I saw Xiaoxin holding a child covered in blood. The index finger and middle finger of the child's left hand were missing two pieces. The bright red liquid rushed out like a faucet. The child was already in shock due to excessive blood loss and his face was pale.

The adults around were also scared and their faces were blue and their lips were white. They looked at Xiaoxin alone for emergency treatment. Because the child was too young, the child could not bear it by using acupoint to stop bleeding. Xiaoxin could only use the most traditional method to tie his large artery with a cloth belt. However, the child's whole body was covered with flesh and blood vessels, so it was obvious that the effect of tied the cloth belt was not very good.

Young Master Lan was also shocked by the child's miserable situation, but he was still rational. Seeing that his grandmother was standing still, he quickly took the medicine box from his grandmother and sent it to him.

"Xiao Xin, I've brought the medicine box."

For Xiaoxin, the medicine box was just raining in time. She looked up at Mr. Lan and said happily: "Open the box quickly and give me the white bottle of medicine marked with three kinds of medicine inside." Mr. Lan did not dare to be negligent, so he squatted down and placed the medicine box on the ground. Find the bottle of medicine she mentioned and handed it on.

"Open the lid and pour it down for me." Miss Tong said, covering the child's fingers.

Young Master Lan did as she said. She saw the white medicine powder pouring on it. The blood on the wound should have solidified.

"The blood finally stopped." Miss Tong breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, she was already wet. Her back was sweat, her chest was sweat and the child's blood. There was also blood on her face and forehead. The whole little cat was raised. She wanted to wipe the sweat beads from her face. She found that her sleeve had been torn to pieces and wounded the baby. Young Master Lan used her shirt sleeve worth 800 yuan to gently wipe the sweat and blood from her face.

"Thank you!" Miss Tong thanked her. She turned around and looked at the mother of the child who had already collapsed on the ground and asked, "Where is the child's broken finger?"

"Here, in the rice machine." The child's mother replied with a sob.

"Rice machine?" Miss Tong couldn't help but gasp. "Is the child's hand twisted off by the rice machine?"

"Yeah!" the child's mother replied crying.

"That's broken finger?" Miss Tong had the urge to suck someone. How could a child, who was only two or three years old, let him play with the machine he was driving.

"No, it's not broken. There was still a little skin at that time. Because I was in urgent need of help, I cut off the skin." The child's father replied.

Upon hearing this, Miss Tong jumped up and punched the father. The father was stunned. Others were even more frightened. No one expected that this timid and obedient little girl would suddenly punch.

Miss Tong pointed at the man and cursed: "What kind of father are you? You don't want to connect your fingers to your son, but you even cut off the remaining little skin. Do you want your son to become disabled?"

"Can the finger be connected?" The child's parents' eyes lit up, "Xiao Xin, are you saying that finger still saved?" They saw that their fingers were broken like that, and thought they must be unsuccessful. They were just caring out to stop bleeding and save their lives. Now they heard that Xiao Xin said that the finger can still be connected. It was as full of hope as if they saw the Bodhisattva of Rebirth.

Miss Tong hated them to the extreme. She replied coldly: "If you didn't cut it off, there is an 80% chance. Now..." Miss Tong didn't continue to say it, but just said angrily: "If you don't go back and get it quickly, why are you still standing there?"

"Oh!" The child's father turned around and ran home.

"Xiao Xin, is there any hope of connecting the child's fingers?" Grandma Tong said tremblingly: "He is still so young, you have to do your best!" At this moment, Zhang Fengjiao felt that Xiao Xin was right to study medicine.

"Grandma, I have done my best." Miss Tong replied truthfully. "Now the blood has stopped. If you want to take your finger, you must be sent to the hospital immediately." As she said that, she turned around and called Mr. Lan: "Let me borrow your phone and use it."

Young Master Lan quickly took out his cell phone and gave it to her. Miss Tong took the phone with her blood-stained hand and called Qiu Tianyu. She gave him a detailed introduction to the injured person's situation.

"Okay, I understand. I'll arrange the operating room immediately. You bring the patient over immediately. The earlier the surgery is performed, the higher the success rate will be." Qiu Tianyu replied on the phone.

"Yeah." The young lady responded and hung up the phone. "Mr. Lan, is there any problem with borrowing your car to take the child to the military hospital?"

"No problem. Get in the car!" Mr. Lan replied simply.

"Thank you, thank you!" The child's mother kowtowed to Mr. Lan directly.

The young master Lan was so scared that he quickly reached out to help her up. "Sister-in-law is Xiao Xin who saved your child. I can only help at most."

The child's mother looked at Xiaoxin and said seriously: "I know that I will let my son repay Xiaoxin's great kindness for a lifetime."

"You'll be careful about your child next time."

Xiaoxin held the child and walked towards the car door. Su Meimei looked at Xiaoxin covered in blood and almost screamed. "Shut up!" Miss Tong glared at her fiercely. She covered her mouth and held back.

Because the parking space is limited, only Xiaoxin and the child's mother got on the car. Grandma Tong handed Xiaoxin's medicine box to her. She explained with concern: "Xiaoxin, if you need a lot of money, you can take it first in Tianyu." Zhang Fengjiao knew that it would be unlikely to let a rural family take out hundreds or thousands at once.

"I understand." Miss Tong nodded and responded.

"Thank you, Grandma Zhang, thank you, Sister Xiaoxin!" The child's mother bowed with gratitude. Their family really couldn't afford the money. Even if they wanted to sell pigs and grain, it would take time. At this moment, they only raised eighty or ninety yuan through boxes and cabinets.

"Please rest assured, no matter how much money you spend, we will definitely pay it back in the future."

"It's not about money now, it's important to save the child." Miss Tong never took money seriously, so she couldn't understand what kind of mentality of people without money. "Grandma, go back first! We're leaving." Miss Tong said. Young Master Lan immediately started the car and continued to drive down the mountain.
Chapter completed!