Reborn as a rough guy in the 1970s, Jiaojiao is blessed with good fortune

After Xiuxiu heard this, she saw that she was still wrapped in his outer coat. The pain all over her body suddenly became clearer and clearer. It was probably because she had struggled too fiercely and injured many places. Only then did she realize that she was actually hurting herself. Failed to take care of it.

Zhang Jiancheng continued on his way. Sensing her silence, he asked, "If you are willing to talk, tell me how it happened?"

"My head was covered before I could react at the time..." Xiuxiu lowered her head and said, "Because I was a little late in cleaning up your private plot, and it was already dark..."

Zhang Jiancheng paused, turned around and asked, "Why are you cleaning up my private plot?"

Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment, and her words were full of guilt: "It's because of my affairs that I have caused you more trouble..."

As Zhang Jiancheng walked, he listened to Xiuxiu briefly explain the reason for the incident. After her words ended, Zhang Jiancheng was silent all the way.

It wasn't until he turned from the vast crop fields to the village road and passed his private land that he stopped and said in a low voice: "So I spent a few days cleaning up the land. Do you think it can be restored to its original appearance overnight?"

Under the moonlight, Xiuxiu looked at the messy private land and had no ability to defend herself. She lowered her head and sighed: "I'm sorry! I was too impatient!"

Zhang Jiancheng put her down gently, turned around and walked into the field to investigate slowly. Xiaohu circled back and forth around Xiuxiu, sometimes whispering softly to Xiuxiu, as if he was blaming her, but also seemed to be worried about her.

Xiuxiu wiped the tears from her face, squatted down unsteadily and stroked the little tiger's fur, and felt a sticky hand.

In the moonlight, I saw the blood stains on my hands, and quickly

Checking Xiaohu's body, the wound seemed to be on Xiaohu's front thigh and upper arm. Xiuxiu couldn't help crying and gently hugged Xiaohu's neck.

Zhang Jiancheng came back from the depths of the field with a hoe in his hand. He helped Xiuxiu up and handed the paper bag into her hand. It was the vegetable seeds she had finally bought after walking back and forth from the commune.

Xiuxiu held it in her hand, sniffed, and then heard Zhang Jiancheng asking from above her head: "Does the wound hurt?"

Xiuxiu shook her head, gritted her teeth, turned around and walked towards the village. After only a few steps, Zhang Jiancheng rushed to the front and picked her up again.

Xiuxiu grabbed his shoulders and said, "I can walk by myself now!"

"By the time you get home, all the blood will be gone!" Zhang Jiancheng carried her on his back and strode into the village.

After entering the hospital, Zhang Jiancheng walked directly into the kitchen, put Xiuxiu down, lit the oil lamp and held it close to her body to shine a light on her body. He saw large bruises all over her hands and neck, which showed the danger of the struggle at that time.

"Go inside and wait!" Zhang Jiancheng placed the oil lamp on the desk and scooped a basin of water from the vat.

Xiuxiu took the basin, rolled up her sleeves and put her hand in: "I'll just wash it here!" As soon as her hand touched the water, she felt a stinging pain.

Zhang Jiancheng stood behind her, listening to her hissing that appeared and disappeared. These were just her hands. It was conceivable that the wounds on her body must also be serious, but she was wearing his outer coat and covered her tightly. He couldn't let it go. She took it off and examined it.

In the flickering candlelight, his eyes fell on the left side of her waist, and his green coat was dimmed into a deep black.

"Stop washing it!" Zhang Jiancheng pointed to the left side of her waist and said, "You are seriously injured here, it's all blood!"

Xiuxiu followed his instructions and touched herself

There was a heartbreaking pain in his left waist. When he lowered his head and saw that his clothes were stained, he quickly took off his coat.

Her own clothes were exposed, dirty and torn, and half of the sleeves had been torn off by the gangsters. There was a blur of blood on her left waist, and the blood went down and stained her pants.

Xiuxiu gritted her teeth and wanted to open her clothes to see the wound first, but the clothes were already stuck to her flesh and blood, making her tremble with pain.

Zhang Jiancheng's expression was full of turmoil. After all, he was suppressed by himself. He only reached out to help and suddenly tore open his clothes. Xiuxiu gritted her teeth and tried hard not to let herself cry out in pain. When she lowered her head, she could only see the upper part of her left waist. There was a wound as long as the index finger, and the skin and flesh were spread to both sides.

"Were you chopped by him?" Zhang Jiancheng lowered his head and asked in a suppressed tone.

With a sense of luck that she had survived the disaster, Xiuxiu now dared to recall the details. She thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I hit the hoe when I was struggling on the ground!"

She clearly remembered the fear at the moment when her head was covered, she lost her direction and center of gravity, and the gangsters touched her. She couldn't care about anything when she struggled desperately. She did feel a sharp pain, but soon It was overshadowed by even stronger fear.

Thinking about it now, I hit the hoe during the struggle. Fortunately, the hoe was very blunt. If it had hit something sharp like that, I might have hurt my internal organs.

"Xiaohu found you by following the smell of blood!" Zhang Jiancheng took the oil lamp and carefully observed the condition of the wound: "Fortunately it's not too deep, but the blood is still flowing! This wound must be cleaned. Do you want to go to the infirmary? I’ll do it!”

"You?" Xiu Xiu stared at him.

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Zhang Jiancheng nodded slightly: "When the troops are injured on a mission, there is no time to go to the medical soldiers, so we all deal with it ourselves. I am very familiar with such wounds!"

Of course Xiuxiu wanted to go to the infirmary, but she raised her arm and looked at the contusions all over her arm. She would have to explain to the doctor how the injury came about.

Meeting a gangster at night was a big or small matter. Xiu Xiu thought about it and decided that it would be inappropriate to cause more trouble. She looked up and saw Zhang Jiancheng's frown. He probably had this consideration before asking her for her opinion.

After all, lying would be counterproductive if not done well. Xiuxiu felt a little guilty: "Why don't you help me do it? It's better not to let others know about it!"

Zhang Jiancheng nodded, helped her into the main room and said, "Wait for me for a while!" After that, he locked the door and went out.

In the silence of the night, Xiuxiu sat on the kang and waited for him. The feeling of horror always lingered in her heart. She suddenly felt a piercing coldness in her bones. She felt that the wait was as long as a century. It was not until Zhang Jiancheng opened the door and entered the house that Xiuxiu felt The blood warmed up again.

Zhang Jiancheng came to her with a basin and medical equipment. Xiuxiu watched him place the equipment one by one, as if he had practiced it countless times. Finally, he rolled a rag into a tube and handed it to her. came to her and said:

"The inside of your wound must be cleaned, otherwise it will become infected. It will hurt when I clean it. Just bite this and don't make a sound!"

Xiuxiu knew that her wound needed to be debrided, but looking at the roll of cloth in his hand, which she used to wipe the stove, she couldn't stop talking.

She thought she could bear it, so she shook her head, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Zhang Jiancheng no longer gave up.

Who would have thought that he used alcohol, and the severe pain of debridement was completely beyond Xiuxiu's ability to bear!

Xiuxiu couldn't help but wailed: "It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle!"

Although the tone was painful, the voice was typical of a girl, soft and weak. Faint in the dim night, Zhang Jiancheng stopped suddenly and frowned at her.

Xiuxiu was so painful that she burst into tears: "Why did you use alcohol? It really hurts, so..."

"That's why I let you bite this!" Zhang Jiancheng interrupted her complaint and stuffed the rag into her mouth. Xiuxiu was forced to bite the rag and endured it as he cleaned the wound bit by bit. …