However, he searched the room several times but could not find Zhong Mingwei. There was no sign of a fight. His heart dropped, thinking that it was not the criminals who broke into the house and abducted Zhong Mingwei. But where did Zhong Mingwei go?
Pang Yi looked at the messy kang, and then at the unfinished noodle soup in the pot. He paused. He reached out and touched the kang. The kang was cold, but there was still warmth in the pot room. Even the noodle soup in the pot had not frozen yet. The kang should have been turned off for less than two days.
Pang Yi stood in the room for a long while, then hurried out to the outer hall, drove the carriage in, and then hurried down the mountain.
Actually, there were traces of sliding doors on the mountain road, but it snowed again in the past two days, so Pang Yi did not notice it. It was not until he reached the foot of the mountain that he vaguely felt that something was wrong with the ground in front of him. Soldiers who have fought bloody battles in the battlefields of southern Xinjiang for more than ten years are unusually sensitive to the smell of blood.
At that moment. Pang Yi squatted down and used his hands to push away the snow on the ground. Then he saw a patch of black and red. His eyes widened and he hurriedly pushed away the snow. The result was still the glaring black and red. Pang Yi felt his heart skip a beat. He did not dare to push the snow again. He hurriedly stood up and looked around. Then he saw the Jixian Book House with lights on half a mile away. He hurriedly ran towards the Jixian Book House.
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“Boom boom boom!”
Pang Yi knocked on the door and stamped his feet anxiously: "Is anyone there?"
"Grandma, can you please open the door?" Chen Qingxuan lowered his head to change the medicine for Zhong Mingwei. He really didn't have the time to open the door, so he had to call Grandma Chen to open the door.
"Who is this? In the middle of the night..." Grandma Chen came out of the bedroom wearing a cotton jacket, rubbing her eyes as she went to open the door. As soon as she saw the person standing at the door, she was stunned, "You are..."
"Oh, grandma, I'm here to look for someone," Pang Yi said hurriedly, "I'm here to look for the family that lives halfway up the mountain, but when I went up the mountain just now, I saw that no one was home, so I came back down the mountain. I wonder if you've seen that family?"
"Oh, you are here to see them," Grandma Chen yawned and was about to let Pang Yi in, but she suddenly frowned and looked up and down at Pang Yi's unusual azure blue brocade robe, "Who are you? What do you want to see them for?"
"Grandma, I am... an old acquaintance of theirs. This time I came to Ningguta specially to see them." Pang Yi was sure that the old woman must know the whereabouts of Zhong Mingwei. He immediately took out a silver ingot from his bosom and handed it to Grandma Chen, while busying himself to flatter her, "Grandma, if you know, please tell me. I am so worried."
"No need for that. Come in with me." Grandma Chen looked at Pang Yi and saw that he didn't look like a bad person. The worry on her face was not fake. She was relieved. She pushed the silver away and took Pang Yi into the room. When they reached the door of the inner room, she knocked on it and said to the inside, "Qingxuan, there is a young man here to look for Ah Chou's uncle. Open the door for him."
"Wait a minute!" Chen Qingxuan shouted outside without even turning his head. He did not bother to wipe the sweat off his face and continued to wrap gauze around Zhong Mingwei. He looked at the pale face of Zhong Mingwei with worry and said, "Otherwise, I'll send you to the city to see a doctor. Your injuries are too serious. I can't even handle the skin injuries properly. You bleed so much every time I change the dressings, and I don't have Ma Fei San to relieve your pain. And we don't know if you have any injuries in your bones. If you are really injured, you can't delay. After all, the injury is so serious."
After Chen Qingxuan finally tied the gauze, Zhong Mingwei took a deep breath and asked Chen Qingxuan in a low voice: "Girl...are you asleep?"
"He went to bed and drank the medicine. He fell asleep in a short while. Don't worry," Chen Qingxuan said. He wiped the blood off his hands with a handkerchief, frowned, and said to Zhong Mingwei sincerely, "Your knee was not in good condition to begin with. I'm afraid it's been injured so badly this time. It's been two days, but the swelling hasn't gone down. It hurts when you touch it. It must be injured inside. So you must go see a doctor. If you don't want to move, I'll go and ask the doctor to come back to see you."
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