadent appearance, he said, "I've already told the postman. Don't expect to improve your melee ability in the short term."
"Don't rush to refute. We've thought about it carefully. It's not your problem. It's that we're all too strong. It's normal that you can't beat us. So you just need to practice your fighting skills."
Damn, that's really hurtful.
Although I know I am lame, please don't praise me.
Yi Beiwang was about to complain when he saw Gannon take out a book from under the bed and put it in his hand.
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary diary. Yi Beiwang glanced through it and saw some of Gan Nong's thoughts and experiences on the treatment.
Including the diseases and injuries that may be encountered in Mojave, how to deal with them, where to find what kind of herbs, what effects these herbs have, etc.
Wow, it’s like a survival guide.
If this were put in a game, it would have to be a skill book that could add medical skills.
After flipping through a few pages, Yi Beiwang pointed at some external injuries and asked, "Logically, these injuries can be cured by acupuncture. Why do you have to use such a troublesome method?"
After asking this question, Yi Beiwang wanted to take back what he said.
There is something wrong with what I said: Why not eat meat? Wasteland version.
What is the situation in Mojave, what is the situation in the Federation, can the two sides be compared?
You can pick some wild vegetables and fruits to eat by just walking a few steps in the Federation, and if all else fails, you can bully the radioactive cockroaches.
People here can't even afford drinking water, and I'm actually thinking of letting them use treatment needles. I'm afraid that treatment needles are more expensive than human life.
As he expected, Gannon shook his head helplessly and said, "How long have you not been to the market? Do you know how many bottle caps a treatment needle sells for now?"
"Five hundred bottle caps! That many bottle caps are enough to buy several lives."
"Excuse me, are you from a very wealthy place? Otherwise you can't ask such a question."
Yi Beiwang nodded and said, "To be honest, I came here from the East Coast. The level of wealth there is totally incomparable to here."
"Take the treatment needle for example. You can find it in any ordinary medical box. It will be used for any minor wound."
As he spoke, Yi Beiwang took out a brand new treatment needle and handed it to Gannon.
Gannon took the treatment needle and stroked it gently, feeling the long-lost touch, and was suddenly filled with emotion.
"You know what? I've already researched how to use cactus instead of a medical syringe. The columnar cactus you can see everywhere has hollow thorns. Maybe it can be used as a syringe."
"The only place in New Vegas that still produces Stimpaks is the Las Vegas Strip, but there are hardly any Stimpaks being produced there."
"I originally thought that it would be difficult to see such a new treatment needle again in my lifetime."
"It's ironic that the treatment needle, which is a life-saving device, is now more expensive than human life and is even destroying human lives."
Hearing this, Yi Beiwang asked in confusion: "Destroy? What does that mean? Are there any side effects of the treatment needles here?"
Gannon shook his head and replied, "I don't think you've ever been hit by a bullet, or even used a med needle."
"The treatment needle can heal the wound quickly, but what if there is still a bullet in your body that has not been removed? In that case, using the treatment needle is equivalent to sealing the bullet in your body."
"Remember the Khorne gang I told you about? They love to torture people for fun by piercing their bodies with spears and then injecting them with healing needles."
"If you see anyone from Khorne in the future, do not hold back and kill them if you can."
Yi Beiwang nodded, then took out dozens of treatment needles and planned to give them to Gannon.
Seeing this, Gannon accepted it without hesitation, and then asked: "If possible, can I take a little blood sample from you?"
"Don't get me wrong. I just noticed that your recovery ability is faster than others. I want to do some research to see if I can optimize and mass-produce a cheap healing needle."
"If you don't want to, then I will..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Yi Beiwang take out a syringe and pierce his arm, directly drawing out a large tube of blood.
Then he waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's just a few hands, buddy, don't be polite to me, it's just a little blood, take it and use it as you like."
As he spoke, blood was oozing from his arm, which looked somewhat strange and indescribable.
Gannon quickly took out some medicine powder to stop Yi Beiwang's bleeding, but he saw him take out a bottle of blue-glowing Coke and drank it, and then the needle hole healed right in front of him.
My goodness, this is outrageous.
Gannon had never seen such an outrageous physique. Even if the postman was injured, he had to take the medicine honestly.
He didn't say anything else, and quickly took Yi Beiwang's blood out, intending to store it in the refrigerator in the bar.
At the same time, the postman came in with a bag in his hand, and no one knew what was inside.
The postman sat where Gannon had just sat, looked at Yi Beiwang and smiled, "You've recovered well. Let's not practice melee combat skills for now. Do you want to practice something else?"
Yi Beiwang: ...
It’s over. Is it too late to pretend to be anemic now?