Chapter 140 She felt a warm current flowing out...

Is he still... still breathing?

Upon seeing this, the villagers carrying Wang Jianjun lifted a corner of the tattered cotton-padded coat covering him.

That familiar face was swollen and bluish, with blood still clinging to the corner of its mouth, but its eyes were still wide open!

Sensing Jiang Wanxia approaching, he laboriously turned his head and stared at her.

In his bloodshot eyes, there was only endless resentment, reflecting Jiang Wanxia's figure.

Fortunately, he was currently unable to move or speak, and could only stare intently at the woman.

Jiang Wanxia felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at.

Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years!

The person she pushed and hit with a stone is still alive!

Upon arriving at his doorstep, Zhao Wenchang scooped up Jiang Wanqiu from the stretcher and carried her horizontally.

The man's strong arms steadily supported her, letting her lean against him before they walked into the house.

Ping An, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.

Zhao Xiaohua and Zhao Shan supported him on either side, confirming that he only had a swollen face and was very cold, but had not lost any arms or legs. Then, Zhao's mother, Ma Jinhua, slapped him.

"You troublemaker! All you ever do is run away! This time you almost got Wanqiu killed too, I'll beat you to death, you good-for-nothing!"

Ping An was knocked off balance by the blows, but he didn't utter a sound as the punches and kicks rained down on his thin body.

Finally, panting, Ma Jinhua pointed to the snow in the yard and roared, "Kneel down! Reflect on your actions!"

In the bedroom, the warm heated kang bed dispelled some of the chill.

Zhao Wenchang gently placed Jiang Wanqiu on the kang (a heated brick bed) and then pulled a thick cotton quilt over her body.

Jiang Wanqiu's small face was deathly pale, and her lips were bloodless; the sight of her sent chills down one's spine.

"Wait here, I'll go get some hot water to wipe you down." After settling the woman in, Zhao Wenchang began bustling about inside and out.

He turned and went out, and soon came back in with a basin of boiling water and a clean cloth.

He sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), wrung out a steaming hot cloth, and was about to unbutton Jiang Wanqiu's clothes.

Jiang Wanqiu instinctively shrank back: "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Wenchang paused in his movements, his dark eyes meeting her startled gaze: "Your clothes are all wet; you'll get sick if you don't change them."

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and reached out his hand again.

Two blushes rose on Jiang Wanqiu's face, but she was too weak to do anything about it. She reluctantly let him unbutton her clothes.

Once the body warms up, the sensations return.

She felt another surge of heat between her legs, the sticky sensation making her stiffen.

She looked down and noticed that the lining of her cotton pants had been stained with a faint dark red hue.

Is it...is it my period?

Perhaps it was because I was too frightened today and caught a chill, my days are so irregular.

Zhao Wenchang noticed it too. His eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything. He just got up and went to find clean clothes.

He carefully wiped her cheeks and neck, avoiding touching places he shouldn't, and then changed her into clean shirts one by one.

They came and went without the slightest impatience.

Normally, Zhao Wenchang would also take the opportunity to tease women.

But right now, he really wasn't in the mood.

Zhao Xiaohua brought in a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water. Seeing Jiang Wanqiu's appearance, she said with concern, "Wanqiu, you scared us to death! It's good that you're alright. I asked Zhao Shan to find a doctor, but the doctor went home for the New Year and couldn't see you. I think you should rest on the kang (heated brick bed) for the next few days and not get out of bed!"

Jiang Wanqiu drank a sip of hot ginger tea, which warmed her body and cleared her mind.

She nodded, then said to the people around her, "Let my sister in; I have something to ask her."

Jiang Wanxia, ​​who was still performing energetically outside the house, was dragged up from the snow and shivering as she was brought inside.

As soon as I entered, I was met with two sharp gazes.

"Sister, brother-in-law..." Jiang Wanxia's voice trembled violently.

Upon seeing the person, Jiang Wanqiu went straight to the point and questioned, "Why didn't you call for help after I fell?"

This is also the question Zhao Wenchang wanted to ask.

Jiang Wanxia's heart skipped a beat, and the words she had prepared beforehand blurted out: "Sister! I... I was terrified! It was so dark, the wind was so strong, and I watched you fall right before my eyes. My mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do! I... I didn't think to call for help!"

She knelt down again with a thud, this time with tears streaming down her face: "Sister, I'm so glad you're alright! If anything had really happened to you, I... I would have had to atone with my death!"

Then, she abruptly changed the subject, beginning to sob about her misfortune, trying to divert attention: "I really didn't mean to! Besides, my man fell in too! If I didn't save you, how could I not save him?! I was terrified, truly terrified! His life is now unknown, what am I going to do for the rest of my life... Waaah..."

Zhao Wenchang, too lazy to listen to her wailing, turned and left the room.

Wang Jianjun had been carried to a small room, where he lay stiffly on the door panel, barely breathing.

Zhao Wenchang squatted down and briefly examined his wound.

He had a large gash on the back of his head, a bloody mess, and probably many of his bones were broken as well.

This injury is incurable in the village.

"He needs to be taken to the county hospital," Zhao Wenchang concluded to the group after returning. "However, the roads are extremely slippery in this heavy snow. It will take at least a day or two for the tractor to get to the county. Whether he makes it there alive depends on his own fate."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Wanxia urgently shouted, "Send him! Send him right away! Brother-in-law, please, quickly get someone to take him to the county hospital! No matter how much it costs, I will save his life!"

The more affectionate she appeared, the more disgusted Zhao Wenchang became.

The woman cried so loudly it shook the heavens and earth, yet there was not a trace of grief in her eyes.

Jiang Wanxia is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

He didn't want this kind of trouble to stay at home and bother his wife.

"Fine," Zhao Wenchang replied coldly, then turned to arrange for the village's tractors.

Before it gets dark, let's get rid of these two plagues quickly.

The tractor chugged along the bumpy snowy road, and Jiang Wanxia was jolted around in the back.

She covered Wang Jianjun with all the tattered quilts and worn-out cotton-padded coats that the villagers had kindly given her to keep warm on the road, muttering, "Husband, you must hold on, don't get cold..."

As she spoke, she subtly and slowly covered Wang Jianjun's mouth and nose with the quilt.

The sound of the tractor drowned out everything else in the truck bed.

Wang Jianjun, who was under the blanket, felt suffocated and began to struggle, but he was too badly injured and his strength was less than a cat's scratch.

He could only make faint "woo-woo" sounds, his eyes wide open as if they were about to burst.

Jiang Wanxia pressed down hard, a ferocious smile on her face.

We traveled for two days and one night.

They didn't give him a drop of water or a single grain of rice.

When the tractor finally arrived at the county hospital, Jiang Wanxia lifted the blanket and checked Wang Jianjun's breathing.

That's all.

A huge weight was lifted from her heart, and she felt completely exhausted, but her face still wore an expression of utter grief as she cried out for the doctor.

Several doctors in white coats hurriedly lifted the person off the tractor and rushed them into the emergency room.

Jiang Wanxia sat on the cold bench, waiting for the doctor to come out and announce the result she had been waiting for.

After a while, the door to the emergency room opened, and a doctor ran out, covered in sweat, with a hint of relief and excitement on his face, and grabbed her hand.

"Family members! Your husband is incredibly lucky! If you had arrived any later, he would have really died!"

The doctor patted her shoulder excitedly and solemnly assured her, "Although he's in shock, don't worry, because he was brought in in time, there's still hope! We will do everything we can to save him!"

Jiang Wanxia's expression became somewhat distorted.

Hearing the doctor's hopeful words, she felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with the family member? Quick, someone come and help her up!"

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Li Dashuan, a villager who was driving a tractor, stepped forward and helped Jiang Wanxia, ​​who was as limp as a noodle, to her feet.

Li Dashuan was an honest man. His face, full of wrinkles, broke into a wide smile as he grinned and boasted to the doctor, "Doctor, you don't know, I drove this tractor like an airplane all the way here! I was afraid of delaying the rescue! Now it's all right, the person is fine!"

Hearing this, she was filled with rage.

Why are you driving so fast! Why don't you just drive into the ditch!

A nurse came over with a notebook and said in a businesslike manner, "Family member, please go to the window over there and pay the hospital fees first."

money?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanxia's eyes lit up again.

She pulled away from Li Dashuan's hand, slumped onto the bench, and began wiping away tears again, her voice weak and feeble: "Money... I just came back to visit relatives, where would I get any money... Don't worry, doctor, we're not the kind of unreasonable family members who can refuse to treat us just because we can't afford it. We, we'll think of another way!"

If the hospital stops operating due to lack of funds, Wang Jianjun is doomed!

Upon hearing this, Li Dashuan became agitated again: "Sister, what are you saying! Why are you worried about money! Doctors, don't listen to her, she's just confused from fright! The person lying inside is Comrade Zhao Wenchang's brother-in-law!"

"Zhao Wenchang?"

Several doctors and nurses paused for a moment upon hearing the name, then looked at each other.

One of the younger doctors suddenly realized: "Isn't that Zhao Wenchang, the combat hero who led the raid on the human trafficking den and rescued so many women?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's him!" Li Dashuan thumped his chest loudly. "Our village's hero! His family's character is absolutely impeccable! Would he owe you medical bills?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hospital's attitude changed immediately.

The senior doctor in the lead waved his hand and said to the nurse, "Then save the person first! Arrange the surgery immediately! Open a fast track for the hero's family. The expenses can be written on first, and they can be paid back whenever they have the money. The person cannot be delayed!"