Chapter 926: Chapter 922 Army Ant Suturing Chapter 926: Chapter 922 Army Ant Suturing Wound treatment required many preparations.

Under the watchful eyes of the spectators, Bi Fang first pulled out the large earthenware jar he had prepared earlier, then, to everyone’s puzzlement, walked around the small grove, occasionally crouching down to shovel lumps of soil into it.

“What’s he doing?”

“Umm, gathering materials?”

“Why does he need soil for treating wounds?”

“You don’t get it, do you? The most important thing about treating wounds is anti-inflammation and sterilization. After treatment, wrap slightly moist soil around the patient and then throw it into the fire to bake. In just a short while, it will be possible to avoid subsequent infection from inflammation.”

“That thing you’re describing sounds like roast chicken.”

He scooped up soil from here and there, and soon the earthenware jar was half-filled with it.

Seeing that it was about enough, Bi Fang returned to Cecil’s side, dug a pit two meters away from it, piled up some kindling, and started a fire.

Only after everything was ready did Bi Fang come before Cecil and rolled up his sleeves.

The main event was about to begin.

The audience in front of the screen perked up with excitement. Although they didn’t understand why Bi Fang was collecting soil, he surely had his reasons, and they just had to watch.

Old Barry, who was hurriedly moving toward the conservation center, felt his heart in his throat.

For many of the onlookers, Cecil might have been a handsome and powerful Lion King, but at the end of the day, perhaps they hadn’t even heard of him before today, and even if he sadly passed away, they would feel no more than a tinge of regret.

But Barry was different; he had known Cecil for over ten years.

As Cecil grew and didn’t die young, showing his inherent talent, Barry had paid close attention to him, full of expectations.

It is extremely difficult for a young lion to grow up, and even harder for one to meet a good end.

Barry had witnessed too many Lion Kings being hunted, countless young lions taken away or killed by newcomers in the pride.

The Ghost Shadow Lion.

The largest wild Lion King in history, weighing 282 kilograms when well-fed, 253 kilograms when hungry; this was before he reached his peak, during his growing phase, with hopes of becoming the first recorded wild African male lion to break the 300-kilogram mark.

But Poachers love to hunt famous lions.

The Ghost Shadow Lion, hunted down in 2013.

Two of the Old Sobek Lion Alliance were hunted in 2000 and 2006.

Both Fabio and Tyson of the Twin Lions were killed.

The entire Old Birmingham Lion Alliance fell prey to hunters.

One of the Jacaranda Alliance was killed.

The Old Ross Trio Lions were hunted.

The Western male lion Madala, killed in 2022.

Skorro’s three young lions, born in late 2014, were on the brink of their prime, known as Bicolor Pupils, Sharp Eye, and Light Skin. By mid-late 2022, the trio took over the Western pride, but Bicolor Pupils mysteriously disappeared at that time.

Old Barry treasured all the Lion Kings of the plains like precious jewels, and even at his advanced age, he could clearly recall the time and place of each Lion King’s death.

There were so many Lion Kings that had been hunted, none of which could be saved from the Poacher’s hands.

Not a single one.

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No, not a single one.

It was as if there had been no murder case, with the police managing to stop it before the victim was killed.

Cecil was an unprecedented first.

Barry felt that this might be his one and only chance in life, he was so hopeful that Cecil could be saved.

Bi Fang opened his water bottle, washing his hands.

Cecil’s fur was clumped together by dried blood, forming solid masses that could only be trimmed away to clean around the wound.

Bi Fang wiped the dagger clean and sterilized it in the flame, then let it cool before making an incision along Cecil’s wound.

The scene was too bloody, so the camera did not directly point at the wound. Instead, it chose a more distant angle, only capturing Bi Fang’s upper body and his elbow, followed by the covered portion of the Lion King Cecil lying on the ground, seemingly asleep.

“When dealing with arrows and knives with blood grooves, you can’t just yank them out, as it’s easy to cause secondary damage. It takes effort to remove them.”

Bi Fang steadied the wound and gripped the arrow, gently shaking it, extracting it bit by bit from the crevices of flesh.

The entire scene resembled an unnamed unlicensed doctor performing an enigmatic flesh surgery on an oblivious patient.

It was still too rushed.

Even though Bi Fang had anticipated a need for treatment and prepared various items in advance, the situation was urgent and the conditions were crude; the measures taken now were only emergency treatment, just enough to stop the bleeding and prevent the wound from worsening.

To really get out of danger, the people from the conservation center needed to arrive quickly and take Cecil back for further treatment.

After removing an arrowhead, Bi Fang turned to retrieve two lichen-like clustered plants, crushing them and applying them to the wound.

“Resurrection plant, also known as Selaginella, is unique to Africa.”

“Many cosmetics companies use it to advertise their products, but its medicinal value is much higher, promoting skin regeneration and treating burns and wounds,”
“Africans brew tea with resurrection plants to fight colds, make ointments to combat inflammation on the skin, and apply its leaves to wounds to speed up healing and even leave no scars–the effects are powerful and have been used for thousands of years.”

“There are many medicinal plants in nature, I picked a few of the most effective ones on the way.”

Following the application of the resurrection plant, Bi Fang cleaned the bloodstains again, then brought out the ceramic jar he had carried from the start, lifting its lid and tapping it gently with his knuckle.

No one had seen the scene unfolding before them and had no idea what Bi Fang was about to do.

Before long, everyone discovered ants of tremendous size crawling out of the jar, each larger than a fingernail, some reaching lengths of over two centimeters, nearly three–large enough to clearly see their fierce mandibles without magnification, causing one to wonder if these were really ants.

Luckily, someone knew their stuff.

“[Africa, they’re so big, are those army ants?]”
“[So was Old Fang digging up ants instead of dirt just now?]”
“[What use are these ants?]”
“[Formic acid can disinfect and sterilize, so they’re using ants for that purpose.]”
And then, what Bi Fang said and did next left millions of viewers in front of the screen speechless.

“It’s not to disinfect and sterilize, but to use army ants to suture the wound.”

Bi Fang took a sizable army ant in one hand, and with the other, he closed the slash on Cecil’s abdomen before pressing the ant to the wound.

Under the zoomed-in camera, everyone clearly saw the army ant’s fierce mandibles biting down on the Lion King’s wound, while Bi Fang, with swift motion, promptly pinched off the ant’s neck, leaving behind only the head with its mandibles.

Continuously tapping on the jar mouth, agitated army ants crawled out one after another, and Bi Fang’s movements were fluid–placing ant after ant on Cecil’s wound and expertly severing their bodies, making it seem as though this wasn’t his first time doing such a thing.

Soon, a slightly curved line resembling the marching of centipedes appeared as the wound “stitches.”

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