Zhong Mingwei is biting his teeth and looking at his bloody foot. He was wrapped up yesterday. He doesn't know how badly he hurt it. At this moment, he can see clearly that the whole foot is covered with blood and flesh. It's also impossible to slide down from such a high place without injury. It's just

"Ah!" Zhong Mingwei suddenly cried out in pain.

"You have to bear with it," Chen Qingxuan said, sweating all over his face. He put down his knife and wiped his face casually. He turned to Zhong Mingwei and explained, "you spent too long in the snow barefoot yesterday. A large piece of meat here is frozen. You have to scrape it off at this time, or the wound will not grow well. Please don't cut it Move, I can't cut meat from other places. "

Zhong Mingwei looks at the large white meat and takes a breath of cool air. He grabs the sheet and nods to Chen Qingxuan.

"Then I'll start." Chen Qingxuan took a deep breath, holding Zhong Mingwei's leg in one hand, holding a knife in the other hand, and reached Zhong Mingwei's ankle.

……

By the time Chen Qingxuan gouged out the two wrists and the frozen meat on his legs and stomach, Zhong Mingwei's fingers had pulled out ten holes in the bed sheet, and even the mattress under his head had been torn. It was really painful.

When Chen Qingxuan gouged out the last piece of dead meat, he suddenly sat on the ground. He looked at a small stall on the ground and the bloody meat. He turned his head and took a deep breath. After all, he could not vomit, and then he was busy to stop Zhong Mingwei's bleeding. After his busy life, he found out Zhong Mingwei has already fainted from the pain. The gauze tied well on his hand has been buttoned and rotten. The blood can't flow to the bedspread bit by bit. Chen Qingxuan is too busy to wrap his hands for Zhong Mingwei.

When everything was finished, Chen Qingxuan only felt that he had lost his whole life. He stood up by the side of the bed, looked at the sleeping man on the bed, and said in his heart silently, "next time you go to the city, you must buy some hemp to keep it, or you will really kill people.".

……

When Chen Qingxuan came out of the room, grandma Chen also just came out of the room, with half of the bowl of red bean porridge left in her hand, her face was not happy.

"What's the matter?" Chen Qingxuan washed his hands and asked grandma Chen, "how could this morning's face be composed?"

"The girl said she had no appetite, so she ate two mouthfuls of red bean porridge. She didn't even try to persuade her," grandma Chen said dully, throwing the remaining half bowl of red bean porridge on the table, sat down angrily, and continued to scold ah Chou. "After two days and nights, she had to say that she wasn't hungry. She had to go back to the mountain and see if she could get out of bed 。”

"She's going back up the hill?" Chen Qingxuan was stunned. He put down his handkerchief and looked at the closed door behind him. He frowned. "She's too ignorant. She has typhoid fever. She can't see the wind. Where can she go out?"

"Yeah, I told her that, but she couldn't hear it. She wanted to go home." grandma Chen said angrily. "What do you think she had to do? Can we eat and drink without her? Or does she think she'll be cured when she gets home? "

"Grandma, don't be angry. I'll go in and persuade her." Chen Qingxuan vaguely ponders ah Chou's mind and tells grandma Chen at the moment.

"That wench is stubborn that nine cows can't pull back. I see how you advise her." Grandma Chen groaned while she went to the kitchen to fry ah Chou's medicine.

When Chen Qingxuan came in, ah Chou was struggling to put on socks. As soon as Fu saw Chen Qingxuan come in, she was so busy that she put her feet into the quilt. Then she pulled the quilt again and covered it tightly. She looked at Chen Qingxuan a little embarrassed and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Chen, why don't you knock when you come in?"

"Wrong! Sorry! It's me who is abrupt. " Chen Qingxuan is so busy that he can't hold his fist and says sorry.

"No It's OK. I made a big deal out of a molehill. "Ah Chou looked at Chen Qingxuan like this. He was embarrassed. After a pause, ah Chou said again," Mr. Chen, just now grandma Chen said that I was too sick to go home. Did you tell Grandma Chen that? "

"I just want to talk to you about this," Chen Qingxuan said, looking at ah Chou with a calm face. "You have got hurt, and you are cold and heavy. You can't see the cold at this time, let alone go up the mountain, and you can't even get out of the door. Do you know?"