Chapter Fifty-Three: Enormous Harvest

  A tiger can kill a black bear, Wang Yang was not surprised. If an adult tiger is placed with a black bear, the tiger will have some advantage, let alone an injured black bear.

  And saber-toothed tigers are not tigers, they are larger and heavier than tigers, although slower and less agile, but for black bears, a relatively slow large wild beast, it is easier to get them.

  It was also slightly injured in the battle, and its lips seemed to be bitten, like applying lipstick, extremely seductive.

  It occasionally sticks out its tongue, licks its lips and cleans the wound.

  After a while, he glanced at Wang Yang and silently dragged the several hundred pound black bear to another place.

  Wang Yang didn't have the mood to care about it either. Now he just wanted to find a way to put his dislocated arm back in place.

  He got down from the tree and hurriedly ran back to the cave, found an adult.

  This tall and sturdy man is in his prime, the mainstay of a family of four, who can bring back a lot of food every day, deeply loved by the people of the tribe.

  He saw Wang Yang coming back and then saw him covering his left hand, ran over to touch it, immediately understood what the problem was, and said something with a "wow wow wow".

  Wang Yang's eyes lit up, could he be a bone setter? It sounds somewhat unrealistic, how could ancient stone-age apes possibly know how to set bones?

  In fact, they really don't know how to set bones, and can't even tell the difference between a fracture and dislocation.

  Wang Yang was greatly disappointed, it seemed he still had to rely on himself, but the problem was, he hadn't studied medicine and didn't know how.

  But it doesn't matter, learning and selling on the spot is his specialty.

  I used to see this kind of scene on TV a lot, where they would just pull and put back the dislocated arm.

  He also understood the principle, pulling apart the misplaced bones and connecting them to the correct ones.

  He immediately asked the adult to help him hold his arm steady.

  To make it easier to remember, he helped the adult come up with a name, Bone Scholar.

  This is absolutely not a prank, it's just Wang Yang's only hope, hoping he can grasp his own arm firmly like an orthopedic doctor.

  He grasped the osteologist's hand and clutched it tightly in his own arm, signaling him to hold on for dear life.

  Then he exerted himself and suddenly retreated backwards with a jerk.

  "A crisp, ear-piercing sound rang out, it was unclear whether it was the friction of bones or the collision of muscles and bones. Wang Yang only felt a heart-wrenching pain, his face turned as pale as snow."

  He took a deep breath and held it in, afraid that if he let it out, he would collapse to the ground like a deflated balloon.

  Sweat poured out of his forehead, and his expression twisted to the extreme.

  Grasp your own arm and push it forward.

  "Hah!" Another crisp sound, Wang Yang couldn't help it, and fell flat on the snowy ground, panting heavily.

  He gently moved his left arm and found that except for the lingering pain, control had returned to his own hands.

  "This is... has become?" Wang Yang himself didn't dare to confirm.

  The osteologist still didn't understand what Wang Yang was doing, he stared with puzzled eyes, not understanding why Wang Yang was looking for trouble, his hand was broken and he should just recover well, but this way, wasn't it going to be even more severe?

  He inexplicably felt a little flustered, wondering if he had just let go of his hand, what did Wang Yang mean?

  Wang Yang didn't know what he was thinking, and he also didn't know what Wang Yang was thinking. He picked up Wang Yang and headed into the mountain cave.

  Leaning against the bonfire, feeling the warmth coming over, Wang Yang felt his left arm more comfortable, and he was a little lucky in his heart, didn't expect that by mistake, he really connected himself.

  He looked out of the window at the world where the big snow was flying, and he still wanted to go out for hunting, but he had to slow down. As the saying goes, "hurt tendons and bones for a hundred days", good nursing is needed.

  Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy throughout his body, grabbed the wooden spear and bone needle and other equipment, and rushed out of the cave without looking back.

  "We've found the black bear's old den!"

  This idea germinated like a virus, quickly occupying his brain, the urgent need for food was not something that could be delayed by minor injuries or illnesses.

  Hunger is a very special feeling, it can drive people crazy and lose their sanity.

  There have been expert scholars who speculated that when a person is hungry to a certain extent, they will produce hallucinations and mistakenly think they smell delicious food.

  At this time, people's brains are all about food. You may be talking about food for a long time to come.

  If two modern people who have accepted higher civilization are placed in a closed room, sooner or later one person will kill the other and eat him.

  This is no exaggeration, human self-destruction starts with food.

  Wang Yang was fortunate that his tribe had not yet reached such a state, although they had experienced days of gnawing on tree bark and knocking on tree roots, but had not yet developed to the point of cannibalism.

  He absolutely wouldn't allow this thing to happen, otherwise he didn't dare confirm whether or not he would be on a par with highly mentally ill people.

  Along the original road, he quickly arrived near the black bear's tree hole, carefully surveyed the surrounding situation, and found that no other animals had approached.

  This is undoubtedly good news, what he worries most about is other animals realizing the black bear is dead and stealing its old nest.

  That guy obviously doesn't have this IQ.

  According to various sources and explorations, black bears' old dens generally yield no gains.

  Because of their similar hibernation habits to other animals, they go on a feeding frenzy in the first three seasons and grow a layer of fat to get through winter.

  But Wang Yang didn't want to miss any opportunity.

  He slowed down his pace and quietly approached the hollow of the big tree.

  Black bears are solitary animals and typically adult bears live alone, but in such a distant era, nothing is impossible.

  This tree hole is a horizontal cut, with the entrance facing upwards. Wang Yang held a wooden spear in his right hand and a wooden board with holes in his left hand.

  Suddenly, he accelerated past, instantly covering the wooden board towards the inside of the cave entrance, and then inserted a wooden spear along the cave.

  "Hehe"

  "Hmmph!"

  Several loud roars were suddenly emitted, and Wang Yang's face changed color - there was a bear inside!

  At this time, it's impossible for him to retreat. The wooden board covers the entrance of the hole, like a shield, and he can use the wooden spear to attack, which is a typical "turtle in a jar". What reason is there to miss?

  He raised the wooden spear, thrust it down with great force, then lifted it up again and thrust it back down.

  Inside the tree hole were waves of anger and mournful cries, while beneath the wooden boards came the sound of powerful blows.

  Wang Yang's left arm had just been reattached when it was hit like this, and he almost couldn't hold onto the wooden board. No matter how painful it was, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

  One after another heavy blow, attacking into the hole, the reaction in the hole is also more and more, finally after a dozen or so blows, Wang Yang can no longer hold on, being overturned by one.

  A two-hundred-pound little bear poked its head out, it crawled out of the tree hole, its lower abdomen was full of wounds, and blood flowed wildly, as soon as it came out, it fell to the ground.

  And then another bear crawled out, its wounds were exactly the same as the previous one, and it died as soon as it came out.

  Then another one crawled out.

  It had only two wounds on its body, one on the hind leg and one on the front leg. The first reaction upon seeing Wang Yang was to make a dying struggle and rush towards him.

  Its speed was very slow, limping and staggering, when it came to Wang Yang's face, it was unable to launch an effective attack, but instead, Wang Yang thrust his spear forward, piercing its chest.

  "Hmph!"

  The battle is over.

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