Xianjun, please calm down

The man didn't respond.

Wang Dazhuang stepped forward and gently pushed the man, and called again, but the man still didn't respond, as if he was dead.

Wang Dazhuang put down his bow, and turned the man over carefully. When he saw the man's condition, he couldn't help gasping. The man's left shoulder and waist were blood red, and the ground under him was dyed red. If the left shoulder is a little lower, I am afraid that the heart will be pierced through. The terrible injury is shocking to look at, because the clothes are too white, and the large bloodstains on it are also particularly shocking.

Da Zhuang lived in this peaceful small village since he was a child, and he has never seen such a miserable person. He couldn't help being moved with compassion, and gasped in a low voice: "This... I'm afraid I won't survive?"

He carefully tested the breath of the man in his arms.

Fortunately, although his breath is weak, he is still alive. Forget it, do your best, obey the destiny, and try to save him. If you can't save him, find a good place to bury him. It's not in vain for them to meet.

But judging from the injuries on this man, it doesn't look like he was bitten by a wild animal, but rather like he was chopped by some sharp weapon.Wang Dazhuang thought for a while, took out the emergency wound medicine on his body, tore off the sweat towel, roughly wrapped the wound on the man's body, stopped the bleeding briefly, and covered up some bloody smell, he put his bow on his back body, leaned over and hugged the man, and quickly left the place. The smell of blood here is very strong, and it will soon attract large beasts.

He also wanted to carry that person on his back, which would save energy and allow him to be more mobile when encountering any incidents, but the person was injured too badly, and carrying it could easily press on the wound and aggravate the injury, so he could only hug him.

When he got to the place where the firewood was cut, he looked at the bundled firewood and walked out of the forest without stopping. By this time, it was getting dark, and everyone in the village was going home to eat, and they were scrambling to get out of the woods before dark. After finishing the meal, so as to save some lamp oil money, Wang Dazhuang ran all the way home without meeting anyone.

After entering the house, Wang Dazhuang put the man on the only plank bed at home, fetched a basin of water, untied the bloody white clothes of the man who should have been beautiful, and carefully cleaned the man with a clean cloth towel. Gruesome wounds on the body.

While he was doing it, he felt pain for this person, and whispered in his mouth: "It's okay, it's okay, bear with it, it will be fine soon, I always get hurt when I hunt, I know best, the wound must be It has to be cleaned or it will rot..."

He lives alone and usually has no one to talk to. Now that there is another person in the house, even though he knows that the person in front of him can't hear him at all, he still wants to say something to him.

Wang Dazhuang, who was chattering in a low voice, did not notice that the wounded man who was lying on the bed like a dead man slowly opened his long and narrow eyes, and the sharpness in his eyes flashed past. After looking at him quietly for a while, he looked at him again. I couldn't help but close my eyes in thoughts.

Wang Dazhuang didn't know about the fact that the wounded had just regained consciousness for a short time. He concentrated on treating the wound. A basin of clear water soon turned into bloody water. After three times of water, the wound was finally cleaned up.

At this time, it was dark, and he didn't care about the lamp oil money. He lit the oil lamp beside the bed, dug out the wound medicine and bandages at home, and carefully bandaged the wound, whispering as he wrapped it. Said: "Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. If it weren't for the wound, I, a rough-skinned veteran, would not bear to touch it. The person who attacked you is really cruel. Who are you offending? Already? There are no bandits around here..."

He was wounded up, and he thought everyone was familiar with it. Seeing that the man's clothes were covered in blood, he took them off, ran to the closet and rummaged left and right, and found a brand new light blue coat. Put it on for this man, and explained as he put it on: "Your clothes are so good, they are as light and soft as clouds, and you can see that you live in a wealthy family. You must not be used to wearing them. Wearing this coarse cloth, but your clothes are dirty and full of blood, so you can’t wear them anymore. I made these clothes in the town not long ago, and I haven’t worn them yet. Don’t be disgusted with them. Just make do with them and catch up tomorrow. I washed and mended your clothes, and when you mend them, you can exchange them for your own."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Don't worry, I don't despise you."

Where he couldn't see, the man barely opened his eyelids and glanced at him again.