Chapter 429: Wealth is like idle clouds, not controlled by people
The horse pulled the carriage and ran to the man.
The carriage passed in front of the two of them, stirring up a cloud of yellow dust. Wan Laoer quickly hugged Fubao and dodged to the side. At the same time, he twisted his body, turned his back to the carriage, and held Fubao in his arms to prevent Fubao from being choked by the yellow dust.
After the carriage passed by, Fubao immediately popped his little head out from Wan Laoer's arms.
"Dad, look, the horse has stopped."
Fubao stared at the horse curiously, and saw that the horse was using its mouth to push the man lying on the ground.
Wan Laoer also found it strange, so he picked up Fubao and went forward to check what was going on.
At this time, Fubao struggled to get off Wan Laoer, and ran to the man anxiously with his legs, squatted in front of the man, and stretched out his little hand to feel the man's breath.
"Daddy, this person is still breathing, but very small." After Fubao checked his breath, he immediately shouted.
Wan Laoer had come over by now and he found that the horse was actually crying and was nudging the man.
Wan Laoer was shocked. He was too familiar with this scene. When he bought the cow, the cow was reluctant to leave its owner and shed tears. Could it be that this man was the owner of the horse? If so, then this man must be Jia Yanbing that Lao Ding mentioned?
Thinking of this possibility, Wan Laoer quickly turned the man over.
When Wan Laoer saw the other person's situation clearly, his face turned pale with horror. The man was seriously injured, with several cuts on his chest. The blood had dyed his cotton coat red, and the exposed cotton wool was soaked with blood. The man was frozen stiff and almost out of breath. If he was not rescued quickly to stop the bleeding, he would die in less than half a day.
Wan Laoer quickly carried the person onto the carriage. The horse immediately snorted at Wan Laoer and rubbed his arm affectionately.
Wan Laoer became even more certain that this person was Jia Yanbing, but he had not expected that he would have such a fate with him. Fate was truly wonderful, as if God had already arranged everything.
He bought Jia Yanbing's horse at a low price, but because of the horse, it saved its owner. The gears of fate slowly turned between Wan Laoer and the Jia family. How would the fate of the two families be linked together? Everything was unknown.
After Wan Laoer put Jia Yanbing in the carriage, he immediately turned around and carried his daughter into the carriage.
"My daughter, Daddy is driving the carriage to Baiyun Town ahead to stay overnight and to take this uncle to see a doctor. During this time, can you take care of your uncle first? Check if he is still breathing every once in a while. If his breathing becomes weaker, you can shout for Daddy loudly, understand?"
Wan Laoer gave Fubao serious instructions.
Fubao also nodded seriously, "Daddy, Fubao knows, don't worry, Fubao is the best at taking care of people."
Wan Laoer thought about the last time Fubao said this, it seemed that Hu Zhengyang was injured, and as a result, Hu Zhengyang was bumpy all the way, and Fubao actually fell asleep. However, this time the journey was short, so he was not worried that Fubao would fall asleep.
Wan Laoer lowered the thick carriage curtain, closed the carriage door, and pulled the reins hard. The horse immediately raised its hooves and trotted away, as if it also knew that its master needed urgent medical treatment.
The distance was more than ten miles, but we arrived there in less than fifteen minutes.
The sun had just set below the horizon and the sky had already darkened. The northwest wind was blowing and people could not help but tighten their necks and hurry their steps.
Wan Laoer met an old man driving an ox cart at the entrance of the town. The old man was pulling a cart of firewood and was walking out of the town. He happened to run into Wan Laoer head-on.
"Old man, where is the clinic in this town?"
The old man stopped the cart, stood up from it, pointed in a direction and said, "Young man, go straight along this street, turn right at the first intersection and you will see the big sign, Huichuntang."
"Thank you, old man."
Wan Laoer quickly bowed and thanked him.
The old man laughed, waved his hand, shouted, and drove away in the ox cart.
Wan Laoer followed the address the old man gave him. As expected, after he turned right at the first intersection, he saw a flag erected at the next intersection with three large characters "Huichuntang" written on it.
Wan Laoer drove the carriage to the entrance of Huichun Hall and immediately turned around to open the door of the carriage.
"Daughter, what's up? Is this guy still alive?"
"Daddy, yes, Fubao just touched it, it's still warm."
Fubao kept his little hand under the man's nose, and looked at Wan Laoer nervously, afraid that he might lose the man.
Wan Lao Er praised Fu Bao, "My daughter is awesome. Let's go to the clinic. This man shouldn't die."
Wan Laoer bent down and picked up the man. Jia Yanbing was a head taller than Wan Laoer and had a handsome appearance. He looked a bit like a Confucian scholar, but not like a businessman.
But when Wan Laoer was holding him, he felt that there was no meat on his body except bones. This was probably related to what Lao Ding said about Jia Yanbing being seriously ill for several months. In addition, he was worried about his family, so it was inevitable that he became so thin that he looked like a bag of bones.
Wan Laoer was filled with emotion. Wealth is like floating clouds, coming and going without our control.
Fubao followed closely behind Wan Laoer, but her calves were too short and she couldn't climb down at all.
"My girl, wait a moment. Daddy will come and carry you out of the car."
Fubao nodded obediently, sat down in the driver's seat, put her legs on the edge of the board, supported the board with her little hands, and swung her legs waiting for Wan Laoer to come out and hug her.
Wan Laoer sent the man into the clinic. As soon as he stepped through the door, he started shouting, "Doctor, come and have a look. This man is almost dying."
It was already dark at this time, and the clinic was relatively quiet with no patients. The doctor and the pharmacist were sorting out today's medical records. Hearing this, they quickly looked up and saw Wan Lao Er running towards them holding a man.
The doctor is already quite old, with grey hair and beard, but he walks quite steadily, and his eyesight and hearing are still good, without any blurry vision.
The doctor immediately stood up from behind the desk and strode over, leading Wan Laoer to take the patient into the compartment and lay him down on the small bed.
"What happened to the patient?"
The doctor asked in a deep voice, and as he asked, he began to examine the patient.
Wan Laoer didn't know what had happened to Jia Yanbing. He just saw a lot of blood on his chest and guessed that he had been chopped by someone.
"Doctor, I don't know either. I saved this man on the roadside. I saw that he was still breathing, so I brought him here. Please watch him first. I will go and get my daughter. She is still sitting in the carriage. It is cold outside."
After Wan Laoer finished speaking, he ran out impatiently without waiting for the doctor's response.
Fubao was looking at the door of the clinic, hoping that Wan Laoer would come out quickly.
She didn't have to wait long before she saw Wan Laoer.
"Daddy——" Fubao opened her arms from a distance, waiting for Wan Laoer to hug her.
Wan Laoer carried Fubao down from the carriage, parked the carriage to the side, and then took Fubao into the clinic.
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