Ji Changying never thought of persuading him.
Isn't this just doing others a favor and doing it for yourself?
What's the difference between that and being generous to others?
Old Huang waited for a long time but no one answered. He turned around and saw that Ji Changying had already left. He felt embarrassed and stared at her back in frustration.
The person whose leg had been bitten off was bleeding profusely.
"I...I can't hold on any longer...This trip...I want you to help me...bring the money back to my mother..."
The person on the ground had lost too much blood, his face was as white as paper, and his voice was intermittent as if he was explaining his funeral arrangements.
"Yangzi! You can definitely hold on. The boss is going to find a doctor. Just hold on a little longer. Your mother is still waiting for you at home!"
The yamen runners around him had red eyes and kept cheering him up.
"Our medicine can't stop his bleeding. Do you have any solution?"
Zhang Ziwei hurried back with Ji Changying, his face full of solemnity.
Ji Changying squatted down and checked the wound without saying anything. "Do you have any wine? Take it out and clean the wound!"
"I'll do it!"
Several yamen runners hurriedly got some wine and poured it on the wound.
The man cried out in pain.
"Hold him down!"
Ji Changying held the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao in her hand and sprinkled it on the surface until the whole bottle was poured out, and the blood gradually became less and less.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
Seeing that the bleeding had finally stopped, the yamen runners all shouted out in joy.
Ji Changying also breathed a sigh of relief: "It finally stopped."
"This medicine was given to me by an old Taoist priest. There's only a little bit left, and now it's gone."
She had a look of apology on her face.
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