"That damn bean-collecting scoundrel looks like he's stood us up again!"
Afang said with a smile, "Let's bring the beans in from the doorway first. Brother Liu definitely won't be coming to collect the beans today."
“They tricked us into moving around…” A middle-aged woman had just opened her door when she saw a man covered in blood.
"Oh no! What a ghost! Everything's going wrong today."
Hearing the noise from inside, Afang put down the basket she had just brought in and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Come and take a look!" Afang's mother pointed to Chen Dong, who had already fallen to the ground.
It was dark, and Ah Fang took out an old-fashioned flashlight, shone it carefully, and slowly said:
"This is the person who just scattered our beans all over the ground."
Afang's mother only noticed that he was covered in blood, and his head seemed to be soaked in blood.
"Has he run into some thugs?" Afang noticed that Chen Dong was wearing a suit and tie, and didn't look like an ordinary person.
"Mom, he's injured. Shall we take him back and treat his wound?" Afang asked.
Afang's mother frowned, clearly not wanting to cause trouble for herself.
The mother looked at her daughter with a reproachful expression, "Are you blind? Didn't you see what's on his head? This person doesn't look like a good person. We'd better not cause trouble."
Afang ignored her mother's words and said dismissively, "Why doesn't she look like a good person? Do you have an X-ray in your eyes? Can you tell if someone is good or bad?"
"Alright, stop talking. He's still bleeding from his head. If this drags on any longer, he'll die."
Ignoring her mother's objections, Afang insisted on dragging the man into the yard. Her mother, seeing her daughter struggling to carry him alone, had no choice but to come and help.
"I told you not to meddle in other people's business. This person is so badly injured, how could he have encountered an ordinary thug? It must be an enemy seeking revenge."
Afang quickly prepared iodine-soaked gauze and hemostatic powder. While bandaging Chen Dong, she said, "It seems like there's nothing seriously wrong."
After cleaning the blood from the wound, Afang noticed that he had been hit on the back of the head, with a lump the size of an egg protruding, and a tear a few centimeters long on his temple.
Afang had learned a little bit of medical skills before and knew how to suture wounds. A wound a few centimeters long was not difficult for her at all.
After quickly stitching up the wound, she carried the man to her bed.
Afang's mother was secretly observing the young man from the side.
"You know what, he was covered in blood just now, I couldn't even recognize him, but now that he's wiped the blood off, he actually looks pretty handsome."
"What happened to this young man? How did he get so badly injured?"
The woman put down her shopping basket and looked at Afang's mother cautiously, saying, "He's all wet; he might be an illegal immigrant from the mainland."
“But he’s dressed so well, he doesn’t seem like…” As she spoke, Afang’s mother took a closer look at Chen Dong’s clothes.
"Did you get into trouble? Were you framed? Is that why you smuggled yourself here?" Afang asked.
Afang's mother quickly went out and closed the door. Then she returned to her daughter's room and said softly, "She must have done something bad."
The daughter shook her head. "He seems quite upright to me."
Looking at Chen Dong's clothes, Afang's mother said, "He's dressed so well. Just by looking at the quality and style of his clothes, you can tell he's not an ordinary person."
“Daughter, it’s too dangerous for us to keep this kind of person at home. Let’s throw him out. Anyway, his wounds have been treated and his life isn’t in danger.”
Her daughter stared at her, surprised, and said, "Those people might still be looking for him outside. If they find him, and they've been so ruthless, do you think he has any chance of surviving?"
"Who is it?" Afang's mother asked. "Didn't you say he was an illegal immigrant?"
Afang deliberately spoke vaguely: "What I mean is, since saving a life is like building a seven-story pagoda, I feel that no matter if he is a good person or a bad person, if I encounter him, I should save him."
"If we find out he's a bad guy in the future, we can hand him over to the police, right?"
Afang's mother had always disagreed with leaving Chen Dong at home, but she couldn't persuade her daughter otherwise, so she had to agree.
Chen Dong slept at A Fang's house for a day and a night. When he woke up from his daze, he saw A Fang holding a bowl, preparing to feed him medicine.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Chen Dong asked.
Afang's mother leaned over and tapped Chen Dong's forehead, saying, "You fainted at our doorstep, and we saved you."
"I'm injured?" Chen Dong seemed not to understand what they were talking about; he vaguely felt a slight stinging sensation on his head.
The pain gradually intensified, starting in the temples and then spreading to the back of the head.
"Why does my head hurt so much?" Chen Dong instinctively covered his head, but only managed to cover the tightly bandaged gauze.
"I'm injured."
The mother said somewhat impatiently, "Young man, you're awake now. Tell us where you live and who your family is. We'll take you home."
Chen Dong looked at the middle-aged woman, then glanced at Afang, his eyes filled with confusion and doubt.
Where is my home? Who are my family members?
"Hey!" Afang's mother put her hands on her hips and raised her voice, somewhat angrily, "Why are you mimicking me?"
"I'm asking you, who are you? Where do you come from?"
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