The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Bai Guihua leaned over and shouted, "Luo Ye, I'm Sister Guihua, give me the knife." As she said that, she quickly reached out and pressed on the back of the knife.

"Ah!" Luo Ye shouted again, turned around and slashed at her with a knife.

Bai Guihua quickly took a step back, and the kitchen knife crossed over her neck and hit the wall with a "puff".

This time Luo Ye turned his back to Wu Xulin. Wu Xulin was quick-witted and rushed forward, hugged him tightly, and held one of his arms with one hand to prevent him from swinging the knife again.

Luo Ye was shocked and screamed, "Let me go, let me go..." His thin body struggled desperately and almost broke free.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bai Guihua rushed forward again, grabbed his wrist and snatched the kitchen knife away, then took a step back and threw it far away.

Wu Xulin held Luo Ye and dragged him a few steps away, shouting urgently, "Look at Teacher Luo."

Chen Danqing and Xing Qingsheng had already rushed over, holding Luo Tingyuan, and repeatedly shouted: "Teacher Luo, how are you? How are you?"

Luo Tingyuan shook his head slightly and whispered, "It's okay, as there's no vital injury." But his body slid down the wall.

Mrs. Jiang supported him with all her strength, and slowly helped him sit down, shouting anxiously: "There is too much bleeding, and it can't be stopped. We need to stop the bleeding quickly."

Zhu Xiaomin was terrified and shouted anxiously, "Medicine, get the medicine quickly."

Yang Aijun had already put down the shovel and was holding his bloody arm, gasping for breath. When he heard him shouting, he turned to look at Miao Shiwen.

Miao Shiwen said with a pale face: "In... in the room..." With his hand supported by Huang Xiaojuan, he went straight to the fourth dormitory and quickly took out the medicine. He gave one bottle to Chen Xudong to take care of Yang Aijun, and one bottle to Luo Tingyuan.

Zhu Xiaomin had just reached out to take it when Bai Guihua took it over: "You go and look after Luo Ye, I'll take care of this!" Then she squatted down beside Luo Tingyuan and saw a large tear in his clothes on his chest. She immediately tore it open and saw a long bloody wound that was still bleeding. She was startled and hurriedly shouted: "We need a clean cloth."

He Wenhua had already rushed to the sewing room, got out the cloth, tore it into long strips, and passed it to both sides.

While they were busy bandaging the wounds of Luo Tingyuan and Yang Aijun, Zhu Xiaomin tried to comfort Luo Ye. She reached out and held his shoulders, and whispered, "Luo Ye, I am Sister Xiaomin."

Luo Ye still acted as if he didn't hear anything. He just struggled with all his might, but still couldn't break free of Wu Xulin's arms. He suddenly burst into tears and shouted hoarsely: "You killed my father, I will chop you to death, chop you to death..."

Luo Tingyuan was a little dazed. When he heard his son's cry, he forced himself to sit up and whispered, "Luo Ye, I'm fine. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Zhu Xiaomin was surprised and distressed, and whispered: "Yes, Luo Ye, it's okay, Dad is okay, I'm Sister Xiaomin, it's really okay." She reached out her hand, touched his head, and rubbed it gently to comfort him.

Feeling the gentle touch on his head, Luo Ye's body began to tremble. His stiff and struggling body finally softened gradually, and his hoarse shouting turned into sobs: "They want to kill Dad, they want to kill Dad..."

Seeing that he had stopped struggling, Zhu Xiaomin slowly moved over, hugged him in her arms, rubbed his head with one hand, and said softly, "We know that the bad guys have been caught. It's okay, it's okay."

Luo Ye panted and finally calmed down. He raised his tear-stained face, looked at her, then looked at Luo Tingyuan who was sitting against the wall, and cried, "Dad..."

Luo Tingyuan smiled at him: "I'm fine."

How can you be okay after losing so much blood?

Luo Ye was sobbing but couldn't speak.

At this time, Bai Guihua had already covered Luo Tingyuan's wound with a cloth coated with medicine, and said, "The wound is not shallow, but it is only skin and flesh. It will be fine once the bleeding stops."

At this time, several young men from the Jin family had helped the militia to tie up those people, and they also came to help Bai Guihua.

The four widows also followed, complaining about how their new men rushed forward recklessly, while they chased after them to bandage their wounds.

Seeing that Luo Ye had finally calmed down, Zhu Xiaomin went to check on Luo Tingyuan's wound. Although a large amount of white medicine had been sprinkled on it, the wound was still bleeding. Then she looked at Yang Aijun, whose face was also pale. She shook her head and said, "No, we have to go to the clinic to get stitches and some anti-inflammatory drugs." She turned around and shouted to Chen Xudong, "Go and ask the tractor to wait downstairs. We have to go to town."

Chen Xudong had just bandaged Yang Aijun's wound and immediately nodded: "Okay!" He stuffed the remaining things to Li Mingjiang and ran away.

Xia Lao San hesitated: "Send Teacher Luo to the town clinic?"

Zhu Xiaomin looked at him and said, "Before, Mr. Luo couldn't leave the educated youth camp because they were afraid he would run away. Now that he has lost so much blood, how can he run away? Besides, why would he run away?"

Yes, the movement was announced to be over a few hours ago, and Luo Tingyuan has already seen the light, so why should he run?

Xia Lao San nodded and said to a militiaman, "Go find two single-armored rifles."

Yang Aimin shook his head: "I can walk on my own."

"Then let's make one." Zhu Xiaomin said, "Call a few more people to take these scumbags to the police station."

After hearing the instructions, the militia ran away.

After letting the other educated youth take care of Luo Tingyuan and Yang Aijun, Zhu Xiaomin went to see the dozen or so people who had been captured and asked in a cold voice, "Who are these people?"

Xia Laosan frowned: "They are from the Third Brigade. I wonder what they are doing here?"

Luo Ye immediately shouted: "They are here to kill my father."

"No, no..." Someone inside shouted, "We...we just want to steal something, no...we don't want to kill anyone..."

"No, no!" Luo Ye shouted again, "You are killing people, you are killing people..."

"Luo Ye!" Zhu Xiaomin was afraid that he would get excited again, so she hugged him and patted him gently, saying softly, "Let me ask, okay?"

Luo Ye panted, glared at those people hatefully, but nodded.

Zhu Xiaomin walked over slowly and looked at the men: "You said you came here to steal something, why did you bring a knife?"

"We...we are used to carrying..." the man replied.

Zhu Xiaomin went to see Yang Aijun and Wu Xulin: "What happened?"

Yang Aijun said slowly with a cold face: "We are all in the front yard, talking to Teacher Luo." Pointing at the table, he said, "Teacher Luo sits here, Xulin and I sit over here, Luo Ye sits across from me, at Mrs. Jiang's."

In other words, Luo Tingyuan was facing the dormitory, Luo Ye had his back to the dormitory, Yang Aishen and Wu Xulin had their backs to the kitchen and were facing the gate, and Jiang Sao and Luo Tingyuan were in the same row, separated by some distance.

Zhu Xiaomin nodded and frowned: "It seems that you should be able to see someone entering the yard."

How could Luo Tingyuan get hurt?