Mr. and Mrs. Zhang also heard the knocking. Mrs. Zhang was about to get up to open the door, but Zhang Zhonghua stopped her.
"Mom, the snow is so heavy outside, I can go."
After saying that, he shrank his neck and jogged towards the front door.
"Who is it?"
He shouted loudly as he ran, knowing it was nighttime and he needed to be on guard.
"Hey Zhonghua, your wife's collapsed outside the door!"
Upon hearing Zhang Zhonghua's voice, the person knocking on the door finished shouting and looked at Ning Xia lying in the snow, her face already blue from the cold.
If the Zhang family hadn't opened the door, she probably would have frozen to death.
Hearing a familiar voice outside the door, which sounded like a neighbor, Zhang Zhonghua breathed a sigh of relief. After listening to what the neighbor was saying, he suddenly flung the door open.
As he opened the door, a figure slumped in at an angle.
"mother……"
Zhang Zhonghua stared blankly at Ning Xia, who was lying on her back, his mind buzzing.
Although he was utterly disappointed in Ningxia, he never imagined she would die.
Da Bao had been worried that his father would get cold running out in the snow, so he took out an umbrella to shield Zhang Zhonghua from the snow.
Seeing her father collapse with his eyes closed and face ashen after opening the courtyard gate, Ningxia's umbrella slipped from her hand and she let out a shrill scream.
"Hey, Zhonghua, why are you just standing there like that? Hurry up and carry your wife inside to rub her legs and feet, and give her some ginger soup. Otherwise, it'll be too late to regret it!"
The neighbor who found Ningxia collapsed in front of the Zhang family's house stamped his foot and shouted at Zhang Zhonghua, who was in a daze.
Zhang Zhonghua immediately snapped out of his daze. Without even thanking the neighbors, he used all his strength to pick up Ning Xia and ran into the house.
Da Bao followed behind, crying loudly. The neighbor watched, sighed, shook his head, and went home.
When the Zhang family elders saw their son bring Ningxia in and saw her expression, they were both startled.
Zhang's mother was the first to come to her senses. She quickly pulled Da Bao and the old man into the house and asked him to bring out the little bit of wine that was left over from New Year's Eve.
Then he told Da Bao to immediately start a fire and boil ginger soup. After giving instructions to the two people, he turned around and went out again, asking Zhang Zhonghua to lay Ning Xia down flat.
Then she called him to go outside and scoop up a basin of snow. During this time, Zhang's mother rolled up the fabric on Ningxia's sleeves and legs, revealing that the skin on her hands and feet was bruised and looked quite frightening.
Zhang's mother quickly called Zhang Zhonghua to help her, and together they kneaded the snow in the basin into balls and began rubbing it on their hands and feet.
Ningxia was in a daze, thinking she was dead, but how could someone who was dead have consciousness?
Upon noticing Ningxia's movement, Zhang's mother and Zhang Zhonghua both breathed a sigh of relief.
Rubbing snow on the hands and feet of people with frostbite is a folk remedy. Zhang's mother had heard about it from the older generation, but she had never actually done it herself.
If things don't work out, she plans to have her son take Ningxia to the hospital.
Regardless of the circumstances, it's still a human life.
I feel very fortunate to see Ningxia awake now.
"Grandma, the ginger soup is ready!"
Da Bao carefully carried over a cup of the boiled ginger soup, ladling it into an enamel mug.
Zhang's mother helped Ningxia, who was still dazed, to sit up, letting her lean half of her body against her. Then she took the enamel mug from Dabao's hand, blew on it to cool it down a bit, and then slowly poured the mug into Ningxia's mouth, little by little.
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