"It hurts everywhere. Why don't you walk with eyes, young man? We were hit to death by you." Old Man Su said.
"But I didn't hit you at all."
"Ah? How can you stare and tell lies? Come on, come on, help us. He knocked us down and still doesn't admit it."
Zhu Ziming is a mute who eats Coptis chinensis and cannot express his pain. He does not want to be the center of attention and is also anxious to deal with the wound on his leg, so he asks, "Shall I take you to the hospital?"
"No, I won't go to the hospital."
The old man was so stubborn that Zhu Ziming was so painful that his eyes were filled with stars.
"What do you want to do if you don't go to the hospital? Lie on the ground all the time?"
"Give us the money to find a clinic yourself. If you don't go to the hospital and peel off your skin, you won't be able to come out alive."
After rummaging through my entire pocket, I found only a little over 200 yuan.
"Give it all to us, you can go."
Zhu Ziming limped away, and Old Man Su was very happy. He had heard of pretending to be sick to extort money, but he didn't expect it to be quite easy to do.
"Old lady, what are you still doing lying on the ground? You already have the money."
Mrs. Su's heart was really uncomfortable, but she felt happy when she saw a handful of notes in the old man's hand, as if she had found a way to make money.
"Let's go and eat donkey meat on fire."
All the money he had was extorted. Zhu Ziming wanted to go home and treat his wounds, but he couldn't bear the pain after riding a bicycle for a few times.
Su Jian looked at him in surprise. If this man had been born in the war years, he must have been a brave and fearless hero. His trousers were stained red with blood, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
"Do you need my help?"
Zhu Ziming raised his head and looked into the room. He was lucky. There was a clinic here.
"Isn't the doctor here?"
Su Jian moved a stool to him, turned around and entered the disposal room.
She replied, "Teacher Fang went to other provinces."
The empty and echoing room in Nuo Da's house made Zhu Ziming, an adult, feel eerie and chilly.
Su Jian came out with a tray, alcohol, gauze, cotton wool, tweezers, and a pair of rubber gloves.
Alarm bells rang in his mind, "What do you want to do?"
Su Jian looked at him strangely, "Uncle, the wound on your leg needs to be treated."
She already knew how to debridement or suture a wound in theory, but she lacked practical skills.
With the help of supernatural powers, she could clearly see the bleeding points and the gravel and debris embedded in the wound.
"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while."
Glancing at Zhu Ziming, whose face was pale, Zhu Ziming's wounds were not worth mentioning compared to the injuries her father had suffered before.
Fortunately, no sutures were needed. After cleaning the wound, she thought about it and found a tetanus needle on the shelf.
"I don't need an injection, right?"
Zhu Ziming had a horrified look on his face. He just scratched the capillaries and there was a lot of blood, so he didn't need an injection?
"Uncle, you must fight, just in case."
"But, but how old are you? Are you a nurse?"
Su Jian looked at him blankly, "I'm not."
"Then how do you give me an injection?"
What nonsense!
"Little girl, thank you for bandaging my wound. I believe you have learned some first aid knowledge from your family, but you can't just give people injections. If something happens, you have to be responsible."
She put down the syringe and said respectfully, "Uncle, you are right, but please go to the hospital to get a tetanus shot, just in case."
"Okay, but I don't have money to pay you. Can I send it to you later?"
"...No need, I'll just pay." This chapter has been completed!