Farmer's Home

Chapter 17
Saffron and Tibetan Pine looked at each other, they stood up and walked towards the big rock at the same time.

Saffron was just about to reach out to stop Tibetan Qingsong, fearing that he would be in danger in the past.Unexpectedly, Tibetan Qingsong was one step faster than her, and went to the front to stop her.

Tibetan Qingsong whispered to her elder sister: "Sister, don't go over there, I'll just go over and have a look by myself, just wait here."

When Saffron heard it, she was very moved.To meet such a good brother, she deserves it all the more!

"It's okay!" Saffron pulled him forward together.

The siblings walked behind the big rock and were stunned by the scene in front of them!
A tall and burly man with a beard on his face and a long robe and boots.There was blood all over his body, and he was lying on the ground with half an arrow stuck in his heart.

Saffron came to his senses first, and ran over to test his breathing, "He's still alive!" He raised his head and said to the Tibetan pine.

"Sister, what should I do?" Tibetan Qingsong was frightened and stood still.

Saffron was frightened when she saw him, and he was still a child after all.Say to him quickly: "Don't be afraid, it's all right. He's still alive."

"Sister, what should I do?" Tibetan Qingsong asked again.

Saffron briefly checked his injuries, and estimated that he had slipped from a height.A few scratches on the body, not serious.It's just that the arrow in the heart is more dangerous.

Then he raised his head and said to Tibetan Qingsong: "Go back to the village and find someone. Do you know who has a cart or something?"

Tibetan Qingsong didn't move, he stood where he was and asked, "Are you going to take him home?"

"Ok!"

Tibetan Qingsong hesitated, "Sister..."

Saffron took a look and said to him, "Hurry up!"

After hearing this, Tibetan Qingsong turned around and ran towards the village, not forgetting to shout: "Sister, I'll be back soon, Brother Da Zhuang has a cart at home."

At this time, Saffron carefully observed this person.With a beard and messy hair, he couldn't tell his age.Judging by his attire, he should not look like a very poor family.His face was pale, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his lips were pursed in extreme restraint.

Saffron tried to call him: "Hi, uncle!" It is probably at the level of an uncle, who the young man grows a beard!

Saffron patted his arm lightly and called to him, "Uncle, can you hear me?"

It seems that he is in a coma, but the scratches are okay.What about this arrow wound?This is in a corner, and the medical conditions are definitely not good.

Saffron thought of the spring water in her own space.Seeing that no one was coming, the idea entered the space.

The herbs in the space had already grown up, and the saffron quickly picked up some, quickly took a small container, and took a small bottle of mountain spring water.

When he came out, he put the herbs beside him, and fed him little by little spring water.After giving the man a few sips, he coughed a few times.The blood from the heart flowed out a lot, which startled Saffron.

"Slow down, slow down! You won't die from a serious injury, you won't die from a fall, don't let me feed you saliva and you'll die." Saffron complained beside her.

Then he picked up the hemostatic herb beside him, smashed it with two stones next to him, and placed it around the arrow wound.

While busy, he said: "I'll stop the bleeding for you first, the environment is relatively difficult, and I don't know if this will work. It would be fine if it were in modern times. Call 120 and everything is OK.

Let me tell you, these medicines are all good medicines, and the water you drink is divine spring water. " Saffron knew that he was unconscious, so she said brazenly beside him.

After finishing the work, I turned around and stood up to wash my hands at the spring, missing the moment when the people behind me opened their eyes...

(End of this chapter)