Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
There were many injured monkeys. Ming Chu started treating the minor injuries, while Lan Qi went to handle the severe ones.
After all, even though the monkeys were willing to let her near, it didn't mean they wouldn't attack her if she used a blade.
But the monkeys trusted Lan Qi.
Even when Lan Qi's blade was almost poking their necks, they tried their best not to struggle.
If it hurt, they would just whimper a few times.
Ming Chu watched in amazement and handed over a few anesthetic injections. "I don't have much anesthetic, use it sparingly."
"I can't keep up, you have to come help me. Did you come alone?" Lan Qi was already so busy she didn't have enough hands.
"There are four others with me, but are you sure them coming over won't stress the monkeys out?"
"It's fine, I'm here. If any monkey acts up, I'll just give it a beating." Lan Qi said it lightly.
Ming Chu really called the others over.
Seeing Ming Chu's teammates, Lan Qi: "..."
Four people: a little bean, an injured girl, a timid, honey-skinned woman who clearly wasn't Chinese, and only one young, strong lad who looked like he could help a bit.
But when she saw Chang Zhou, who had volunteered, using his knife to shave the fur off an injured monkey, Lan Qi felt something was wrong.
"How come you hold a knife like that?"
Chang Zhou looked down blankly. "That's how I hold a knife when I'm cooking."
Lan Qi: "..."
No, you said you were good at shaving fur, does that mean you're a chef?
How does a chef shave fur?
Lan Qi wanted to say something but stopped, and in the end, she said nothing.
Because Chang Zhou's technique was indeed excellent; he shaved the fur without damaging a bit of skin.