Chapter 62 Learning

　　Listening to Hershel's endless instructions, Carl felt helpless. If Carl wasn't bored before going to bed, why would he want to read a book? What's the point of reading if he can't take the book with him?

　　"Okay, okay, Hershel, I get it."

　　"Don't be impatient, these are all my treasures." Hershel was a little dissatisfied.

　　Carl could only smile.

　　Hershel stopped nagging and asked, "What are you going to do first?"

　　"If possible, I would like to learn some simple bandaging and wound treatment first. We can start now." Carl said.

　　Hershel nodded, turned to Beth and ordered, "Beth, go get my tool box."

　　"Okay." Beth agreed obediently and went out.

　　Hershel waved to Carl, "Come here."

　　Carl walked to the desk, and Hershel put the things on the desk aside, "Bandaging and treating wounds, treating wounds should actually come before bandaging.

　　If it is a normal minor wound, such as a cut, you only need to disinfect it first and then bandage it. The main function of bandaging is to prevent bacteria and keep the wound moist.

　　The most important thing is not bandaging, but preventing the wound from being infected by bacteria, so the most basic knowledge is not bandaging, but disinfection..."

　　Hershel was talking about some basic knowledge, and Carl understood a lot of it, but his understanding was not complete, so Carl still listened very carefully.

　　Soon Beth came back with a medicine box. Hershel put the box on the table and opened it, then introduced some basic medical tools to Carl.

　　After he finished speaking, Hershel took out a piece of gauze and said to Beth, "Beth, come here and stretch out your hand."

　　"Okay, father." Beth rolled up her sleeves and placed her hands on the desk.

　　Hershel glanced at Carl and said, "Watch this, I'll show you some simple bandaging methods."

　　Karl nodded obediently. In fact, Karl thought this was very simple. Bandaging is just wrapping the wound with gauze.

　　This is indeed the case, but the knowledge here lies in how to wrap the wound so as to fix the gauze and how to wrap it so as not to affect the wound.

　　Hershel covered up the three bandages and asked, "Remember?"

　　"Almost." Although Carl felt that he had already learned it, it never hurts to be humble.

　　"Then you try it." Hershel untied the gauze and handed it to Carl.

　　Carl nodded, took the gauze, and looked at Beth's white and tender arm. Suddenly, he didn't know how to start.

　　"Carl?" Beth called.

　　"Oh, I'm reminiscing." Carl smiled awkwardly, then took over and started bandaging the wound, but he couldn't help touching Beth's arm while bandaging.

　　Hershel raised his eyebrows.

　　…

　　"Let's stop here today. If you talk too much in one day, you may not remember everything. You need time to digest it." Hershel stood up and took two steps.

　　I have been sitting and talking to Carl for several hours, but I am too old to sit for too long.

　　Carl nodded, "But I have a question."

　　"What? Tell me."

　　"You didn't talk about stopping bleeding today. I want to know what to do if the bleeding doesn't stop."

　　Hershel smiled and said, "It's simple. It blocks the wound. This is also one of the uses of bandages."

　　"Is that all?" Carl was a little incredulous. "Is there no more normal, more advanced method?"

　　Hershel smiled and said, "What else? Stopping bleeding is done this way. Block the wound, or apply pressure. If that doesn't work, tie it up. Bleeding is caused by broken blood vessels. What other methods do you think there are?"

　　"Oh, I see." Although it's hard to accept, it seems to make sense.

　　Carl added, "One more thing."

　　"What?"

　　"I remember you have horses on your farm, right? I want to learn how to ride a horse, is that okay?"

　　"Of course, it's not a big deal."

　　"Who can teach me then?"

　　"If I were ten years younger, I would definitely teach you myself. Unfortunately, you can't refuse to accept your age. You can go find Maggie. She's a very good rider. Tell her that I allow you to do so."

　　"Thank you. Can I go find her now? Is she free?"

　　"Of course, she should work in the fields, but they are small things and she can find time for them."

　　"Thank you very much. I'm going now?"

　　"Go, let Beth take you there, Beth." Hershel looked at Beth who was sitting on the sofa, bored.

　　"Okay, Dad, Carl, let's go." Beth stood up.

　　Carl waved goodbye to Hershel and followed Beth out.

　　On the way, Beth couldn't help asking, "Carl, aren't you going to practice shooting? Why do you need to learn these?"

　　Carl smiled and said, "You can't practice shooting 24 hours a day. There are no schools now. If you want to learn something, you have to work hard on your own."

　　"Then good luck to you." Beth smiled and didn't care. She soon took Carl to the vegetable garden.

　　Maggie was picking cucumbers when she noticed Beth and Carl coming, so she brushed off her clothes and stood up.

　　"Beth, Carl, why are you here?"

　　Beth shrugged. "Father wanted you to teach Carl to ride a horse."

　　"Now?" Maggie asked.

　　"That's right." Beth nodded.

　　"What can I say?" Maggie picked up the basket from the ground. "Okay."

　　"Would you like to try some cucumbers I just picked?" Maggie came over with a basket and handed one to Carl.

　　"Thank you." Karl took it without any hesitation, wiped it casually and took a bite, "It tastes good."

　　Maggie handed the basket to Beth and smiled, "It seems that you are very suitable for rural life. Then, young man, let's go."

　　Beth returned with the basket of vegetables, while Carl followed Maggie to the stables.

　　Hershel's stable was not small. Carl counted six horses in total, including a foal.

　　Carl looked at the foal with great curiosity. It looked very small, not even as tall as Carl. Its fur was a rare black color, but there was a small patch of white on its chest and forehead.

　　Maggie smiled at this, "He's a good match for you, but he's too small. You can't ride him yet. Come and see him, young man. His name is Triss. He has the most docile personality and will suit you very well."

　　"Okay." Carl nodded and couldn't help asking, "Does the foal have a name?"

　　"Not yet. It's still very small, just over three months old. The matter of naming it has to be decided by its owner." Maggie had already come to the stable and led Triss out.

　　Carl continued to ask, "Who is its owner?"

　　"It was supposed to be Uncle Tom. He had reserved it before the end of the world, but it looks like it has no owner for the time being."

　　Carl nodded, and Maggie led Triss out of the stable and looked at Carl, "Come on, let me let you try riding it first.

　　It's okay as long as I'm holding it, and it's very gentle, so you don't have to worry."

　　"Okay." Carl was a little excited. For men, both guns and horses have an inexplicable attraction.

　　At this moment, Carl felt like he was touching a Glock for the first time.

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