Ge Luoyang carefully examined Lu Benwei several times and finally discovered where the injury was.
On the back of his head, there was an egg-sized bruise that had already begun to swell, as if he had been hit.
With such an injury, Fang Er could only worry, unable to do anything. As Fang Er read, Chen Qun was also not lightly injured. His left tibia was fractured, but fortunately, there was no open wound.
Ge Luoyang fitted a splint to Chen Qun's left leg and gave him a dose of cefalexin.
Fang Er looked at the unconscious Lu Benwei and fell into a dilemma.
A head injury, to put it lightly, he might wake up in a few days.
To put it seriously, he might never wake up.
Fang Er dared not gamble. At this moment, he had only two options: either return to the Great Tang and have Sun Simiao attend to him.
Or, immediately go to the Song Dynasty in the year 1070 to find a famous doctor to treat him.
The year 1070 was the third year of Xining in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the emperor was Zhao Xu, the great-grandson of Zhao Guangyi.
During this period, medical masters Qian Yi and Tang Shenwei were still alive. Thinking of this, Fang Er made his choice: to find Qian Yi and the others.
Ge Luoyang pointed to the scattered supplies in the distance and asked, "My lord, what about those things?"
"Send people to collect them. See how much we can load," Fang Er said, taking out two bottles of glucose injection from his pocket and two sets of infusion tubes, handing them over.
"Take these to give them infusions. Do you know how to use them?"
"Yes, Old Sun taught me!" Ge Luoyang took the items and nodded.
Of the ten planes that came, the six self-made by Shenyang were numbered one to six, and the four anti-submarine planes were numbered seven to ten.
The crashed one was machine number six. Lu Benwei and Chen Qun were placed in machine number three, and Ge Luoyang followed to take care of them.
Even though Fang Er was anxious, the sky at this time did not allow them to continue traveling.
Fearing that aftershocks might affect them, they had no tents that night. Everyone stayed in the helicopters to rest. If anything was amiss, they would have to take off even in the dark.
After filling their stomachs with field rations, everyone fell into a deep sleep in the cabin.
The next day, as the sun rose, a ray of dawn shot in through the cockpit window, waking everyone up.
After opening his eyes, Fang Er first went to check on Lu Benwei. The young man had not woken up, but there were no signs of his condition worsening.
Nine helicopters took off from the ground and headed towards their destination. The wreckage of machine number six and the supplies that could not be loaded were left behind.
The fleet detoured nearly two hundred kilometers to the north, flying around the earthquake epicenter.
Looking through the windows from high in the sky, everyone saw the land below was in ruins.
Just yesterday it was a scene of blooming flowers and lush grass, but now it looked like it had been ravaged by wild boars.
Looking at this scene, Fang Er felt a pang of fear. Fortunately, this was in the uninhabited grasslands of the Western Regions. If it had happened in a city, how many people would have died in this earthquake!
Two days later, Fang Er confirmed their location with the map. Below them was the Chelyabinsk Oblast of modern-day Russia. The communication system provided the precise location of the spatial passage.
Northwest, one hundred and seventy kilometers. This short distance was covered in half an hour.
However, the scene before them stunned everyone.
On the vast plain, a sudden, giant crater appeared before them.
The crater was at least a hundred meters deep. In the very center at the bottom, there was a high bulge, like water splashing up after a drop falls into water, frozen instantly.
Directly above the splash, a black hole with a diameter of over ten meters was visible.
Of course, this black hole was not a black hole in the true sense, but the external manifestation of the spatial passage.
"System sister, what's going on?" Fang Er asked blankly.
[System: After that meteorite was shattered in mid-air, it caused spatial turbulence, and a larger fragment passed through space and landed here!]
"Who exactly could intercept such a large meteorite? Could it be that there are really aliens in the main world?" Fang Er murmured to himself.
[System: Don't attribute everything to aliens. With Earth's environment, no one except you is interested.]
What the heck? Is that necessary to be so discouraging?
"No, shouldn't the Earth be considered rich in resources and have a suitable climate?" Fang Er tried to refute.
[What you're saying is only from humanity's perspective~]
Uh!
It seems to make some sense, doesn't it?
It was not the time to argue about this matter. Fang Er asked the most important question.
"What should I do to get to 1070?"
[See that hole? Enter from the east side, that's ps3025, which is the year 1070.]
[Enter from the west side, that's ps3027, the year 1141.]
Such a practical hole~
Entering from different directions corresponds to different worlds. It's truly amazing~
Commanding the fleet to fly to the east side of the black hole, Fang Er said to Li Shimin, "Father, passing through here will lead to another Great Song."
Li Shimin nodded as if he had seen it all before: "Then let's go and see~"
Zhao Guangyi, on the other hand, looked at the black hole with a dumbfounded expression. He dared not say anything and dared not ask anything, fearing that Li Shimin would beat him again for his lack of experience.
The helicopter formation flew straight towards the black hole. The scene before everyone's eyes turned dark for a moment, and then it was as if they had entered a colorful world.
Outside the cabin, there were brilliant flowing lights everywhere, completely different from the scene when they had previously passed through the spatial passage.
Before everyone could sigh, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they appeared in another world.
Here, there was also a huge crater, and a black hole.
However, this black hole could only be seen from a specific direction.
"Dururuburaga, balala atum~~"
The moment the helicopters flew out from within, a group of cavalrymen in armor rushed out from the periphery of the deep pit, numbering over a thousand.
The person in the lead was pointing at the fleet and shouting loudly, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the helicopters, and they couldn't hear what he was saying at all.
Fang Er immediately reacted. Such an obvious hole could not have gone unnoticed.
It seemed that these were the local people who had discovered the black hole. Judging from their attire, they should be Rus.
However, there was no time to bother with them now. After letting machine number one drop some supplies below, he instructed Wang Xuance to fly towards the direction of the Great Song.
Dropping these supplies was just to make their acquaintance, so it would be convenient to inquire about some information from them upon their return.
However, Fang Er did not know that both the helicopters flying in the air and the suddenly dropped supplies caused a huge sensation among these Rus.
Gifts from the gods!
This was what the Rus called those supplies.
The helicopters were called the mounts of the gods by them.