Shen Yue's heart trembled, and she turned around and Luo Mu stepped forward to help Aunt Chen up, "Aunt Chen, don't worry, what on earth is going on?"
"Dalang...Dalang, he...wuwuwu..." Auntie Chen burst into tears as she spoke, and the rest of her words were buried in her cries.
Shen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and a thought came to her mind. Could it be that the elder of the Chen family just couldn't think of it?
She didn't dare to delay, so she rushed to the Chen family's house, and Luo's mother quickly followed.
"Yue'er, don't worry, Chen Dalang will be fine." Luo's mother followed behind Shen Yue and comforted her softly.
She quite likes the old man of the Chen family, he is honest, kind and a good boy.
"Well..." Shen Yue responded absently. When she opened the door, Chen Dalang was lying on the ground, his face pale, and the blood on his wrists stained his clothes.
Uncle Chen held Chen Dalang's wrist tightly and did not dare to let go. His eyes were red and the eight-foot-old man's hands were shaking badly.
When Aunt Chen entered the house and saw this scene, she collapsed on the ground unsteadily, covering her face with her hands and crying bitterly.
Shen Yue took a deep breath, slowly approached Chen Dalang, felt for his pulse, and then frowned.
After laying him down, Shen Yue put her hand on the back of his neck for pulse. When she felt his weak breath and his decreasing body temperature, Shen Yue's expression suddenly changed.
"Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, please calm down now. I need hot water, rope, and scissors. The sooner the better!"
Mother Luo was the first to react and immediately ran out to prepare things. Uncle Chen also came to his senses and helped Shen Yue pick up Chen Dalang from the ground and put him on the bed.
"Aunt Chen, hurry up and boil some hot water." Shen Yue turned around and shouted to Aunt Chen.
Aunt Chen heard this, nodded in panic, wiped away her tears, her feet felt a little weak, and stumbled towards the kitchen.
Shen Yue looked at Uncle Chen and asked, "Uncle Chen, when did Brother Dalang become like this? Before or after you came in?"
She always felt that the current blood loss of the Chen family's elder brother could not be caused in such a short time...
Uncle Chen shook his head and said in a heavy tone, "When I came in, his wrist was already bleeding..."
As he said that, he couldn't help but shed a few tears, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't said that to him, it would have been fine. He wouldn't have cut himself so violently. It's all my fault for harming Da Lang."
When Shen Yue saw him like this, she didn't know how to comfort him.
But now at this critical moment, she had no time to comfort him, "Uncle Chen, help me find a rope, preferably something elastic."
Uncle Chen hurriedly agreed, turned around and ran out to find the rope.
Shen Yue removed several people and immediately sealed the acupuncture points with silver needles to slow down the bleeding.
The elder of the Chen family lost too much blood, and his face was extremely pale. Shen Yue took out the spiritual spring from the space, picked up the water on the table, put two drops in, and fed it to the elder of the Chen family.
The face of Mr. Chen's family was not as good as before, but the wound was still oozing blood. It could be seen that it could not be stopped with just a few silver needles, and it could only be sutured with surgery.
Shen Yue once again lamented the beauty of the system.
Before anyone came back, Shen Yue took out the things needed for the surgery from the space in advance and put them into the needle bag.
He also gave Chen Dalang a piece of ginseng to hold in his mouth to preserve his vitality.
When everyone came back with their things, the first thing Shen Yue did was to ask Uncle Chen to tie his elbows tightly with a rope to reduce blood loss. Shen Yue's heart trembled, turned around, and Luo Mu stepped forward to help Aunt Chen up, " Aunt Chen, don’t worry, what’s going on?”
"Dalang...Dalang, he...wuwuwu..." Auntie Chen burst into tears as she spoke, and the rest of her words were buried in her cries.
Shen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and a thought came to her mind. Could it be that the elder of the Chen family just couldn't think of it?
She didn't dare to delay, so she rushed to the Chen family's house, and Luo's mother quickly followed.
"Yue'er, don't worry, Chen Dalang will be fine." Luo's mother followed behind Shen Yue and comforted her softly.
She quite likes the old man of the Chen family, he is honest, kind and a good boy.
"Well..." Shen Yue responded absently. When she opened the door, Chen Dalang was lying on the ground, his face pale, and the blood on his wrists stained his clothes.
Uncle Chen held Chen Dalang's wrist tightly and did not dare to let go. His eyes were red and the eight-foot-old man's hands were shaking badly.
When Aunt Chen entered the house and saw this scene, she collapsed on the ground unsteadily, covering her face with her hands and crying bitterly.
Shen Yue took a deep breath, slowly approached Chen Dalang, felt for his pulse, and then frowned.
After laying him down, Shen Yue put her hand on the back of his neck for pulse. When she felt his weak breath and his decreasing body temperature, Shen Yue's expression suddenly changed.
"Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, please calm down now. I need hot water, rope, and scissors. The sooner the better!"
Mother Luo was the first to react and immediately ran out to prepare things. Uncle Chen also came to his senses and helped Shen Yue pick up Chen Dalang from the ground and put him on the bed.
"Aunt Chen, hurry up and boil some hot water." Shen Yue turned around and shouted to Aunt Chen.
Aunt Chen heard this, nodded in panic, wiped away her tears, her feet felt a little weak, and stumbled towards the kitchen.
Shen Yue looked at Uncle Chen and asked, "Uncle Chen, when did Brother Dalang become like this? Before or after you came in?"
She always felt that the current blood loss of the Chen family's elder brother could not be caused in such a short time...
Uncle Chen shook his head and said in a heavy tone, "When I came in, his wrist was already bleeding..."
As he said that, he couldn't help but shed a few tears, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't said that to him, it would have been fine. He wouldn't have cut himself so violently. It's all my fault for harming Da Lang."
When Shen Yue saw him like this, she didn't know how to comfort him.
But now at this critical moment, she had no time to comfort him, "Uncle Chen, help me find a rope, preferably something elastic."
Uncle Chen hurriedly agreed, turned around and ran out to find the rope.
Shen Yue removed several people and immediately sealed the acupuncture points with silver needles to slow down the bleeding.
The elder of the Chen family lost too much blood, and his face was extremely pale. Shen Yue took out the spiritual spring from the space, picked up the water on the table, put two drops in, and fed it to the elder of the Chen family.
The face of Mr. Chen's family was not as good as before, but the wound was still oozing blood. It could be seen that it could not be stopped with just a few silver needles, and it could only be sutured with surgery.
Shen Yue once again lamented the beauty of the system.
Before anyone came back, Shen Yue took out the things needed for the surgery from the space in advance and put them into the needle bag.
He also gave Chen Dalang a piece of ginseng to hold in his mouth to preserve his vitality.
When everyone came back with their things, the first thing Shen Yue did was to ask Uncle Chen to tie his elbows tightly with a rope to reduce blood loss.