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Song Xiaofan's eyes were tightly closed, and he lay helplessly on the ground. Father Cheng sighed, "Who did this? It's so miserable!"

"Is it really Cheng Fei?" Thinking of his son's blood all over his body, his heart beat violently.

After watching for a long time, the injured man felt inexplicably familiar, but he was very sure that he had never seen this person before. Could it be that he was Cheng Fei's friend, but Cheng Fei's only friend was Song Xiaofan who looked like a young master, and he was not this ugly at all.

Could this be Cheng Fei's enemy? But why has Cheng Fei never mentioned it? What's more, this place is relatively remote and most people won't come here. Then why did Song Xiaofan come to the mountain? Was he ordered by someone?

With this half-dead look, there must be more air coming in and less air coming out. His heart was in his throat. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, a weak stream of hot air came out of the injured man's nostrils and warmed his fingers.

"Great, he's alive!" he exclaimed.

It was impossible to find Cheng Fei, not to mention whether he was in the unfinished building or not. Even if he was really there, if he went back and forth again, this old bone would fall apart. To put it bluntly, even if this old bone is fine, this person may not be able to survive until the doctor comes.

I heard that the signal in the mountains is poor, not bad at all. The biggest drawback is that he doesn’t have a mobile phone!

Cheng's father could only carry people outside the highway and ask for help.

He found a crutch by accident - it was the blood-stained wooden stick. He just carried the injured person on his back and stood up with the help of the wooden stick.

Song Xiaofan is tall and tall, weighing not only 100 pounds, but also 150 pounds. Cheng's father held Song Xiaofan's left arm tightly with his left hand, and leaning on the wooden stick in his right hand, he bent slightly and walked forward.

This movement is difficult for young people with little exercise to maintain, let alone an older person whose waist strength has deteriorated!

After a while, Song Xiaofan gradually slid backwards. He couldn't resist the force of falling backwards, and fell backwards with him.

"Ouch!" Father Cheng shouted, and hurriedly went around to check the back of the unconscious man's head, "Fortunately, there was no injury!"

There was only dirt, fallen leaves and small wooden sticks on the ground, which was not threatening. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he remembered the importance of the phone, "It would be great if I had a mobile phone. One phone call can make that bastard come over."

Cheng's father didn't dare to wait too long, so he lifted the person up like he was carrying a cement bag when he was young, but this time it was more difficult. "Hey, they say that you are too lazy to work after you are full, and this is not true at all!"

His legs were trembling and he almost fell back several times. He could only move him to a tree. He picked him up and pressed his back against the tree trunk. Finally, miraculously, he relied on the wooden stick to stabilize his falling body.

But after walking for a while, he accidentally fell forward and said, "This kid is so damn heavy!"

After walking for a long time, his back ached and his legs were numb.

We finally reached the road, but there were very few cars passing by. There was a highway outside, and he could only stand inside the guardrail and wait quietly.

He didn't know how long he waited, but finally a small white car passed by. He wanted to jump out, but he restrained this strong impulse. He waved his hands vigorously and shouted: "Good guys, stop the car! I have a seriously injured patient here."

But the car turned a corner and slipped away.

Father Cheng didn't understand. Why didn't the car stop? He looked left and right, and it turned out that this was a corner.

He gritted his teeth and moved the person to another place, and it took about half an hour to get there. That place is also close to the highway. There is also a guardrail, but outside the guardrail is a straight highway.

Before I could stop and take a breath, a black car rushed over from a distance. He shouted loudly, almost with all his strength: "Hey, good guys, stop the car. There is a seriously injured patient here."

The car opened a window, and a young man's head popped out. He shouted: "Where is it, let me take a look."

Before Father Cheng could answer, he had already stopped the car.

Cheng's father and the young man moved the people into the car together, "You should get in quickly!" Then he drove slowly without asking anything.

This was one of Cheng's father's few experiences of riding in a car. From time to time, there was a sweet fragrance in the car, which made him feel like he was in a fairy tale. He touched the leather seats and pulled on the elastic seat belts. , and then looked around curiously.

"Hey! Uncle, how come the people behind are so injured?" The young man could see Cheng's father's embarrassment, but he didn't say anything.

"This...I don't know either. I just saw it by chance." Father Cheng decided to hide it. "Where was this man unconscious?"

"Oh, at the bottom of the mountain. I carried him here."

The young man couldn't help but raise his thumb and praise: "Is a stranger worthy of your rescue? Aren't you tired?"

Father Cheng suddenly blushed when he thought that this was probably a good thing his son had done. But I could only brace myself and say: "Looking at what you said, then I can't just ignore it, right?"

"That's right." After the young man finished speaking, he drove seriously.

It took about four hours to reach Qingcheng First People's Hospital, which was quite a long journey. The young man ran into the hospital and asked a nurse to help move the unconscious Song Xiaofan into the hospital. A doctor came and asked about the basic situation, but Father Cheng just told the truth about what he saw and heard.

Doctors examined people, and nurses helped clean wounds.

"Two wounds from dog bites resulted in excessive blood loss and required blood transfusions and vaccinations. The head and face were injured and required a CT examination." After he finished speaking, he asked, "Which of you is a family member?"

Father Cheng and the young man shook their heads, "Neither."

"Who will pay?" The doctor only cares about this.

"I'll go." The young man took the initiative to pay the money, but then returned it.

Father Cheng was surprised, "I'll give you the travel expenses next time. My son's phone number is 1——"

The young man interrupted, "Uncle, how can I ask you for travel expenses? I'm afraid that the patient will have to undergo surgery and will have to pay the fee first." This sentence warmed people's hearts and did not expose Cheng's father's dilemma. At the same time, It also expresses love.

Cheng's father was a little moved and couldn't help but secretly sigh, "I wish I had such a good son!"

After the results came out, the patient's skull was slightly bruised and his scalp was split about 8 centimeters and required sutures. The injury was quite serious. Worried that this might involve a criminal case, she asked one of the nurses to call the police. The nurse called the police to Qingcheng City Police Station.

The doctor wanted to perform a suturing operation immediately, and the young man went to pay the money.

In a daze, Father Cheng asked the young man to borrow his cell phone, then went to a corner of the hospital where no one could hear him and dialed Cheng Fei's number. Since he knew his son's phone number by heart, the call was dialed quickly.

After the call was connected, he cursed: "Tell me honestly, did you harm this person?"

"Who?" Cheng Fei's pupils shrank.

"Still pretending? An ugly weirdo!"

Cheng Fei said with disgust and threat, "That's none of your business."

"If it was you who did it, I advise you to surrender now, otherwise you will be ruined for the rest of your life. He was seriously injured. I managed to drag him to the hospital. You see, several hours have passed now. Do the math." Father Cheng scolded, "Use your own brain and think about it!"

"What? Song - he's not dead?" Cheng Fei was surprised, but he was even more grateful. But since the person was sent to the hospital, Song Xiaofan was exposed. Even if he didn't report it to the police, he still couldn't save Song Xiaofan. Thinking of this, he felt less guilty.

Father Cheng was furious, "What? You still want to beat someone to death? What a crime!"

"It's none of your business, so stop talking!" Cheng Fei hung up the phone angrily.

Cheng's father was so angry that his lungs exploded.

The police finally came, Tong Ge and Zhu Lan.