Chapter 75 More Serious Than I Thought

The commotion was so loud that the village committee immediately called in. Village Chief Wang and the Party Secretary came out and saw Lin Xin howling.

There was a small knife stuck in Lin Xin's injured hand, and blood spots were splattered everywhere. Lu Xiang froze in place, with a look of panic on her face.

When Village Chief Wang saw this, he quickly said to the Party Secretary beside him, "Send them to the medical team!"

The village party secretary said, "All the carts in the village are in use." After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's not your foot that's injured. Let's walk over."

Lin Xin's entire palm was pierced, damaging blood vessels and nerves. The slightest movement caused excruciating pain. Sweat covered his forehead. If he had any strength left, he would have wanted to tear Lu Xiang apart alive, but he didn't have the strength.

Even if he screamed, it would hurt more. Blood flowed slowly from the bloody wound on his palm, as if it was going to drain all the blood out of his body.

The village chief and the village party secretary each held Lin Xin on both sides and went to the clinic. They said, "Lu Xiang, you follow too." Although they didn't know what happened, they could guess what happened after seeing it!

Since Lu Xiang got married, she has become more energetic and beautiful. Many men have feelings for her, and the people in the village have the desire but not the courage to do anything bad to her.

Lin Xin was quite brave and had his hand pierced.

Village chief Wang felt that the man deserved it, but after all, this is a civilized society, and no matter how wrong he was, he should be sent to the medical team for treatment.

Lu Xiang came back to her senses a little. She had killed chickens before, but this was the first time she had hurt someone. Fortunately, she reacted quickly just now, but she was still scared when she saw him holding his hands and wailing!

Lu Xiang's face turned pale.

Following the village chief, he told him the whole story.

The village chief nodded. Then he said to Lin Xin in a bad mood, "You are old enough to be Lu Xiang's father, how can you be so shameless?" In other words, the current policy is good.

In the early years when there was a crackdown on relationships between men and women, people like him were arrested and shot.

Lin Xin was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to distinguish what was happening. Every time he took a step, the slight tremor would make the wound hurt more, as if a knife was cutting into his palm left and right.

Although Lin Xin was not a good person, the village chief could not let anyone get into trouble at his hands, so he quickly went to the local health center.

The health centers here are all run by barefoot doctors who later became naturalized. Seeing the knife still sticking out of his hand, he was also frightened: "You can't pull it out. If you pull it out and injure a blood vessel, you'll die."

The village chief said, "Then hurry up and save him. He has lost a lot of blood along the way."

The doctor at the clinic said, "His injuries are too severe. I'm not qualified enough to treat him. You should rush him to the county hospital."

The village chief hadn't expected such trouble. Seeing Lin Xin weakening, he slapped him twice in the face. Lin Xin glared at him, suspecting the village chief of seeking revenge.

The village chief said, "We can't save you at this clinic right now. We'll take you to the county hospital. You better be alert and don't die on the way."

The village party secretary borrowed a tricycle from someone, and Lin Xin got on it while the village party secretary rode it.

The tricycles here couldn't compare to the lightness and convenience of Lu Xiang's new purchase. The one at the clinic had been used for over a decade, and the rubber on the wheels had been patched over and over again, leaving them completely deflated. Pedaling was incredibly difficult.

Lu Xiang and the village chief could only walk to the county hospital.

Even though there was only one injured person in the car, the village party secretary was exhausted.

The dirt roads in the countryside were always littered with small rocks and broken dirt, causing the tricycle to stumble and fall. Lin Xin was on top, knife in hand. Every bump felt like torture to him.

Lin Xin was in excruciating pain!

Arriving at the county hospital, he was rushed to the emergency room, where doctors immediately requested emergency surgery. Lin Xin was nearly fainting when he arrived at the hospital.

The village chief didn’t think it was serious at first, just a hand injury.

But then I saw many doctors and interns from the hospital coming in for consultation. Soon a nurse came out of the clinic, practically running, and a few moments later brought back two bags of plasma from another clinic.

The nurse came over to urge them to pay. The village head and the village party secretary turned pale. They had left in such a hurry that they didn't even have fifty cents in their hands. "We can go back and collect this money, okay?"

Lu Xiang said, "I still have five dollars." She always carried some money with her.

The nurse said, "Okay, please pay the rest as soon as possible." She took Lu Xiang's five dollars.

After a while, a doctor came out and said, "Let me tell you about the patient's condition. His hand is being stitched up, with over twenty stitches. It will affect his ability to use his hands in the future."

The village chief said nonchalantly, "I understand." Being injured is definitely different from not being injured.

But Lu Xiang understood what the doctor meant. If medical technology developed rapidly thirty years later, neurosurgery would be able to reconnect the severed nerves in the hand, and the hand would still be able to move freely and flexibly.

But now, it is impossible to perform such delicate surgery. We can only suture the wound and ignore the broken nerves inside.

Lu Xiang injured his hand, which didn't seem serious, but in fact, it was equivalent to making him disabled.

After the doctor finished speaking, he sutured the patient and carried him out. The village chief wanted to tell Lu Xiang that she was too rash, but when he looked at Lu Xiang's palm-sized face, he saw that she was so frightened that her face looked paler than usual.

The village chief also felt a little sorry for him. He said, "Lin Xin is old and has lived like a dog. He learned some nonsense outside and came back to bully people."

The village chief had also heard that Lin Xin had returned for revenge. He had tried to warn Lin Xin yesterday but couldn't find him, and who knew that something would happen today.

Lu Xiang said, "Village Chief, I want to go to the supply and marketing cooperative." Fu Qinhui was at the supply and marketing cooperative. The county hospital was not far away.

The village chief's heart softened and he said, "Go."

Lu Xiang had just gotten married, and when she encountered such a big thing, she had to tell Fu Qinhui about it.

Lu Xiang left quickly, and the village chief asked the village party secretary to go back as well. They hadn't told anyone else when they left, fearing they wouldn't be able to find anyone if something happened in the village. He said to the village party secretary, "Go tell his sister to bring money to pay the fees and come and serve us."

The village party secretary also went back with a task, which was to return the tricycle to the clinic.

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Lu Xiang went to the supply and marketing cooperative. When Fu Qinhui saw her coming, his face warmed.

Lu Xiang told him what had just happened: "I seem to have gotten into trouble." She had planned to find out more about Lin Xin before making any plans, but Lin Xin actually came to her on his own initiative and even tried to flirt with her.

This is intolerable.

Fu Qinhui quickly got up from the stool, looked at Lu Xiang and said, "Have you been bullied?" There was a chill in his tone.

Lu Xiang said: "That's not the case."

Fu Qinhui said, "Don't worry about the rest." He stood up and went to ask for leave from the director. Then he took Lu Xiang's hand and left.

As soon as I went out, I saw an old lady with a small flag. She looked like she was in charge of the city's customs. When she saw them, she said in a serious tone, "You two young people are not allowed to hold hands."

When she yelled like that, people on the street looked at Fu Qinhui and Lu Xiang.

Lu Xiang was about to let go, but Fu Qinhui held her tighter. He also put his arm around Lu Xiang's shoulders and said, "Auntie, she is my lover. We are married."