Chapter 129
The sound of a clapper broke the silence of the night, and the knock on the door brought with it a chill into the warm living room.
Huo Changfeng walked forward and opened the door.
Amid the creaking sound of the door hinges turning, the smell of rust mixed with the smell of blood wafted into my nose.
The moonlight filtered through his shoulders, outlining a dark red bloodstain on the threshold.
At the door was the shaky figure of Sun Hongtao.
The man, who had always been honest and dutiful, now had a pale face, cold sweat, and his wet shirt stuck to his chest.
The dark red blood between the trouser legs was dripping down the trouser legs onto the blue bricks, forming a winding stream.
"Xuanxuan, come and save people!"
Huo Changfeng's voice suddenly rose, and he reached out to support the staggering Sun Hongtao.
Mu Qingxuan was startled and rushed over.
The kerosene lamp cast a violently swaying shadow on the wall. She saw the scene in front of her clearly in the dim light of the kerosene lamp and gasped.
Sun Hongtao's pupils were dilated, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his consciousness was on the verge of becoming unclear.
An indistinct whimper escaped from his throat, his bloody fingertips dug into the door frame tightly, and mud was embedded in the gaps between his nails.
"Help him in first."
Mu Qingxuan squatted down and glanced at the shocking pool of blood.
Her eyelashes trembled violently when her eyes fell on the soaked fabric between Sun Hongtao's legs.
Huo Changfeng half carried and half dragged the person into the main room.
Sun Hongtao collapsed on the bamboo mat, and his bloody palm suddenly grabbed Chen Hongxia's wrist, leaving marks on her pale skin.
"It's all my mother's will..."
He coughed violently, blood splashing on Chen Hongxia's skirt: "But don't worry, she can't force me anymore, I have already..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Chen Hongxia's pupils contracted violently, her eyes fixed on the hideous bloodstain between Sun Hongtao's legs, as if she was nailed to the spot.
Tears burst out, big drops hitting my clothes.
Her voice was trembling and out of tune: "What did you do?"
The sobs that escaped from his throat were a mixture of panic and indescribable complex emotions.
Sun Hongtao opened his mouth and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
Just as the corner of his mouth curved halfway, severe pain came like a tide, and his facial features were distorted in an instant.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and in the end he could only utter an inarticulate groan.
Mu Qingxuan ran quickly to the medicine cabinet, and the porcelain bottles clinked against each other.
After a moment, she returned to the main room with a sullen face, her eyes moving between Chen Hongxia and Huo Changfeng, her voice sounding a little unnaturally stiff.
"Who of you two can give Uncle Sun some medicine?"
Her nails dug into her palms unconsciously.
When practicing medicine, there is no distinction between male and female patients when treating them.
If it were in her previous life, Mu Qingxuan would not have considered other relationships and thoughts at all and would have directly treated the patient.
But at this time, she and Huo Changfeng broke down all barriers, and she had to consider Huo Changfeng's face.
It is not appropriate after all to treat such private injuries of other men in front of Huo Changfeng.
She paused, raised the porcelain jar in her hand, and added: "I have processed the herbs into powder. Just sprinkle the powder on the wound."
Before she finished speaking, Chen Hongxia had already stumbled over to him, her voice filled with a desperate determination: "Let me do it."
Her hands were still shaking slightly, but she took the medicine jar firmly.
Mu Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, gently touched the back of Chen Hongxia's cold hand with her fingertips to comfort her, and then pulled Huo Changfeng out the door.
The night wind blew in with a chill. Mu Qingxuan leaned against the door frame, looking at Chen Hongxia's trembling but focused figure in the flickering candlelight in the room with a worried look in her eyes.
Her fingertips tightly grasped the coarse cloth curtain, and her joints turned white due to the force.
Mu Qingxuan took a deep breath and pulled the curtain heavily down, blocking the view from inside the house and outside the yard, as if this could also block out some kind of hidden embarrassment.
The night wind blew gravel onto her back, but it was not as deafening as the sound of her heartbeat.
"Aunt Chen, take off Uncle Sun's pants, wipe off the blood on his body first, and then sprinkle the powder."
Her voice trembled slightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.
As soon as he finished speaking, the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other could be heard from inside the house, mixed with Sun Hongtao's suppressed cries of pain, which were particularly clear in the silent night.
"What does the wound look like now?" Mu Qingxuan asked again.
As Chen Hongxia applied the medicine, she cried, "The bleeding won't stop..."
There were gasps in her description, but suddenly, she exclaimed: "Qingxuan girl, the wound doesn't seem to be there..."
Sun Hongxia looked closely for a long time before she discovered, under the dim light, that the area that was actually bleeding was Sun Hongtao's abdomen.
The wound there was large and deep, and the direction of the wound looked like it had been stabbed with a kitchen knife.
Chen Hongxia was so frightened that her body trembled and tears fell again.
After listening to this, Mu Qingxuan frowned slightly and continued to instruct Sun Hongxia to carry out basic hemostasis measures.
As the two of them asked and answered each other, time seemed to stretch out.
Finally, Chen Hongxia's choked voice came: "After the powder was sprinkled, the blood seems... seems to be less."
Mu Qingxuan then breathed a sigh of relief.
When the room was completely quiet, Chen Hongxia called out weakly, "Qingxuan, come in."
Mu Qingxuan slowly opened the curtain. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Sun Hongtao's face was as pale as paper, and his legs were covered with blood-stained clothes.
She took two steps forward and placed her fingertips on Sun Hongtao's pulse.
The pulse is weak and light, yet surprisingly steady.
After repeated confirmation, Mu Qingxuan's tense shoulders finally relaxed. She turned her head and looked into Chen Hongxia's bloodshot eyes. "Uncle Sun did stab himself, but he stabbed himself in the wrong place and didn't hurt a vital part. The biggest problem is that he lost too much blood. As long as he rests well and the wound doesn't get infected, he will heal soon."
"But I suggest that you go to the town's hospital as soon as possible to bandage and disinfect the wound to prevent infection."
Since the wound was not in that place, Mu Qingxuan originally wanted to treat it herself, but when she thought about the fact that there were no tools at home, she had to give up.
She took out a silver needle and said to Sun Hongtao, "Uncle Sun, I'll give you a few more injections to relieve the pain."
Sun Hongtao responded and thanked her weakly: "Thank you very much, girl."
If Mu Qingxuan hadn't been there, he would have died from excessive blood loss by the time he was sent to the town hospital.
After Mu Qingxuan finished what she was supposed to do, she put away the silver needle and turned to leave.
The space was left to Chen Hongxia and Sun Hongtao.
In the quiet room, Chen Hongxia's knees went weak and she collapsed on the bed.
She tightly grasped Sun Hongtao's hand, tears falling on the bed sheet: "You fool...how could you..."
In the crying, there was both the relief of surviving the disaster and the unspeakable grievance and heartache.
Sun Hongtao's consciousness became much clearer. He endured the pain and grabbed Sun Hongxia's hand, explaining: "Only this method can stop Mom's ridiculous thoughts."
"Don't worry, I will never embarrass you again."
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