The Song family all ran out.

Song Lin was carried in by several people on a simple stretcher.

The man had already fallen into a coma, and a sharp wooden stick was inserted into his right thigh, and blood fell to the ground along his already dyed red clothes.

All the Song family members turned pale, and Xu's eyes turned black.

The person who shouted first was crying, "Brother Song accidentally fell into the trap, so we dare not pull the wooden stick."

There were traps they set up on the mountain, and there were many such sharp wooden sticks inserted into them. It was a blessing that Song Lin was flexible and tried to avoid the corner of the trap when he fell down, otherwise he would have been out of breath now.

"San Lao, go and call the doctor."

Song Sanxiao didn't care about responding and ran out. He was anxious and staggered, and the man hit the door frame with a thump, staggered and almost fell down. He hurriedly held the door. Before he could stabilize his body, he ran out staggeringly.

"Brother Song is bleeding too much, so our doctor may not be able to cure it."

The doctors in the village can treat headaches and fevers. Such serious injuries cannot be cured, and only the doctors in the county can treat them.

Mr. Song was quite calm, and he hurriedly ordered, "Second, go get a ox cart."

Song Shu turned around and ran towards the cowshed.

"You can't go to the county."

Everyone looked at Song Wanyue.

"My father has shed so much blood, and I'm afraid he can't hold on to the county. He has to pull out the wooden stick immediately."

"You can't pull it out. Once it's pulled out, your father..."

They are all hunting for many years. When they encounter this situation, once they pull out the wooden stick, the blood cannot be stopped, and Song Lin will soon die.

"The county town is twenty miles away from us. My father couldn't hold on to the ox cart."

Everyone knew that she was telling the truth, but there was still a glimmer of hope when she went to the county. If she pulled her at home, she would have no hope of living.

"You carry my dad into the house. Second uncle, go and boil water. Second aunt, find me a pair of scissors!"

Song Wanyue gave orders in an orderly manner.

No one moved.

Grandma Song moved her mouth, but she didn't make any sound.

No matter what, she can follow Yue'er, but this is related to her son's life and death.

"Dad, mom, just listen to Yue'er."

Xu's face was not bloody, but his voice was extremely firm: Yue'er must have seen this way to save people in the book, otherwise she would not have been so sure, she believed in her daughter.

"Boss wife..."

"Mom forgot, Yue'er saved someone in the morning."

Not only Grandma Song remembered it, but also Mr. Song also remembered it and immediately decided, "Just listen to Yue'er, please help carry the person into the house."

Several people who carried people over looked at each other. They were hunting on the mountain and did not know that Song Wanyue saved people in the morning.

She felt worthless for Song Lin. She was so desirable that she was so despised by her daughter that she was so willful that she ignored her father's life and death.

But this is something that others decided, and they can't say anything.

Several people sighed in their hearts and carried Song Lin into the house.

Liu Cuilan had already brought the scissors, and Song Wanyue took it and cut Song Lin's clothes apart in a few seconds.

Seeing the blood flowing out constantly, Xu almost couldn't stand firm.

"Here, the doctor is here!"

Song Sanxiao pulled the doctor into the door.

The doctor was pulled over by him all the way, sweating all the way, his clothes were soaked, and he didn't even have time to take a breath. He hurriedly looked at Song Lin, saw the wooden sticks in his legs and blood on his body, and gasped, "The injury is too serious, I, I can't cure..."

"Why can't it be cured? Aren't you a doctor?"

Song Sanxiao shouted at him.

The sweat on the doctor's face dripped and dripping, "It's true that I'm a doctor, but his injuries are too serious, and I'm powerless."

"Do you have medicine to stop bleeding?"

Song Wanyue asked.

"There are, there are some ordinary things, and they are not as good as those in the county's pharmacy."

"Please give us all."

The doctor took the medicine box from Song Sanxiao's back and took out all the medicines that stopped bleeding from it, including three packs. "This is all in my house, I brought it all."

"Uncle San, second uncle and doctor stayed. Second aunt went to grandma's house to cut a long strip of cotton cloth. I bandaged the wound and the rest went out."

Everyone obediently retreated.

Song Wanyue opened the hemostatic medicine and looked at it. As the doctor said, it was not very good. It was okay to treat ordinary wounds. It was difficult to have such a big hole in his father's leg. Fortunately, the dosage was high.

"You three take a pack each. When I pull out the wooden stick, you three will pour it on the wound one after another. The doctor is in front, the second uncle is in back, and the younger uncle is in the end."

Song Sanxiao didn't react and was holding the medicine bag in a daze.

"Yue'er, is this long enough?"

Liu Cuilan came in with the cut cloth strips and asked her to see them.

"Enough."

Song Wanyue took it and put it on the kang. After she let her go out, she put her hands on the wooden stick and once again told her, "Remember the order I told you, don't waste the hemostatic medicine."

The few people nodded, took the medicine bag and opened it, staring nervously at her hand that was holding onto the wooden stick, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Song Wanyue grabbed the wooden stick and pulled it up hard, "Subside!"

The blood splashed as the wooden stick was pulled out. The doctor poured all the medicine in the medicine bag, but it was quickly stained with blood.

"Second Uncle!"

Song Shu also fell down, and the blood penetrated slowly.

Before Song Wanyue could shout, Song Sanxiao fell down as well. The blood was covered and there was no sign of seeping through. Song Wanyue quickly picked up the cloth strip and bandaged the wound, "I'll ask the doctor to take my father's pulse."

The doctor let out a sigh of relief, and then he felt that his hair was soaked. He had been a doctor for many years and had never been as nervous as before.

Song Shu hurriedly brought the stool over. The doctor sat down. The pulse pillow was useless. He took Song Lin's pulse directly. It took him a while to let go of his hand. "Although the blood stopped, the patient was bleeding too much, and the situation was not very good."

“What’s not so good?”

Song Sanxiao grabbed his collar and said, "If my brother is surprised, I can't spare you!"

"Uncle San..."

Song Wanyue knew that Song Lin was in a bad condition, so the reason why she asked the doctor to take her pulse was that she wanted to speak out through his mouth so that she could go to the county town to get medicine.

Song San Xiaohong let go of her hands with her eyes.

"I'd like to prescribe a prescription and we'll go to the county town to get medicine."

The doctor prescribed the medicine, and Song Wanyue put it in her arms and asked Song Shu to take a ox cart.

"I'll go, I'm familiar with the county town and know which pharmacy is good."

Song Wanyue nodded, "Hurry."

Song Sanxiao turned his head and went out. The people waiting outside the house immediately rushed forward and asked, "How is it?"

"The wooden stick has been pulled out, the doctor has prescribed the medicine, Yue'er and I will go to the county town to get the medicine."

"Old woman, go get the money."

Grandma Song went back to the house and took out all the money from the family. With the private money from Xu and Liu Cuilan, it was more than three taels in total.

The doctor shook his head, "The patient needs good medicine, and he can't even buy half a pair of medicine."
Chapter completed!