The barefoot doctor in Daba Village was an old man in his sixties. He was sitting comfortably in the yard of the brigade headquarters, basking in the sun.
Hearing the movement at the door, he supported himself on the handle and sat up.
When he saw an adult holding an unconscious child in his arms, he quickly got up to check what was going on.
After a careful inspection, he stroked his gray beard and said, "It's nothing serious, just too frightened. I'll prescribe some tranquilizers for you."
Zhong Wende quickly pointed at Lu Zhiye and said, "Please take a look at his arm. He caught the child who fell from the embankment with his bare hands."
The old doctor motioned to Lu Zhiye to roll up his sleeves. Lu Zhiye walked straight into the house and took off his shirt.
His muscular body was clearly visible, but the bruises on his arms, which spread from his forearms to his upper arms, were shocking to the eye.
Zhong Wende put the unconscious Zhong Muqing on the bed and strode over, his tone full of regret and worry: "You didn't say a word all the way. Let's go to the county hospital!"
Lu Zhiye stopped his hand and said, "I'm fine. It just looks scary, but it will probably disappear soon."
The old doctor stretched out his hand with a look of surprise and kept pinching Lu Zhiye's arm.
He kept muttering, "Strange, strange!"
Zhong Wende was even more anxious.
The old doctor put his hand down and signaled Zhong Wende to stay calm.
"His arm is fine, not broken or cracked, it's fine. It's rare to see a guy with such strong bones.
I'll prescribe you some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine, which contains Panax notoginseng, and can also relieve pain."
Lu Zhiye thanked him repeatedly and took out money from his pocket and put it on the table.
The old doctor only took fifty cents: "Many of the herbs are collected from the mountains, so they are free."
After saying that, he swayed and took out a set of silver needles for disinfection, and gave Zhong Muching a few injections.
Zhong Muqing woke up slowly, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes again.
Zhong Wende held him in his arms distressedly: "Don't be afraid!"
Nestled in his father's familiar arms, Zhong Muqing suddenly burst into tears.
Those who heard the crying couldn't help but shed tears out of heartache.
After all, he was just a seven-year-old child, and his face was covered with snot and tears.
"Dad, someone pushed me. Someone pushed me down."
Such a statement caused a huge uproar. Even the old doctor who was leisurely drinking his tea sat up straight unconsciously and stretched his neck to look over here.
Zhong Wende's face was full of coldness. He patted his son's back and kept comforting him: "Qingqing, don't be afraid. Tell dad who pushed you?"
Zhong Muqing's nose was red, and he sobbed as he answered, "I didn't see who it was, but I smelled cow dung on him."
This statement can almost be determined to be the work of someone from the bullpen.
Because the people in the cowshed spend a long time cleaning the cowshed, their bodies will be more or less stained with the smell of cow dung, which is difficult to wash off even after taking a bath. Even Duan Qing and the others are no exception.
Zhong Wende thought of what Lu Zhiye had asked him again, and he clenched his fists angrily: "Ning Guoqing!"
But they didn't have any evidence, and as long as Ning Guoqing refused to admit it, no one could do anything to him.
Lu Zhiye stopped Zhong Wende who was about to rush out in anger and said, "Teacher, no one saw it. We can't conclude that it was Ning Guoqing just based on Xiaoqing's words. Let's go back first and make a long-term plan."
Lu Zhiye had a vague feeling that it was not Ning Guoqing who pushed the person. After all, someone who had once been the deputy factory director would not be so stupid as to do it himself.
His words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring heavily on Zhong Wende's anger.
He staggered and grabbed his hair, hating his own incompetence for causing his wife and children to fall into such a state.
Lu Zhiye looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He hunched over, holding his head and crying.
A look of heartache flashed in his eyes. He turned to thank the old doctor, picked up Zhong Muqing with one hand, supported Zhong Wende with the other, and walked out slowly.
Zhong Muqing looked at his father who was trembling even when walking, then looked down at the redness and swelling on Lu Zhiye's arm.
He patted Lu Zhiye's shoulder gently: "Brother Lu, put me down, I can walk by myself."
Lu Zhiye looked at Zhong Muqing who was pretending to be calm, and slowly put him down.
Zhong Muqing turned around and took his father's hand. The moment he turned around, Lu Zhiye noticed the red marks on his back with his sharp eyes.
"Xiaoqing, stop!"
Both father and son looked at Lu Zhiye in confusion.
Lu Zhiye pulled Zhong Muqing over and reached out to wipe the red spot on his back.
There was blood, but neither Lu Zhiye nor Zhong Muqing was bleeding. The most likely possibility was that the hand that pushed him was injured, and the blood was left on Zhong Muqing's clothes on the back.
A cold look appeared on Zhong Wende's face. Only after Lu Zhiye whispered something in his ear did he relax a little.
When the three returned to the river again, it was already dark. The villagers had finished their meal and were sitting there washing and getting ready for bed.
Wen Sihe specially saved some food for them.
Because they were worried, the two of them ate absent-mindedly.
Just then the captain walked in: "Xiao Ye, is everything okay?"
Lu Zhiye shook his head to indicate that everything was fine.
Captain Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that everything is fine. The sheds have been divided, everyone should go to bed early."
"Captain, I want to stay with this little guy at night. The doctor said my arm needs medicine and it's not convenient for me to do it myself."
Zhong Wende quickly responded: "It's only natural for us to take care of you."
Of course Captain Lu was willing, after all, the villagers didn't want to live with the people in the cowshed.
Finish the rice in the bowl in a hurry.
Lu Zhiye was the first to walk towards the shed where they lived. People in the cowshed were washing there. After a tiring day, if they didn’t wash their feet, they would be suffocated to death at night.
He glanced at the square-faced man that Zhong Wende mentioned. He was washing his face, and there was no sign of injury on his hands.
Lu Zhiye frowned slightly. It’s not him?
When Ning Guoqing saw Zhong Wende and the others coming back, he took the initiative to step forward and greet them, without any guilt or fear on his face.
Just the hint of regret and pride made Zhong Wende clench his fists.
As a father, his anger had clouded his mind and he could no longer bear it and punched Ning Guoqing in the face.
Ning Guoqing was hit and staggered, covering his mouth and screaming.
"Zhong Wende, what do you want to do? Why do you hit me?"
Zhong Wende's eyes were red, and his voice was cold: "Why I hit you, you know it in your heart. If something really happens to my son, it won't be as simple as hitting you."
Everyone also understood what he meant and looked at the two people with different expressions.
Ning Guoqing patted his clothes and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Where is the evidence? I have been working there the whole time, and everyone has seen it."
"Yes, Xiao Zhong, he was right next to me at the time, and we were chatting. Is there any misunderstanding?"
Ning Guoqing couldn't conceal the pride in his eyes at all.
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