Mr. Han's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his heart was pounding with pain. This was simply fatal.
"Someone come, someone come quickly." Mr. Han regretted it so much that he shouted and rushed forward to pull him up.
But Han Zhi was also stubborn and refused to get up no matter what.
"If you don't agree to me today, I will kneel until you agree."
Master Han was so anxious that he was about to cry. No matter how he pulled his son, he refused to get up. He was very stubborn. A group of servants quickly surrounded him, but no one dared to step forward.
"What are you still standing there for? Help him up quickly."
As the servants stepped forward, Han Zhi pressed hard on the porcelain slag with his knees, and a large area of red soon spread on the cobblestone ground.
Finally, Master Han beat his chest with great sorrow and said, "Okay, I will do whatever you say. I will not force you to get married. Zhi'er, please get up soon. Your father will not force you anymore."
"Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back." Han Zhi gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and spoke with certainty, cold sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
Master Han had no choice but to repeat over and over again: "Okay, okay, get up and talk. I won't force you. Whatever you say is what I will say."
Behind the crowd stood a straight figure, hiding far behind the crowd, tightly holding the sword in his hand, his face ashen and eyes dim, waiting for the person who needed him to give the order.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Han Zhi's forehead, and his handsome face looked a little weaker. He held on with all his strength and shouted, "Mingfan, help me up."
The figure who had been keeping his head down behind the crowd suddenly took action. Ming Fan's dark eyes suddenly flashed with stars. With his quick eyes and hands, he was the first to rush to Han Zhi and caught him before he fell.
With a strong force, he pulled him out from the debris on the ground.
The servants gathered around him and helped him back to his room. Old Man Han even asked a doctor to come and see him, while he paced anxiously outside the door.
After the doctor's treatment and bandaging, the fragments have been removed and the bleeding has basically stopped, but the patient is still unable to walk.
After sending the doctor away, Mr. Han walked into Han Zhi's room with a worried look on his face. Seeing the floor covered with bloodstained gauze, he thought about how painful the old father must have felt.
His eyes were wet. He hid in the corner of the door and secretly wiped away his tears before he dared to go in.
Han Zhi's face turned paler, his lips lost their color, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead from time to time.
Ming Fan carefully wiped the sweat off his face. When the water got cold, he sent someone down to change it. Seeing Master Han coming, he was about to give up his seat, but he was stopped silently.
Mr. Han just came to take a look, and seeing that his son was sleeping peacefully, he didn't want to disturb his rest anymore, so he left.
Before leaving, Master Han ordered that the house be restored and no one was needed to guard it, so he told them to evacuate.
In the small mountain village, the Lin family's kitchen was bustling with activity. Everyone was preparing lunch, hoping to finish their meal early so that they could set off quickly and reach the town before dark. This way, Lin Sheng could go to the river to find Han Zhi earlier.
Lin Sheng felt a little uneasy when he didn't see Tang Le at lunch time today. He thought about saying goodbye to him after dinner.
At the dinner table, Lin Wen stuck to Tang Jie and didn't need them to look after him. During the time they were away, they would have to trouble Tang Jie and Lin Wu to look after him at home.
During the meal, Lin Sheng kept reminding Lin Wu from time to time to keep an eye on things at home and not to neglect the work in the fields, and to bring some food to Tang Le's two children when he was free. Any help he could provide was helpful.
Fu Yanzhi continued to stay in Maolin Village this time. He was not in a hurry to go back. He wanted to go back during the Mid-Autumn Festival to teach the children here to read and write, and Lin Wu's accounting skills also needed to be improved.
After the meal, everything was finally packed up. Lin Sheng was not sure how long he would stay in the town, so he took all the valuables he would need with him and did not bring any extra.
He packed up some clean meat and vegetables and prepared to take them to Tang Le and his two children. He also took some extra candies and preserves from Lin Mo's wedding and took them with him.
When they arrived at the gate of Tangle Courtyard, two children were playing in the fenced yard. Seeing that it was Lin Sheng, they greeted him with smiles.
A pair of children surrounded Lin Sheng as he entered the house. Lin Sheng quickly took out some candied fruit to satisfy their cravings, and at the same time asked where their father had gone.
"Little deer, where is your dad? Is he in the house?"
The two children ate the candied fruit happily. The older one shook his head first, then slowly swallowed a mouthful of the candied fruit and said, "Dad hasn't come back yet. He went up the mountain to hunt rabbits for us."
Lin Sheng looked at the two well-behaved children, took them into his arms, stroked their heads, and said, "When your father comes back, tell him that Uncle Sheng and Uncle Lin Mo went to the town together, okay?"
"Okay." The two children responded obediently while eating candied fruits.
After saying goodbye to the two children, Lin Sheng officially set off for the town with Lin Mo and the others.
I don’t know when I will return from this trip.
Lu A'mo and Lao Gu were in the carriage at the back, with their luggage for the return trip placed on their carriage. Su Yunxia and Lin Sheng were sitting in the carriage at the front, along with Su Mu and Lin Mo.
Lin Mo was responsible for driving the car, while the others sat in the car to rest. The journey was long, and Lin Sheng was a little impatient. He held the little tiger accessory tightly in his hand, counting the time over and over again in his mind, looking forward to meeting Han Zhi.
It was a sunny day in the town today. After noon, the sun was even brighter. It had been raining for several days and the sun finally came out.
The common people also had happy faces as they could go out to the streets to do business again.
Ming Fan leaned on the side of Han Zhi's bed, not daring to close his eyes, still holding the sword in his hand as usual.
The person lying on the bed moved his eyelids, and the next second he opened his beautiful yet tired eyes.
He looked around and finally saw the man sitting beside the bed. A hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Ming Fan."
Mingfan quickly reached out to help him, and Han Zhi finally sat up from the bed. But before his butt could even get comfortable, he wanted to go out again.
Ming Fan didn't understand why he was in such a hurry to go out when he was so injured and his illness had not yet fully recovered.
He asked in confusion: "Master, why are you in such a hurry to go out? You don't even care about your own injuries."
Han Zhi strained his body and began to cough violently again. The wound on his knee opened again because of his movement. A little red color spread out from the gauze, spreading out a red mark as big as his palm.
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