"Okay, okay, Mom won't rush you, you can do whatever you want, as long as you are happy." Qian Chunxiu just felt sorry for Ma Xiaofeng. He knew that it was not easy for this girl to find a good one with her current conditions.
I just hope that a miracle will happen in the future.
The mother and daughter chatted for a while and then went into the house.
As for Zhao Wenshui, he lay on the ground for a long time without seeing anyone passing by.
Damn it, is there no one walking around the village right now? Why didn't you see even a shadow of a ghost? It's really strange.
Unfortunately, the pain on his body had just dissipated a little. Not only was his arm dislocated, but when he lifted up his trouser legs, he saw that the skin on his legs was also torn. No wonder the pain was so severe that he couldn't get up.
When Zhao Wenshui was heartbroken and wanted to curse God secretly, Zhao Ping passed by the roadside carrying a load of firewood.
Zhao Wenshui saw Zhao Ping from a distance and shouted excitedly, "Zhao Ping, Zhao Ping!"
There was still some leakage in his words, because he spoke in a hurry, and his saliva was covered in blood, and all of it spurted out of Zhao Wenshui's mouth at once.
As soon as Zhao Ping raised his head, he saw Zhao Ping on the ground.
Because he knocked out a tooth, Zhao Wenshui's face was now covered in blood, as if he had endured a great ordeal.
Zhao Ping's heart tightened, and he rushed to Zhao Wenshui and asked, "Brother Wenshui, what's wrong with you? Have you been beaten?"
Zhao Wenshui made a sad face and said, "No..."
"What happened? You're all hurt like this!" Zhao Ping asked.
"..." Zhao Wenshui didn't know how to answer for a moment. If he said that he fell accidentally, it would probably be more embarrassing, right
There is no one like him in the whole village who can knock someone down so badly just by walking.
If he tells it, others will probably laugh at him because his eyes are on top of his head. Or he is blind and has one pair of eyes in vain.
"It's okay... Zhao Ping, I'm on the ground in so much pain that I can't get up, and my hand is dislocated. Can you take me back?" Zhao Wenshui quickly changed the subject and begged Zhao Wenshui.
Zhao Ping responded quickly, "Okay, okay, Brother Wenshui, I'm here!"
With that said, Zhao Ping helped Zhao Wenshui up from the ground.
By accident, he touched Zhao Wenshui's arm, and Zhao Wenshui screamed in pain several times.
"Zhao Ping, please be gentle, it hurts me."
Zhao Ping said a little embarrassed, "Um...Brother Wenshui, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention and I hit a bit hard. Are you okay?"
"It hurts so much, how can I be okay?" Zhao Wenshui complained, feeling that Zhao Ping did this on purpose.
We have obviously seen that he was injured like this, why can't we be gentler and have to use more force
"Brother Wenshui, if you bear with me a little longer, just call a doctor to come over and take a look at you." Zhao Ping comforted him.
However, Zhao Wenshui's reaction was still a bit exaggerated.
If you're a grown man, just let it be hurt. There's no need to open your mouth wide and scream about the pain.
He saw that many men had broken arms and did not say anything or make any noise.
"What bad luck..." Zhao Wenshui mumbled something, sucked a mouthful of blood and spit it out.
Zhao Ping had to help Zhao Wenshui walk while being careful not to hurt him. The two of them tossed very slowly, and it took them a while to reach the yard of Lao Zhao's house.
At this time, there were several people standing in the yard, including Zhao Yuner.