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.
