Southerners

Song Zhi cried tears all over her face, Meng Huan watched from a distance, blamed himself and felt distressed, and couldn't care less about the pain, he yelled at the people below: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go and invite Dr. Pei here?!"

"Go!"

This has nothing to do with Song Zhi's begging him, but just because Meng Huan knows how important Xiu Niang is to Song Zhi.

"I'll see who dares to go!" Kuduhu shouted in a deep voice.

A group of maids and servants were about to leave when they were drunk back. They were at a loss for a moment. Logically speaking, Meng Huan was their master, but should he listen to what the master's father said...

Hu Duhu glanced at the blood-stained woman, frowned in disgust, and looked at Song Zhi again: "I didn't expect that there was someone who sincerely protected you by your side, but I don't intend to let you go, Hazier was killed You are too confused, today you must die!"

Song Zhi didn't pay any attention to what he said, she put her whole body and mind on Xiu Niang in her arms, when Xiu Niang heard Song Zhi's words just now, she was clutching his sleeve, begging in a low voice: "No...young master, you can't... ..."

"Xiuniang, you can't die..." Song Zhi's tears dripped down on Xiuniang's face, and he raised his hand to wipe it off, but blood stuck to her face instead.

"Brother Ai Chi." Seeing that Hudu Hu bent down to pick up his saber on the ground, Meng Huan hurriedly stood up while leaning on the guardrail, staggered to Hudu Hu's side, bent his knees, and knelt on the side of Hudu Hu Before, stop his figure.

"Brother Ai Chi... I beg you," Meng Huan begged someone in such a low voice for the first time in his life, grabbing Huduhu's wrist to prevent him from using a knife, and touched the blood on Kuduhu's hand, "Forget it Please, son, please don't hurt him... Please, son."

Hu Duhu stared at him bitterly: "Hazier! Look at you... For a man, do you still look like the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty?"

"Get up!" Hu Duhu stretched out his hand to grab Meng Huan.

But Meng Huan knelt down, and just looked at him pleadingly: "Brother Ai Chi, no matter how great a hero is in this world... there is always a word of love, how can my son be exempt?"

"In the past 20 years, my son has never asked you for anything...just this one." Meng Huan's hand was thrown away by Huduhu, and he grabbed the hem of Kuduhu's clothes, "only this one...please don't ask me to ask you anything." hurt him."

Hu Duhu kicked Meng Huan to the ground and cursed: "Hazier, get out of here!"

Meng Huan suddenly fell to the ground and suffered two heavy blows. His lips turned white from the pain, and he held on to the cold and hard bluestone slab, but behind him Song Zhi was still calling for Xiu Niang.

Meng Huan clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head, and suddenly a tear fell on the bluestone floor, like a drop of rain, leaving a round water mark silently.

"Brother Ai Chi... I beg you, my son." When Hu Duhu was about to move forward, Meng Huan grabbed his ankle.

Hu Duhu bowed his head angrily, intending to give Meng Huan another kick, but suddenly saw the faint tear stains on Meng Huan's face, suddenly Du Duhu's heart softened, and he didn't lift that kick.

After all, this is still a young man in his twenties, young people are inevitably confused...

Seeing his hesitation, Meng Huan immediately turned around and shouted: "Where is Dr. Pei? Why haven't you been invited yet? What's the use of me keeping you in the mansion? Hurry up!"

A group of people panicked, Hu Duhu was leaving in a few days, but Meng Huan was their real master, the master who supported them, and hurried out to invite Dr. Pei.

Seeing all this, Hu Duhu didn't stop him, lowered his head and looked at Meng Huan again, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Okay, very good, you treated the people in your house very well!"

Meng Huan raised his head from the ground, knowing that Hu Duhu didn't stop him just now, he was kind enough, and his eyes turned red: "Thank you, Brother Aichi."

Hu Duhu sneered: "You don't need to thank me, who told me that my son is worthless, for a man, I don't even want to be ashamed!"

"Why don't you get out of here quickly?"

"Yes." Meng Huan hastily wiped his tears with his sleeves, and stood up with his hands supported. However, when he fought against Hu Duhu just now, his arms were almost useless. After this support, his arms went limp, and instead of standing up, he fell down. down.

Hu Duhu didn't help, and reprimanded: "Trash, can't you stand up now?"

Meng Huan didn't dare to refute, he swallowed his anger and stood up relying on the strength of his back, then stood up, and saluted Hu Duhu: "Son, thank Brother Ai Chi for his kindness."

Hu Duhu glanced at him coldly, then glanced at Song Zhi and the unconscious Xiuniang not far away with disgust, turned around and left.

Meng Huan knew he was wrong, stood there with his head down, until Hu Duhu was far away, then wiped his face again, turned around and ran to Song Zhi's side like flying.

"Zi Lan!" Meng Huan squatted down beside Song Zhi.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhi shrank back reflexively when she saw him, her dark eyes were soaked with tears, filled with fear and distrust.

Meng Huan felt a pain in his heart, so he didn't continue to approach, but said, "Let me see Xiu Niang."

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Meng Huan's arms were severely damaged, so he checked Xiuniang's injuries a little, and found that because Xiuniang was a little shorter than Song Zhi, the blade did not hit Xiuniang's heart directly, but was slightly deflected half an inch upwards.

Meng Huan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, ordered a few acupuncture points for Xiu Niang, slightly stopped her bleeding, and comforted Song Zhi: "Don't worry, Xiu Niang is still saved, she just passed out, the knife did not hurt her heart and lungs." .”

Song Zhi nodded with half-belief.

Meng Huan said again: "Let's take Xiuniang into the house first, don't wait here, Doctor Pei will be here soon, okay?"

Song Zhi nodded again, then bent down to hug Xiuniang.

"I'll come." Meng Huan said hastily.

Song Zhi shook her head: "I'll do it myself, don't bother the young master."

Hearing this, Meng Huan's heart sank slightly, and Song Zhi still... still hated him.

Xiuniang is very thin and not heavy, and Song Zhi can be easily hugged, but the kick on the chest by Huduhu hurts a bit.

Song Zhi's movements were very light, as if she was afraid of disturbing the unconscious person.

Not long after taking Xiuniang back to the house, Song Zhi wiped the blood on Xiuniang's face, and not long after, Pei Ya came.

Ever since Song Zhi entered the Meng Mansion, Pei Ya was always brought to the Meng Mansion in such a hurry.

As soon as Pei Ya entered the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He is a doctor in the army and has treated countless traumas, big and small. When he smelled such a strong smell of blood, he immediately knew that the injury was not serious. worry.

When he got to the bed, Pei Ya looked at the woman who was almost soaked in blood on the bed, her eyelids twitched, this woman is so thin...

"Pei Ya, come and see her." Meng Huan pulled Song Zhi aside and said to Pei Ya.

Pei Ya also knew that human life was at stake, so she hurriedly put down the medicine box, before she could catch her breath, she first touched Xiu Niang's pulse, it was a little weak, but it was there after all.

Then Pei Ya looked at the knife wound again, her expression changed, the knife was really ruthless, it penetrated several inches into the flesh, if it wasn't half an inch off, there would be no need for treatment, just prepare for the funeral.

Seeing Pei Ya's expression, Meng Huan knew that Song Zhi was anxious, so he asked for him first: "How, can it be cured?"

Pei Ya wiped the sweat from his forehead, one is that he was too anxious and tired when he came here, and the other is that the injury was too serious and he sweated coldly.

"Yes, yes..." Pei Ya said.

"It's fine," Meng Huan said, "No matter what method you use, you must bring her back. I will provide all the medicinal materials. You don't need to worry, and the consultation fee will definitely not treat you badly."

Pei Ya nodded fiercely while wiping his sweat: "These grassroots know it all, it's just..."

Pei Ya glanced at Song Zhi who had an ugly face beside her, guessed that the woman on the bed must have something to do with Song Zhi, and said, "Young Master and Mr. Song, please be mentally prepared..."

"This lady's body is weak, and the knife penetrated a few inches into her body. I'm afraid... there is a risk. The grass people can't guarantee that she will wake up."

Hearing this, Song Zhi's face became paler, her lips trembled, Meng Huan hurriedly supported him, and asked Pei Ya: "What do you mean by that?"

"No, you have to save her."

Pei Ya was in a cold sweat again, this young master... the doctor is good at healing the wounded, but he can't save the dead.

Bending over again and again: "Caomin must try his best, must try his best."

The injury was urgent, so Pei Ya didn't talk nonsense, and took the small scissors to cut off the cloth near the wound, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.

The material of the clothes was the most common cotton material, and it was almost soaked in blood, which made people feel horrified.

But the hideous wound underneath is even more frightening.

Meng Huan raised his hand to cover Song Zhi's eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Don't look."

Song Zhi pushed his hand away, but wanted to stare at the wound without blinking her eyes.

Such a horrific wound, even looking at it, still makes people feel painful, let alone Xiu Niang who really suffered the knife?

And more importantly, Xiu Niang took the knife for him, and he was the one who deserved to die.

Seeing that Song Zhi was crying again, Meng Huan took out a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe his tears, feeling very distressed, guilty, and remorseful: "Don't look at Zilan..."

Song Zhi patted his hand away.

"Take it off," he said, "you don't touch me."

A few simple words, piercing pain, Meng Huan's already injured arm felt even weaker, trembling with pain, he could hardly hold the fluffy handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, Zilan," Meng Huan whispered, "It's my fault..."

Song Zhibiao closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands: "I don't want to hear...you shut up."

Meng Huan lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong, and said with trembling lips, "I'm sorry."

Apart from this, he didn't know what else to say.

He clearly said that he would protect him... But he failed to do so, he broke his promise, and instead asked Xiu Niang to protect Song Zhi.

It's his fault.

"Don't be afraid of Zilan," Meng Huan said, "Xiuniang will be fine, Pei Ya is very skilled in medicine, with him here... Xiuniang will be fine."

At this time, Pei Ya turned her head and said, "General, Cao Min needs some maids."

Meng Huan waved his hand and asked a few maids standing by the door to come over: "Be careful, and follow Pei Ya's orders."

The most dangerous thing for Xiuniang's injury is to draw the knife. Once the knife is stabbed, there will be a huge gap on Xiuniang's right chest. The blood will flow from the inside out desperately if the blood is not blocked. , then Xiuniang is in danger.

Pei Ya also brought two apprentices to help. On the one hand, he asked the maids to prepare hot water, and on the other hand, he asked the apprentices to prepare medicines to stop the bleeding.

Pei Ya had treated such dangerous injuries more than once in the past, but the injured were all strong soldiers, not a thin woman like Xiu Niang, so Pei Ya was not very sure.

Under Pei Ya's instructions, a group of people hurriedly prepared a bunch of things, and then it was time to draw their swords.

Pei Ya glanced at Song Zhi who was about to faint, her complexion seemed uglier than Xiu Niang, and she gently reminded, "Mr. is tired, do you want to go out for a rest?"

Of course Meng Huan knew what he meant, he had seen bloody scenes a lot, but Song Zhi rarely saw them, not to mention Xiu Niang was Song Zhi's closest person.

Then he took Song Zhi's hand and said, "Zi Lan, let's go out for a while, it's not convenient for Dr. Pei to use it here, okay?"

It was a very soft, very careful tone.

Song Zhi took her hand out of Meng Huan's, glanced at Xiu Niang on the bed, pursed her lips, and nodded.

It would not be of any help if he stayed here, but would cause trouble.