Zhang Xiuyuan was concerned about Zhao Chuchu's injuries and hurriedly took her back to the county town.
It was still dark and the clinic was not open yet.
Fortunately, there was medicine at home. Zhang Xiuyuan took out the medicine and prepared to bandage Zhao Chuchu.
The injury was on the arm, so Zhao Chuchu could only take off her clothes.
On the jade-white left arm, there was a knife wound about ten centimeters long. The cut was very deep, and the flesh was turned out in a bloody mess.
Zhang Xiuyuan knew that her injuries were serious, but even though he was mentally prepared, he was still stunned when he saw her from such a close distance.
"Brother Yuan, are you scared? How about I do it myself? You should go to bed before it's fully light." Zhao Chuchu thought that her husband was scared and hurried to comfort him.
She never expected to see her husband's red eyes when she looked up, and she felt distressed immediately.
"I'm really fine, and I used the spiritual spring water myself first, and the bleeding has stopped. It just looks a little scary, but it's actually okay. Brother Yuan, you can't cry."
In front of outsiders, Zhang Xiuyuan is courageous and strong, but in front of her, Zhang Xiuyuan is sensitive and sentimental, and she is really afraid that he will cry.
Zhang Xiuyuan didn't cry, but he didn't talk to her either.
He silently fetched some water, took a handkerchief, and carefully cleaned her wound. Even though the bleeding had stopped, the wound was still hideous.
This shows how painful it must have been when he was stabbed.
If the knife had gone a little deeper, my hand would have been broken.
After cleaning, Zhang Xiuyuan took out the medicine powder and sprinkled it on Zhao Chuchu's wound.
He took out another bandage and wrapped it around her arm.
He moved very gently, as if he was afraid of hurting Zhao Chuchu.
Zhao Chuchu had been observing Zhang Xiuyuan's expression. She was relieved to see that he didn't cry, but she also felt uncomfortable when he didn't say anything.
This time, the incident happened because she underestimated Xie Ping.
Zhao Chuchu lowered her eyelashes and said, "Brother Yuan, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Zhang Xiuyuan had just tied a knot in the bandage when he looked up at her. He then hugged her again, his throat choking with sobs. "I'm not blaming you. I was just thinking that if I hadn't brought people there in time, you might... The thought of this possibility makes me feel terribly uncomfortable."
Zhao Chuchu hugged him with her uninjured hand: "But you are here, aren't you? There are no ifs, Brother Yuan, you are my lucky star. As long as you are here, no matter what danger I encounter, I can turn it into a blessing."
"If I really am your lucky star, then let me be your lucky star for the rest of my life."
Zhang Xiuyuan was unusually calm when Zhao Chuchu was injured this time, and Zhao Chuchu didn't even have the chance to say all the words she had prepared to comfort him.
"Go to sleep, you must have a good rest from now on." Zhang Xiuyuan said.
Zhao Chuchu held his hand: "Let's sleep together."
Zhang Xiuyuan did not refuse, and the two of them lay down and slept together.
This was the first time in Zhao Chuchu's two lives that she had suffered such a serious knife wound. The wound was so deep that if it were in modern times, she didn't know how many stitches it would take.
In ancient times when medical technology was backward, even if it was spiritual spring water, no one knew when the bleeding would stop.
You know, in ancient times, many people who suffered trauma died from excessive blood loss and infection.
Fortunately, she had spiritual spring water.
Even so, her hands still bled a lot in the early stages before she used the spiritual spring water. Her face was very pale at this time, and she was really tired after running around all night.
It wasn't long before she fell asleep.
Zhang Xiuyuan opened his eyes only after hearing the sound of even breathing beside him.
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