A car accident, our family of three crossed

Afterwards, the ox cart drove directly back to the village and entered the Hang family's yard. Hang Shuheng and Shuisheng carried the injured person into the uninhabited west room.

He lit the oil lamp and carefully examined the wounded man again. The light from the oil lamp was much brighter than that from the lantern. After checking again, he found that some parts of the man's clothes were even stuck to the wounds, so he had to cut the clothes off before he could further treat the wounds.

Hang Shuheng turned around and found Shuisheng with a pale face, still insisting on staying here, so he said: "You and Mudun go back."

"Uncle Hengzi, I won't go back. Let me stay and help you!"

Seeing that he insisted, Hang Shuheng had no objection. As a man, he always needs to experience some things to become more mature. "Okay, go and boil a pot of hot water first."

"Okay!" Shuisheng agreed immediately, turned around and went out.

Hang Shuheng followed closely and came out of the west room. Seeing Song Ning and the children still waiting in the yard, he said, "Take care of the children and take a rest first. There is also a wooden stool. Your elder brother will help me later. Don't go back by yourself. Go to sleep on the kang in the study room. Do you dare?"

Mu Dun nodded. If he were asked to go home alone, he would definitely be scared, but he felt very safe staying here.

Song Ning still asked worriedly, "What's the situation?"

"Don't worry, it will be handled." Hang Shuheng didn't want her to worry too much, so he comforted her, "Hurry up and take the child to take a shower and go to bed!"

From the rough examination he just gave, there was almost no healthy part on that person's body, and the situation was probably even more grim than Chu Rui's back then.

Hang Shuheng went to the study to get the medicine that the old man had left behind. There was a bottle of external medicine that the old man had taught him how to use. He only needed to dissolve some medicine powder in water, then soak cotton cloth in it and wrap the wound directly.

This method is perfect for the injured person, but that person is covered with wounds, and I'm afraid that a lot of cloth strips will be needed. The newly bought cotton cloth at home will come in handy again.

When Shuisheng boiled hot water and brought it in, Hang Shuheng had already cut off all the clothes on the man. Looking at the wounds on the man's body, Hang Shuheng understood for the first time what it meant to be "completely bruised and battered" truly.

His whole body was covered with either burns or wounds from sharp objects. Although the wounds had been treated, they were not treated properly and some of them have become inflamed, festered and festered.

Hang Shuheng cleaned the man's wound without changing his expression, as if he had done this countless times. Shuisheng was helping him and almost vomited several times, but he endured it.

"If you can't do it, get out." Hang Shuheng kept moving his hands and didn't even look at him.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Hengzi, I can do it." Shuisheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He could do it, he must be able to do it. As a man, how could he say no.

He began to cooperate with Hang Shuheng with full concentration, changing the cotton cloth and the clean hot water, and gradually became more and more skilled. He persisted until the end, and after the wound was cleaned, he used cotton strips soaked in medicine to wrap the wound. The man's face and body were almost all wrapped up, like a mummy.

When everything was done, it was already late at night. Just when Hang Shuheng was satisfied with Shuisheng's performance, that guy could no longer hold it in. He ran out of the door, holding onto the big tree by the courtyard wall and retching continuously.

"That's all you can accomplish." Hang Shuheng shook his head and laughed. He was born with such a big body for nothing, but his courage is not even as big as a sesame seed.

After the external injuries were treated, Hang Shuheng didn't know how to feel the pulse, and didn't know how the man's internal injuries were. He took out a pill for internal injuries and put it into the man's mouth. The pill melted in the mouth, and there was no need to swallow it voluntarily. It would melt in the mouth and then go down the esophagus into the stomach. What should be done has been done. Whether he can survive depends on his own luck.

When they came out of the west room, Shuisheng was still vomiting. Hang Shuheng couldn't help but joked, "I wonder if you can do it?"

Shuisheng wiped the corner of his mouth and said weakly: "Uncle Hengzi, please don't laugh at me. This is the first time I experience this kind of thing." He retched for a long time, but he didn't spit out anything except a few mouthfuls of sour water.

"Okay, go take a shower and go to bed. Mudun is sleeping in the study. You can go sleep with him!"

"Uncle Hengzi, what about you?"

"Of course I'll go back to sleep too!"

"That...that person..."

"We have done what we should do. Let's just do our best and leave the rest to fate! There is no point in waiting."

At worst, if he found the body stiff tomorrow morning, he would just go to the mountain to dig a hole and bury it. In short, he didn't want to keep watch over it without sleep like he did last time.

After being tired for most of the night, Hang Shuheng took a cold shower and felt refreshed. He went back to his room and lay down, but couldn't fall asleep. He got up quietly and went to the west room again.

It seems that he still can't ignore it! This time, no one knows where this person comes from, but he is definitely a martial artist, which can be seen from the thick calluses on his palm.

I hope it doesn't cause any trouble.

When he was treating the man's wounds, although the large area of ​​injuries on his face made it difficult to see his facial features, judging from the condition of his skin, he should be not young and should be a middle-aged man.

Hang Shuheng lay at the other end of the kang in the west room, thinking a lot, until the sky in the east turned pale, and then he fell into a drowsy sleep.

When Chai the Hunter opened his eyes, he felt his vision was somewhat obstructed, as if there was a thin layer of gauze wrapped in front of his eyes, leaving only a tiny gap for him to glimpse a ray of light.

After his vision cleared, he saw a green tile roof and was in a house. His lips moved and he felt something wrapped around his face. He raised his hand to touch it and found that his hands were also wrapped around by white cotton strips. He could also smell a faint smell of medicine.

Was he rescued and brought home by someone?

He remembered that after he left the village, he had no direction and walked aimlessly. Before he lost consciousness, he had already reached the entrance of Shangtang Village. He didn't know why he was heading towards Shangtang Village, but it seemed as if there was a voice in his heart guiding him. Unknowingly, he arrived at Shangtang Village.

He didn't know who rescued him, but he could feel that his injuries had improved a lot, and he felt much better, except for the pain from the external injuries. He sat up slowly and found that except for his hands, his entire body was wrapped in cloth strips, covering all the wounds on his body.

Shuisheng went to sleep in the study in the middle of the night, but he didn't sleep well. He woke up at dawn. He was thinking about going to the west room to check, but when he opened the door of the west room, he saw that the man was awake and could even sit up by himself.