Lao Zhang's head froze for a moment, then he suddenly trembled, and his trousers became wet and dada.

He didn't feel ashamed at all, only a strong sense of disaster for the rest of his life in his heart, as if he had passed through a ghost gate.

I don't know how long it took for someone to come over and look around the man on the tiger's body and talk about it.

"It's really a man. He's badly hurt. I don't know if he's dead or alive..."

"It seems that the man fell from the sky and killed the spotted tiger. He saved us..."

“……”

After Lao Zhang's head recovered, he opened the crowd, walked in a long way, bent down and reached for the man's nose.

"He He's not dead, he's breathing... " He said with great excitement.

The crowd immediately exclaimed, "it's incredible that I haven't died after such a serious injury..."

"But I don't think he'll survive because he's hurt so badly. Otherwise, we don't care about him..." There is humanity.

The rest were suddenly silent.

Yeah!

They are all poor people. Otherwise, they would not take part in tiger hunting for the ten Liang silver.

Take such a wounded person back, not to mention that eating and drinking is a problem. It will cost a lot of money just to treat the injury.

Butler Wu squeezed out of the crowd and said, "I don't know the origin of this man. I think it's still..."

"No way!"

Lao Zhang suddenly began to say, "Butler Wu, don't forget that if it wasn't for this man, we would all die..."

The crowd was silent again, and Butler Wu was ashamed.

"Steward Wu!"

The old Zhang's head relaxed his face and said, "you said earlier, we killed tigers. Each of us had ten liang of silver, and we gave twenty liang of the most. Is that still count?"

"Count, count naturally." Butler Wu nodded.

"That's good!"

Lao Zhang said: "Tian Peng is dead. I don't want ten Liang silver. You give Tian Peng's share and mine to his family. As for the twenty Liang, you have to treat this man."

When the others heard him say that, they all looked ashamed. Li Liuzhi took over and said, "give half of my ten Liang silver to Lao Zhang."

"Five liang of silver is also allowed in my share. Treat this little brother. Whether he can survive depends on his own creation..."

"And me..."

The others continued to speak.

……

Dongzhang village, a small village with a population of less than 500, is named Dongzhang village because the local surname is Zhang.

"Dang Clam... Clam... "

At the gate of Zhangji iron shop in the east of the village, a woman with rich body is standing in a hot shed, waving a hammer in her hand and beating a piece of red iron.

At this time, a group of people surrounded Lao Zhang's head and rushed into the house in a hurry. Lao Zhang was still carrying a young man covered in blood.

The woman's face changed a little. She rushed into the room with a hammer and cried, "Dad, you can't die. How can I live if you die..."

Her words just said don't stop abruptly. I saw my father standing by the bed well, and there was a man covered with blood on the bed at the moment.

The woman smiled bitterly: "Dad, who is he?"

Lao Zhang took out a dry towel to wipe his body for the people on the bed, and said: "Cuihua, go and invite grandpa Lin to come, and it's a matter of life..."

In only half a day, the whole people in Dongzhang village knew the process of the tiger hunt.

When they learned that they met a demon tiger who cultivated the climate, all of them were sweating. When they heard that a young man who was covered with blood fell from the sky and killed the tiger, countless people were surprised.

Some people don't believe it. After all, those who fell from the sky and haven't been killed have not been seen before. Some people say that the young man is actually a God

For a while, many people in the village rushed to Zhang's shop to see what the youth looked like.

However, old Zhang's daughter Cuihua, holding a hammer, took out a small bench and sat at the door to be awed.

……

In the room, Lao zhangtou has wiped all the blood on the man's body, and the man is even wrapped into zongzi with a white cloth by the only doctor Lin in the village.

Lao Zhang looked at the old man with the medicine box on his back and said: "how are you, Lao Lin? Is there any hope? "

"Does this man really fall from the sky?" Dr. Lin said in reply.

"I don't know."

Lao Zhang shook his head and said, "at that time, I was so scared that I didn't see clearly at all. You can say if he can survive."

"This young man is seriously injured. I believe you can see that his whole body is full of scars. Some wounds even run through his heart and lungs..."

Smell speech, old Zhang's head is also a face of shock, when taking off the other party's clothes, he was also scared, the dense wound, just like the broken wine bottle.

"It's the first time I've seen such tenacity of vitality since I practiced medicine for decades. Now I can only see his creation "

after a long silence, Dr. Lin said:" I don't recommend you to save him. Even if you can cure such a serious injury, you can't imagine the money to spend... "

"I would never be so generous to be someone else, but who let him save me?"

Lao Zhang bit his teeth and said, "although I am a small man, I know that I will repay my kindness. It's a big deal. I sold the Iron Shop..."

Dr. Lin is gone.

Since then, Zhang's office has closed, and Zhang tou and his daughter Cuihua are almost inseparable young people on the bed.

The savings are less and less, but the young people are still unconscious. The rumors about him in the village are gradually disappearing. Everyone thinks that the other side can't live any longer.

"Who are you?"

Cuihua is by the bed, holding her chin in her hand, quietly looking at the youth's facial features. Her eyes are curious. The latter's beautiful facial features make her blush a little.

In these days, it was almost the medicine and gauze she changed for the youth, so she showed her body.

When she saw the dense wounds on the young man, she went to the tree to take out the bird's eggs from childhood, beat a group of bear children to cry, and couldn't help crying.

"They said you fell from the sky, didn't they?"

"Why do you look so good? And why do you have white hair when you are young? "

"What's your name?"

"When do you wake up?"

“……”

It seems that this kind of dialogue often happens in the next few days. Sometimes it makes Lao Zhang feel that his daughter, who can't get married, is shocked.

On the seventh day, when Cuihua went to Doctor Lin's house to take the last dose of external medicine, she saw that the bed was empty.

She subconsciously turned around and wanted to go out to find out. She saw a young man standing in front of her house, all naked.

"Ah!!!"

"Dad, Dad, he's awake. Come on..."

A harsh voice reverberated in a hundred meters, and was suddenly shocked.