"Village chief—I can't live without Lao Hong!!!" the old woman cried out, interrupting the old village chief.

Zhang Cheng looked at his aunt, who was crying her heart out, with a solemn expression. He sighed inwardly and said slowly, "Aunt, even if I agree to your request, Uncle Hong might not make it to the county hospital."

The mountain road is difficult to travel, and it will take at least five or six hours to walk. In addition, given the freezing weather, it would be difficult for Uncle Hong to make it in his current condition.

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, the old woman became even more agitated. She grabbed Zhang Cheng's arm and cried out, "Er Gouzi, as long as you're willing to help, even if... even if your Uncle Hong dies on the way, I won't say a word. From now on, I'll... I'll be your slave..."

Zhang Cheng looked around the hall. The other seven villagers were all pale-faced, their eyes filled with despair.

Perhaps, in their eyes, Lao Hong was just taking the first step, and they would soon be next.

"Let's go to the county!"

"Er Gouzi, don't do anything stupid! Walking on mountain paths in this heavy snow will kill you!"

"Yeah, Er Gouzi, you need to think this through carefully."

Zhang Cheng scanned the crowd, meeting their anxious and worried faces, then suddenly grinned and said in a relaxed tone, "Uncles and elders, I, Zhang Ergouzi, am very tough. Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take me. Besides, my aunt just knelt down and kowtowed to me. If I didn't agree, I'd shorten my lifespan."

At this moment, Zhang Da Nao and Li Qiming also rushed over after hearing the news.

As soon as they heard that Zhang Cheng was going to carry Uncle Hong to the county hospital, everyone clamored to go with him.

"Damn it!" the old village chief suddenly cursed, his eyes turning red, and he gritted his teeth, "Let's go, all of you, to the county! Call over all the strong men in the village!"

"Village chief, what's going on?"

"If Lao Hong needs saving, then aren't the others human too? Let's go together, so we can look out for each other on the way. Besides, if someone really falls into a ravine, we can remember the location and know where to collect the body when the snow melts in the spring!"

The old village chief still showed courage in crucial moments.