Chapter 220 Vital Point
Her heart clenched suddenly, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Song Wenhua was breathing heavily.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand.
"I'm fine, just a superficial wound, don't worry about me..."
"Go and check on Guizhi quickly." Seeing that he could still speak and move, Shen Cuifen was finally relieved.
She knew that Song Wenhua had always been tough.
If you weren't truly able to handle it, you wouldn't say "I'm fine".
"Guizhen, you stay here and look after Wenhua. I'm going to check on Guizhi."
Shen Cuifen spoke decisively and turned to walk towards her daughter.
With tears in her eyes, Shen Guizhen nodded heavily, squatted down to support Song Wenhua, and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to gently wipe the blood off his face.
Shen Cuifen immediately ran over.
She didn't say anything, not even a word of comfort.
He pulled Lu Xiuye into his arms and wrapped his arms tightly around her thin shoulders.
"Takae, were you scared? Mom is late... It's all Mom's fault, Mom couldn't find you sooner..."
Her voice choked with emotion.
Even as Lu Zhonghe was punching and kicking her, Lu Xiuye gritted her teeth and didn't shed a single tear.
When Lu Shuixian tied her hands and feet with strips of cloth, she also bit her lip.
But at this moment, she was being hugged so tightly by her mother.
All the fear, grievances, repression, and despair instantly overwhelmed her last line of defense.
She suddenly broke down.
Tears streamed down my face.
"Mom... I thought... I would never see you again... I thought you didn't want me anymore... I thought... I would die here..."
She cried like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
She ran back as fast as she could, but her legs felt like they were made of lead, or like they were being dragged down by something invisible.
It just won't go fast no matter what.
She hated that her legs were too slow and that she wasn't strong enough.
Later, when she finally escaped, she slowly pieced together the whole story.
Only then did she realize that Lu Zhonghe was behind all of this.
When she realized that no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape, her heart felt like it had been doused with ice water from head to toe.
"Don't be afraid, Takae, Mom is here, Mom is here!"
She pulled Lu Xiuye into a tight embrace.
"Don't be afraid, child, Mom is here. Mom has come to take you away. I will never let anyone bully you again..."
She repeated it softly over and over, gently patting Lu Xiuye's soaked back with her palm.
Not far away, Shen Guizhen looked up and her gaze inadvertently swept over Song Wenhua's wrist hanging by his side.
A thin line of blood was clearly visible seeping from the edge of his snow-white sleeve.
Although the wound wasn't deep, it was still bleeding, mixed with sweat.
Her pupils contracted, her heart pounded, and almost instinctively she took the blue cloth towel she always carried from her waist.
"Brother Wenhua, wait a minute, let me bandage you! Don't move!"
Song Wenhua hurriedly took half a step back, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, and waved her hands repeatedly.
"No need, no need, it's really nothing! It's just a minor scratch, a scrape... What's a little blood to a man? It doesn't hurt at all, really!"
His voice trailed off as he spoke, hiding his injured hand behind his back.
Actually, the injury wasn't serious.
However, during their fierce struggle with Zhang Qiang, the two stumbled and rushed into the bushes.
Song Wenhua's wrist was accidentally grazed by a sharp, dry twig, which caused this cut.
He was so focused on saving people that he forgot all about it.
But Shen Guizhen refused to believe it.
Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were slightly red.
"What do you mean 'no need'! Look at you, you're bleeding like this, and you still say you're fine?"
Her voice was filled with anger, yet also with heartache, and her tone was much harsher than usual.
Before he could react, she grabbed his wrist.
She grabbed his arm and leaned closer to examine him.
Upon seeing this, my heart clenched even tighter.
The wound was not only bleeding, but its edges were also covered with mud and sand.
Dark brown soil mixed with grass clippings was plastered onto the cracked skin.
If exposed to wind and sun and not cleaned in time, it is very easy for it to become infected and fester.
She bit her lower lip, held her breath, and carefully cleaned a corner of the towel with her sweat.
Gently wipe away the dirt around the wound.
The sunlight slanted down on her, casting her focused profile.
She was completely absorbed in treating her wounds and didn't notice that Song Wenhua, who was standing next to her, was already breathing erratically.
Finally, all the silt was cleared away.
She turned the towel over to the other, still clean side, gently lifted his wrist, and slowly wrapped it around his wrist, circle by circle.
Finally, she tied a tight knot that didn't feel tight around her hands.
After doing all this, she slowly raised her eyes, preparing to say something.
But in the instant their eyes met...
She met Song Wenhua's burning, panicked eyes.
He was staring at her intently, his lips slightly moving, his face still flushed, and his eyes filled with shyness.
Shen Guizhen's mind went blank for a moment.
She released her grip abruptly as if she had been burned.
She suddenly took half a step back, her cheeks instantly burning hot.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him again, feeling only ringing in her ears and her heart pounding.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
The wind in the forest stopped, and the leaves no longer rustled.
Shen Guizhen bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to calm down.
She took a deep breath, turned around in a panic, and wanted to quickly walk to her sister's side to see what was going on.
Just then, a rustling sound came from underfoot.
A quick glance out of the corner of her eye, and her blood froze instantly!
Zhang Qiang, who should have been unconscious on the ground, somehow quietly got up!
His face was covered in dirt and blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was twisted in a grimace.
He gripped a rusty sickle tightly in his hand.
The blade was pointed directly at Song Wenhua's unsuspecting nape, no more than a foot away!
Song Wenhua, with his back to him, was adjusting his sleeves and was completely unaware of the impending danger.
"Brother Wenhua! Get out of the way!!"
Shen Guizhen felt a chill creep up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
Without thinking, she lunged forward almost instinctively, slamming her head against Song Wenhua's shoulder with all her might!
Caught off guard, Song Wenhua was pushed hard and stumbled forward, turning around in astonishment.
"Whoosh!"
The sickle whistled through the air, narrowly missing him by a hair's breadth from the back of his neck!
Shen Guizhen stood there, trembling all over.
She stood in front of Song Wenhua, her arms outstretched.
He didn't even have time to turn around; he could only twist his waist and exert force based on the direction she shouted urgently.
He kicked out with his right foot, aiming straight for Zhang Qiang's side waist!
"Bang!"
A muffled thud exploded.
Zhang Qiang only had time to let out a shrill scream.
He was lifted into the air, flew a distance of half a meter, and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground.
His body twitched.
He then collapsed, his limbs sprawled out limply, and his eyes rolled back.
Song Wenhua, still furious, took a step forward and forcefully pried the sickle out of Zhang Lin's hand.
Without saying a word, he swung his fist and smashed it into Zhang Lin's face and chest.
Shen Cuifen and Lu Xiuye were completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.
My mind went blank, and my whole body was trembling.
They scrambled to their feet and staggered backward.
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