As soon as he was about to touch the ground, Zhai Xingchen jumped out of the wheelchair. His arm was up and he blocked Gong Suhe.
Then, because of inertia, the wheelchair hit his back, rolled again and fell to the side.
Zhai Xingchen supports the whole body with both hands. In front of him is Gong Suhe who is still unconscious.
He adapted to relieve the pain, and then he sat beside Gong Suhe.
He stretched out a hand and cautiously touched Gong Suhe's arm: "Gong Suhe?"
She didn't respond.
Zhai Xingchen looks down again to see the scar on Gong Suhe's body.
She was wearing a school uniform T-shirt and sports pants, and her arms were not bruised except for a few bruises.
It's not high here, and Zhai Xingchen doesn't see any blood on the ground. He's a little relieved and reaches out his arm to help Gong Suhe up.
When he really touched the girl's arm, he found that her arm was soft and delicate, which made him breathe tight.
He picked her up, put his hand on her shoulders, and saw that she had been hit by a bag on the back of her head, which should have caused her coma.
Zhai Xingchen had heard that some back of the head impact was not serious, but it just led to blood vessel rupture. He was worried and realized that he needed to send Gong Suhe to the hospital immediately.
He let Gong Suhe lean on his legs. He reached for his mobile phone.
However, such a touch found that the mobile phone is not in the pocket!
He must have slipped out when he lost his balance just now, so he looked around and couldn't find it.
And Gong Suhe's, Zhai Xingchen found it on the ground, but found that it couldn't be opened after it was turned off.
"Gong Suhe." He called softly again, but she still didn't want to wake up.
It was getting darker and darker. Zhai Xingchen looked at the two meter high ground and felt his incompetence again.
If he can stand up
He lifted the wheelchair from the side and sat on it with both hands.
Then he bent over and picked Gong Suhe up from the ground.
He held a girl for the first time. He didn't expect that she was so light. It was like holding a soft cloud in his hand.
Her quiet, simple face was close at hand, which he wanted to touch many times.
However, he did not dare to touch, just so rigid to hold her.
Her long hair swept the back of his hand, bringing numbness to the touch, itching, itching to the heart.
Zhai Xingchen raised the wheelchair cushion a little until it reached the extreme height.
However, it is still one meter away from the platform above.
Zhai Xingchen looked down at the girl in his arms. His voice was a little stiff, but surprisingly gentle: "Gong Suhe, I'll put you up. You wait for me. I'll find a way to go up and ask for help."
After that, he looked at her quiet face, took a deep breath, put his hands on Gong Suhe's back and legs, and lifted him up.
Although the girl is not heavy, but so lift still feel the weight.
The ground is uneven and the wheelchair slides slightly.
Zhai Xingchen quickly stabilized the center of gravity, and then forced Gong Suhe a little bit higher.
Closer and closer to the ground, until he finally put her on smoothly.
However, at the moment when he took back his hand, Zhai Xingchen didn't grasp it well because of the shift of the center of gravity. He slipped and fell forward!
His hands scrambled to climb the concrete in front of him, but because of the gravity, his fingers slipped and he rolled heavily to the ground.