Pushing aside the layers of crowd, Wen Xining saw a little boy lying on the ground, with bright red blood spreading along his forehead and arms. His messy hair was stuck to a dirty little face.
The pain caused him to close his eyes tightly, and his whole face was tangled in pain, but it became increasingly pale due to the loss of blood.
People on the side were giving advice and talking, but no one came to help him.
The world is really in a hot and cold state.
Wen Xining curled her lips and without any hesitation, she took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of the little boy, "How are you?"
Listening to her concerned voice, the little boy opened his eyes, but just glanced at her coolly, then closed his eyes again, not even bothering her.
What kind of attitude is this? Also, what did she see in that glance just now? What did she see?
Wen Xining was shocked, but the people around him laughed. Wen Xining was shocked by the eyes he saw, but what the passersby laughed at was Wen Xining's self-love.
"You are bleeding so much, let me help you stop the bleeding."
Wen Xining pressed her warm face against his cold ass. Normally, she would have ignored him if she felt unhappy, but this little boy's eyes aroused her interest, and she immediately ignored him or not.
She gently helped him sit up, then tore off a large piece of his skirt, and pressed tightly against the bleeding wound on his forehead.
Looking down, he saw more blood on his arm than on his forehead. He must have injured a major blood vessel.
Wen Xining frowned slightly and said to the little boy who still had his eyes closed: "Do you still have the strength to hold it down? I have to deal with the injury on your arm."
Without speaking or nodding, the left hand that was originally hanging by his side was raised. Wen Xining smiled knowingly, dragged it over and pressed it tightly on his wound: "That's it, be a little heavier.
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After tearing open the already tattered clothes on the boy's right arm, Wen Xining found that his entire arm was twisted and deformed, and blood was flowing out from the crook of his elbow. It seemed that a vein was broken.
Wen Xining raised the boy's hand, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and tied it tightly about ten centimeters away from the wound. What was strange was that the blood flowing from the wound suddenly decreased.
Another piece of cloth was torn off from the hem of the skirt, and Wen Xining gently pressed the wound on his arm, because she knew that his arm bones must be dislocated, or there was a possibility of fracture, so she could not use a large force.
strength.
The bleeding gradually stopped, and the boy's complexion gradually improved.
Seeing the woman in green who suddenly appeared, the crowd let out a burst of exclamation. If the carriage that caused the accident was not still at the scene, and it was a master they could not offend, they would have couldn't help but applaud.