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"Come on! Here!" came the voice of a young man.

Soon, he ran here with a torch.

"Dad! You are okay! That's great! Uncle Zhong and the others are here." The young man who came was Yang Jianguo's son, Yang Deli.

Uncle Zhong is a famous hunter in the village. When he heard the wolf howling, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Yang Jianguo also had a look of having survived a disaster, and patted his son on the shoulder, "I'm fine, why are you here?"

"It was the villagers who heard the wolf howling. Uncle Zhong said that it might be that you guys encountered a wolf, so he organized the villagers to come out and take a look."

"village head!"

"village head!"

Another group of people came over holding torches. They were all young and strong men in the village.

When the educated youth saw that the villagers had come out to greet them, they relaxed.

They knew that this was truly safe.

With the help of the people in these villages, the group quickly returned to the village.

At the entrance of the village, a group of people stood here waiting anxiously.

These people are family members who are out looking for someone.

Wang Yingzi had sharp eyes and saw Yang Jianguo and the others from a distance.

"Mom, the village chief and his friends are back!"

Everyone took a closer look and, hey, it’s true!

So they all swarmed around it, because it was a wolf and they were all afraid that something had happened to their loved ones.

"Old Yang, are you okay?" Yang Jianguo's wife Liu Guihua pulled Yang Jianguo up and down and looked him up.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Yang Jianguo cleared his throat and said loudly, "If you have nothing to do, go home and don't gather here."

Yang Jianguo still has a lot of authority in Qingshan Village. As soon as he gave the order, everyone went home.

At this time, Zhao Nanshan's legs were already a little weak, and he kept leaning on Sun Yiming.

During the fight with the wolf, everyone had some scratches or abrasions, but Zhao Nanshan was the most seriously injured.

Feng Lingyu was the first to notice that something was wrong with Zhao Nanshan. She looked at his flushed face and knew that his wound was inflamed and he had a fever.

"Village chief, Zhao Nanshan has a fever and his wounds need to be treated immediately." Feng Lingyu looked at Yang Jianguo seriously and said.

Sun Yiming was so anxious that he almost cried, and said self-blamingly: "What? Nanshan, you have to hold on. It's all my fault. How come I didn't notice that something was wrong with you?"

Yang Jianguo quickly asked someone to carry Zhao Nanshan into the infirmary. There was a barefoot doctor in their village.

Ma Dafu looked at Zhao Nanshan's wound and said helplessly, "His wound is inflamed. We don't have any anti-inflammatory medicine here."

Yang Jianguo's heart sank when he heard this. The commune did have anti-inflammatory drugs, but it took four hours to go there and back, not to mention that it was still night and they had just experienced the wolf incident. Who would be willing to go and get the drugs?

By the time I get the medicine back tomorrow, the daylily will be cold.

Seeing that the village chief was silent, Sun Yiming was so anxious that he almost cried, "Is there no other way? Please save him! Save him!"

Ma Dafu sighed and shook his head.

Zhao Nanshan was still somewhat conscious at this time, and said softly: "Yiming, don't embarrass the village chief, this is my fate. You must persevere in the future, don't be impulsive, one day you can return to the city."

The other educated youth also felt sad when they saw this scene, and their mood, which had already survived a disaster, became heavy again.

Gao Xiaotao felt a little complicated at the moment. She didn't know whether Xiaoyu could save him, but she couldn't say anything. What if Xiaoyu had other considerations, wouldn't that ruin Xiaoyu's plans?

She has to consider Xiaoyu in everything!

"I have a plan."

Just when everyone was immersed in the sad atmosphere, Feng Lingyu spoke.

Sun Yiming's eyes lit up and he rushed to Feng Lingyu, as if he was holding on to his last straw.

"Really? Can it be cured?"

"Yes." Feng Lingyu said calmly.

"But you all have to get out."

Sun Yiming thought that Feng Lingyu was afraid that everyone would influence her, so he naturally agreed to this request.

Ma Dafu was a little hesitant. Feng Lingyu looked so young, could she really treat people?

Seeing that no one was moving, Sun Yiming became anxious and started pushing everyone out the door.

"Everyone get out, everyone get out, I believe in Feng Lingyu."

This is Zhao Nanshan’s last hope. No matter what, he must let Feng Lingyu give it a try. It is better than lying here and waiting to die.

In the infirmary, after Feng Lingyu made sure that everyone had left, he took out a silver needle from the space, first sealed the acupuncture points on Zhao Nanshan's arm with the needle, and then cleaned his wound with spiritual spring water.

The spiritual spring water should be able to kill the bacteria on his hands and achieve an anti-inflammatory effect.

To be on the safe side, Feng Lingyu gave Zhao Nanshan another small cup of spiritual spring water.

After these were dealt with, Feng Lingyu went out and called Ma Dafu in.

"What's wrong? Has it become more serious?" Ma Dafu asked anxiously.

"No, I have already treated his wound for inflammation, so he shouldn't have a fever anymore. Please sew up his wound."

It is easy to explain how to treat a wound, just say that you have medicine, but it is really hard to explain how to suturing, so it is better to let a specialist do it.

"The fever has really gone down." Ma Dafu exclaimed in amazement.

Sun Yiming paced back and forth outside, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Wu Meiyu muttered, "I don't know if she's a liar or not. She really believes that she has medical skills."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb! I believe in Feng Lingyu. Even if, even if she can't do anything, I'll thank her!"

Sun Yiming glared angrily.

Wu Meiyu was startled, but seeing Sun Yiming's angry look, she didn't dare to say anything.

"Come in, he's fine now. Doctor Ma is stitching his wound." Feng Lingyu walked out and invited Sun Yiming in.

"After all this talk, it's still Dr. Ma's credit."

Wu Meiyu just couldn't stand seeing Feng Lingyu doing well, so she said it with disdain.

"Wu Meiyu! What else can you do all day long besides making sarcastic remarks? Shut up!"

Sun Yiming really didn't want to give Wu Meiyu any face anymore, so he walked straight into the infirmary after saying that. He didn't have time to care about her now.

"You came in, I sewed him up. Fortunately, Comrade Youfeng treated his wound and reduced the inflammation, otherwise it would be really dangerous." Ma Dafu said to Sun Yiming.

Sun Yiming bowed deeply to Feng Lingyu who was standing beside him, "Thank you, you saved my brother's life. From now on, your business is our brother's business!"

Thinking that Sun Yiming and Zhao Nanshan were indeed reliable along the way, and that he might be able to use them in the future, Feng Lingyu nodded to express his gratitude.