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"Tiger?" Mrs. Wu's face turned pale and her legs went weak. She had to hold on to the door frame to barely stand.

She looked behind Song Yan and asked anxiously, "Where's Changyu?"

Song Yan hurriedly said, "Changyu is fine. He is behind us and will be down the mountain soon."

Mrs. Wu subconsciously grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Is Changyu really okay?"

She used so much force that Song Yan's hand was hurt, but he didn't even frown. Instead, he comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, Changyu is really fine. He is leading the way behind us and will be down the mountain soon."

Li Chuan also hurriedly explained: "Sister-in-law, he is not injured and will be down the mountain soon."

Mrs. Wu felt relieved now. She noticed Song Yan's disheveled appearance and looked carefully at the blood on his trouser legs. It seemed that he was injured.

She covered her mouth and said in surprise: "You are injured! Come in and treat the wound."

Li Ping said, "Let's send Dongsheng back first and ask the doctor to come over later."

Mrs. Wu said, "Thank you for sending Xiao Song back. Dongsheng's injury is serious. You should leave now."

After that, Li Ping and the others left. She helped Song Yan into the courtyard and sat down, then said, "I remember there is some medicine for wounds at home. Xiao Song, wait a moment, I'll go in and look for it."

Not long after, Song Yan heard a childish voice coming from the room: "Mom, is the boss back?"

"He hasn't come back yet." Mrs. Wu said, and then asked softly, "My dear, do you know where my mother put the little white bottle?"

The child answered crisply: "I know, it's in the closet."

Then there was the sound of rummaging through boxes.

Song Yan was worried about the situation on the mountain and felt a little distracted.

Suddenly, a childish voice interrupted his thoughts: "Who are you?"

He lowered his head slightly and saw a chubby child standing at the door, looking at him curiously.

This should be Shu Changyu’s nephew, Shu Dabao.

When he came yesterday, I only heard his voice but didn't see him in person.

When I saw it today, it was indeed just as described in the novel, a cute little white ball.

Song Yan smiled and said, "I am your eldest brother's friend."

"So you're my eldest brother's friend," Shu Dabao climbed onto the chair swiftly, picked up the tea set on the table, and poured him a cup of tea in a very professional manner.

Then he said like a little adult: "Since he is the boss's friend, he is also my friend."

"Brother, please have some tea."

Song Yan was slightly embarrassed, took the teacup, and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother."

At this time, Shu Dabao noticed that the leg of his left trousers was soaked with blood, and immediately burst into tears: "Brother, are you hurt?"

Song Yan comforted him, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

Mrs. Wu walked out from the left wing and handed the small white porcelain bottle in her hand to Song Yan.

"Xiao Song, this is the golden wound medicine that Chang Yu brought back. It is very effective in stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis. Take it and apply the medicine."

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Song Yan took the medicine bottle and asked, "Excuse me, sister-in-law, do you have boiled water at home? I want to clean my wound."

Mrs. Wu said repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

She walked into the kitchen and brought out a pot of boiled water: "This is the water that my parents boiled when they came back at noon. It's almost cold now."

As she spoke, she handed over a handkerchief, "This handkerchief has just been washed. You can use it first."

Song Yan slowly lifted his trouser legs and untied his belt, revealing the scar left by the tiger's claws. The edge of the wound was red and swollen, and the skin and flesh in the middle were rolled up, presenting a shocking scene.

He dipped his handkerchief in water and carefully cleaned the dirt around the wound.

Tiger claws carry bacteria, and if they are not cleaned properly, the wounds can easily become inflamed and fester.

He endured the pain and cleaned the wound, then took out the golden wound medicine, pulled out the cork, and carefully sprinkled the powder on the wound.

As soon as the powder touched the wound, he felt an intense pain, as if millions of needles were pricking his nerves, causing him to break out in a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Shu Dabao said anxiously, "Mom, my brother is crying. Let's get him a doctor."

Song Yan wanted to say that she didn't cry, but her lips were shaking so badly that she couldn't speak because of the pain. After a long time, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "It didn't hurt that much."

Seeing that he was in great pain, Mrs. Wu said, "It's my fault for not telling you in advance. This medicine is indeed very painful to use, but it is effective. It stops bleeding and promotes tissue regeneration."

"I cut my hand while cutting vegetables that day, and Changyu gave me this bottle of medicine. After I used it the next day, the wound was almost healed."

Song Yan finally recovered from the pain. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Golden wound medicine is so expensive, but sister-in-law was willing to give it to me. But you still blame yourself. I am really ashamed of myself."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to talk nonsense, Mrs. Wu also smiled and said, "Stop talking now and have a cup of tea first."

"Brother, have some tea." Shu Dabao said attentively.

At this moment, Father Shu's voice suddenly came from the courtyard: "Ah Xian, Ah Xian, I heard there is a tiger in the mountains, are you all right at home?"

Shu's mother followed closely behind, and said anxiously: "Didn't they say that the tiger didn't come down the mountain? Don't scare yourself."

Not long ago, Mr. and Mrs. Shu were weeding in the fields when they heard that there was a tiger in the mountains. It was said by someone who had gone into the mountains to hunt wild boars.

When the two heard the news, they ignored their work in the fields, immediately put down their hoes, and hurried back.

Song Yan tightly grasped the medicine bottle, her body tensed up involuntarily, and she slowly stood up straight.

Father Shu strode into the house, his eyes fell on Song Yan, and he showed a hint of surprise: "Are there guests?"

Mrs. Wu quickly took over the conversation and introduced, "This is Xiao Song."

Father Shu immediately came to his senses and recognized that this was the friend who had gone into the mountains with Changyu today.

"Hello uncle, my name is Song Yan." Song Yan said with a smile on her face.

Mr. Shu looked to be about fifty years old, and his skin had a healthy dark hue due to long-term outdoor work.

Although time has left traces on his face, one can still glimpse his handsomeness in his youth.

"It's Xiao Song." Shu's mother, who had just stepped into the room, said with a smile.

Shu's mother looked younger, probably because she loved to laugh; the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes also looked gentle and kind.

She first glanced at Song Yan inconspicuously, then noticed the blood on his trouser legs and asked with concern, "Are you injured? Have you applied medicine? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Song Yan said in a gentle voice: "Thank you for your concern, Auntie. It's just a minor injury. I've already applied medicine. There's no need to call a doctor."

Listening to this, Shu's mother suddenly frowned, and her expression became serious: "Where is Changyu?"

Song Yan couldn't help but feel nervous, and then she heard Shu's mother say in a reproachful tone: "Didn't he go into the mountains with you? How could he let you get hurt?"

Ah, Song Yan didn’t know how to respond.

Wait, the development of the plot seems a bit wrong. According to the familiar routine of group pet articles, shouldn’t he be accused of incompetence and failure to protect the heroine first?

How come when it was Shu Changyu's turn, he was blamed for not protecting him, the cannon fodder?

He had to defend Shu Changyu: "I'm still on the mountain. I'll be back with everyone later."

Shu's mother's frown relaxed slightly, and she said gently, "Your leg is injured. Sit down and talk. Don't stand."

Song Yan sat down obediently.

Then Shu's father and mother asked him questions about where he lived, his parents and elders, etc.

Song Yan answered them one by one.

When they heard that his parents had passed away and that he and his four brothers and sisters were left to depend on each other, they sighed for a while.

The way he looked at Song Yan became more and more sincere, as if he was looking at a poor little thing.

Song Yan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

The sun gradually sets and it is almost You time (5pm to 7pm).

Everyone was eagerly waiting, and finally saw them returning from the mountains.

The crowd erupted in excited shouts: "They're back, they're back!"