You only regret not having read enough books when you need them.
Jiang Henian looked at the small characters in the old edition of the medical book, which were lined up like ants. The various trauma treatment terms were densely packed in it, like a heavenly book, and his head felt buzzing.
I inexplicably felt the difficulty of "being intellectually disabled".
She originally wanted to borrow a place to eat and leave, but... she had just eaten, and when she looked at the space full of supplies, she felt guilty if she took a few more steps outside.
She had all these because this person borrowed 100,000 yuan from her.
Although he always threatens me, he never seems to have actually done anything to hurt me. He didn't even let me write an IOU. I can't be so heartless.
Jiang Henian brainwashed himself while flipping through medical books, truly trying his best to save the situation.
The man's face was paler than it had been in the afternoon.
His handsome, angular face was covered with cold sweat, and he had been changed into a blue cloth shirt. Unfortunately, the wounds on his chest and legs were too severe, and the rough bandages could not stop the bleeding. His body was burning like a stove.
I don’t know how he is still alive after bleeding all day. He is indeed the man standing at the top of the underworld!
Fortunately, he looked so seriously injured that his aura was weakened a lot and he was not so fierce anymore, otherwise Jiang Henian might not dare to touch him.
The two most serious injuries to the man were to his abdomen and right leg.
The wound on his abdomen looked like it had been stitched and then torn apart. Jiang Henian poured in some hydrogen peroxide, sprinkled some medicine on it, and bandaged it again over and over again.
I was given another fever-reducing medicine, children's liquid ibuprofen.
This guy was unconscious and very defensive, his mouth clenched tightly, so I couldn't feed him the pills.
As for his leg injury, Jiang Henian was at a loss.
The wound on his leg looked horrible. It was almost torn to pieces by some monster. There was not a single piece of good meat left. In some places, the broken white bones were even exposed.
When Jiang Henian lifted up his trouser legs, he almost vomited out the braised pork he had just eaten. His fingers were shaking and it took him a long time to mentally prepare himself before he gave up.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. I've read about it in my mother's book before. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. This is pork..."
"Pork, pork, don't be afraid..."
Jiang's brainwashing method gradually took effect, and Jiang Henian was finally able to open his eyes and look directly at the bloody wound.
She took out the two large boxes of medicine she bought from the pharmacy, muttered to herself as she took out a small portion, and gave it all to the man without fully understanding what she was doing.
He sat on the ground again, studying in the dim candlelight and frantically flipping through medical books.
When she turned to one of the pages, the girl was overjoyed. She bit the flashlight and ran to the back of the house. She bent over and scratched in the dense grass at the foot of the mountain with a wooden stick.
He picked up a few wooden sticks and pulled out a pocket full of unknown herbs, which he mashed into a dark green medicinal paste.
After a busy period of work, Jiang Henian sat down on the ground, sweating and panting from exhaustion.
The man was tall and strong, and it took a lot of effort for him to move one of his legs.
She supported herself on the ground with her hands and carefully looked at the man who had been wrapped like a mummy and put in a splint.
After a while, he chuckled softly, showing a rare sense of relief.
Jiang Henian thought of the several times they had met in the present world.
The man was cool and ruffian, with a nonchalant and evil air about him. He was holding a mighty Doberman. His height was estimated to be 1.9 meters, and his aura was 2.8 meters.
It is "Master He" who can make Scar Man and his gang tremble with fear without saying a word, and he especially loves to scare people.
When Jiang Henian looked at him, he felt that his small body would be broken at any time.
Now, in this strange time, their situations were reversed. He lay there defenseless, letting himself be tossed and squeezed, crushed, and flattened.
This feeling... is magical.
God knows, she was so scared that she fell down in the afternoon.
When I came out of Jiang's house and stood in the dark night, a strong sense of loneliness swept over me.
She didn't belong here, didn't know anyone here, and seemed to have nowhere to go if she left the Jiang family.
Jiang Henian somehow thought of the man lying here.
This was the only person she really connected with.
Suddenly, she didn't want him to die and wanted him to survive, so she eventually came back.
In the silent night, the candlelight flickered and even the chirping of insects stopped. Jiang Henian's fear of He Jinshan subsided a lot without him realizing it.
Of course, the main reason is that he is now unconscious and poses no threat.
Jiang Henian supported himself on the ground with his hands, moved his butt and turned around, leaning his back against the edge of the kang, sitting cross-legged. His tone was relaxed, and his voice was a little soft, like a little girl chattering with an acquaintance.
"He, Jin, Shan."
"Your name is He Jinshan, right?"
His fingers, stained with dried blood, held the remaining bottles of medicine, half a bottle of disinfectant, and half a roll of gauze, and rubbed them uncertainly.
"I'm not a doctor. This is the most I can give you. I have to keep the rest for myself. Whether you can hold on depends on you. You seem very strong. You shouldn't die like this..."
"... Consider it my apology for hitting you with my car. I'll come see you again when I have time. If these things are all used up, then..."
"...I'm sorry. It might be me who got you here. Don't blame me if you don't survive. I didn't mean to do that."
Jiang Henian paused his chatter, suddenly turned around, stared at the man whose expression seemed to be a little calmer, and muttered softly:
"It can't be... just a coincidence. Are you a native here?"
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