A car accident, our family of three crossed

Song Ning took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed her heart, which had been beating wildly due to nervousness and fear. She moved her feet and approached cautiously, and only dared to stand behind Hang Shuheng and peek.

"How is he? Is he...alive?" She looked at the man lying motionless in the grass, and the tension that had just calmed down suddenly surged up again.

Hang Shuheng reached out his hand to the man's neck and could still feel a faint pulse. He withdrew his hand and said, "He's still alive."

With the light of the fire starter, Song Ning vaguely saw that Hang Shuheng's palm was covered with bright red blood. The glaring red stimulated her so much that she almost felt dizzy. The image of Yangyang covered in blood when he was in the car accident emerged in her mind.

She held Yangyang's hand tightly, closed her eyes and dared not look, and said in a trembling voice: "Save, save him..."

Hang Shuheng did not object. It would have been fine if they had not met him, but now that they had met him, if they did not help him, their consciences would not be at peace in the future.

Hang Shuheng lifted the unconscious man onto his back and said, "You hold your son and go first. I'll carry him on my back."

Human life was at stake, so they did not dare to delay. They carried the injured man on their backs and hurried back home. Fortunately, they returned home without any accidents and did not meet anyone.

As soon as they returned to their yard, bean-sized raindrops began to fall one by one. Hang Shuheng carried the man into the study and laid him flat on the kang. He turned to Song Ning and said, "Leave this to me. You take your son to clean up first, and then go to bed."

He also needed to clean up. After carrying this man all the way, his back was already soaked with the man's blood, which was particularly obvious against his green clothes.

Song Ning nodded, carried Yangyang to the yard to wash his hands and feet, went into the house to change clothes, and coaxed him to sleep on the kang.

Yangyang seemed to be really scared. He has been quiet and silent since he fell down. He even forgot such an important thing as telling his mother a bedtime story every night.

"Yangyang, are you scared?" Song Ning asked.

Yangyang nodded, then shook his head and said, "Yangyang is scared, but when I think of my daddy protecting us, I am no longer afraid. Mom! What happened to that man?"

"he got hurt."

"He lost so much blood. It must be really painful. Will he be okay?"

"Will be fine."

“Is he a good guy or a bad guy?”

"Mom wants to believe that he is a good man."

"That……"

"Okay, okay, stop asking so many questions. You haven't told a story tonight yet! Where did you end with Calabash Brothers?" In order to prevent him from asking more questions, Song Ning had to change the subject.

"Oh! It's about the snake demon that kidnapped Grandpa..."

He was just a three or five-year-old child, and his attention was easily diverted.

After the simple conversation just now, the nervousness of the mother and son had subsided a lot. Yangyang began to do his daily routine, and after a while, he successfully "coaxed" himself to sleep.

Song Ning covered him with a quilt and opened the door to go out. The rain outside had already started to fall heavily. Fortunately, a wide eave was left when the courtyard was built, so he would not get wet as soon as he stepped out of the house.

When she arrived at the study, Hang Shuheng had already boiled hot water and brought it in to clean the wound of the injured male protagonist. At this moment, he was cutting the other's clothes with scissors.

"How is it?" Song Ning asked. She took a closer look and saw that the blood on his body had not been cleaned up. The most intuitive feeling was that it was covered in blood. She resisted the strong discomfort and did not turn around and rush out.

"Why are you here? Go and have a rest, I can handle it alone." Hang Shuheng noticed that her face was a little pale and he could tell that she was not feeling well, so he advised her.

He was better than her. Although he was born in a peaceful era and had few opportunities to see such bloody scenes, he had a grandfather who was a commander! Since high school, he was sent to the army by the old man every summer vacation to "experience life", so his psychological quality was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

"I don't need to rest, I can help." Song Ning shook her head and said, even though the scene made her uncomfortable, she would not back down.

"Okay, then you can hand me a wet cloth later. But don't force yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room and rest."

"Well! I see!"

After Hang Shuheng cut off all the clothes on the man's upper body, he stretched out his hand to Song Ning and said, "Give me the wet cloth."

Hearing this, Song Ning quickly wrung out a wet cloth and handed it to him. The wet cloth was used to wipe and clean the area, and the basin of hot water had already turned into blood.

"Is it okay to just use hot water for cleaning? It won't achieve the disinfection effect. Will it cause infection?" Song Ning asked worriedly.

"The conditions are limited, it depends on his luck!"

Hang Shuheng wiped the blood off the man's body hastily, and the wounds were obvious. There were wounds on his body and arms, and judging from the shape of the wounds, they were probably caused by sharp weapons. Several wounds had already turned bloody and flesh inside out, and the most serious one was a wound on his left shoulder, deep enough to see the bone, and blood was still oozing out. If it was deeper, I'm afraid the whole arm would have been cut off.

After changing to a new basin of water and a wet cloth, Hang Shuheng began to clean the wound deeply. Song Ning helped him and tried not to look at the man. The discomfort had been alleviated a lot.

After all the wounds were cleaned, Hang Shuheng told Song Ning to prepare some clean cloth strips for bandaging the wounds, while he fiddled with a small porcelain bottle on the kang table.

Only at this moment did Song Ning notice this exquisite little bottle. In addition to this bottle of medicine, there was also a dagger inlaid with gems and a jade pendant of excellent quality on the kang table. In her impression, these were not things from home.

"This is?"

"It should be medicine for injuries."

Hang Shuheng shook the medicine bottle and could tell there was some powder inside. He pulled out the cork. But he hesitated at the last moment.

"What, what happened?" Song Ning asked nervously.

"I can't tell what kind of medicine this is. I don't know if it can be used on the wound. What if..." After all, in later generations, using the wrong medicine is also a very terrible thing. What's more, in this era of rudimentary medical conditions, the slightest carelessness may lead to irreparable consequences.

"But..." Song Ning quickly glanced at the man's body. The large wounds were still bleeding slowly. "If the bleeding is not stopped quickly, he will bleed too much and..." She couldn't say the last word.

What Song Ning said was true. If the bleeding was not stopped quickly, this man would bleed to death sooner or later.

I couldn't care less about anything at the moment. If I was going to die anyway, I might as well take a gamble.

Hang Shuheng approached the man with the medicine bottle and said to Song Ning, "I'll apply the medicine to him now, you go and prepare the cloth strips."

"Okay!" Song Ning agreed quickly, then turned around and walked out. She didn't dare to look, nor did she dare to think, if there was an unexpected event...