Traveling through the daily life of raising a family in ancient times

Chapter 97

"Are you okay! Where is the injury?" After seeing that everyone had left, Song Yeqing quickly ran to He Yanxin's side.

He Yanxin frowned, covered his left arm, and blood soon flowed out from the gap between his palms.

But seeing her coming, he still gave her a reassuring look, and his tone was even relaxed: "It's not a big deal, maybe you got a blood vessel."

Song Yeqing immediately took out the sofa from the space and asked him to sit down.At this time, it doesn't matter what is dirty or not.

"Be patient." She whispered.

First gave him Ling'e pills, then took out the scissors and cut off the clothes on the wound.

Bloody.It may be that the opponent's knife is a bit blunt, and the wound almost a palm long is not neat.

Fortunately, the blood had gradually stopped at this time, and Song Yeqing washed the wound with a headlamp on it.

"Father? Mother?" He Chengze's timid cry came from behind.

He Yanxin subconsciously covered the wound, and there was another burst of pain. "hiss…"

Song Yeqing turned down the light source of the headlight, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, with your back facing, they can't see."

The two brothers who were in the car shouted again: "Hey, it's cold outside. Mom and Dad will come up in a while, and Dabao will take his brother in and stay there, okay?"

I was already frightened tonight, so don't let the two see the bloody picture again.

Because of being crushed by people and snowing, the bonfire next to it is now only a small handful of flames.

The surrounding environment is still quite dark.

"Mom, I'm good, but I want to be outside." He Cheng didn't cry, but his voice was full of dependence and anxiety.

The fighting and screaming outside made them feel insecure, and now they want to see their parents with their own eyes.

"Hi..." Song Chengsi burped. "Mother~ also." He meant to be outside too.

He still cried for a while just now, but he was quickly coaxed by He Chengze.

It has to be said that He Chengze, who is only over three years old, is indeed a good brother.

"Okay, can you take out the quilt and cover it?"

Song Yeqing sewed needles on He Yanxin while talking with them, without shaking his hands.

"Dabao, Xiaobao, dad will tell you a story."

He Yanxin was talking to them, which could be regarded as diverting his attention.

The anesthetic didn't take effect so quickly, and now there is still a bit of dense pain.

But he still maintained a steady tone, and began to talk about the Monkey King that he hadn't finished last time, even though his head was already covered with sweat.

After Song Yeqing sewed up the stitches and then applied the medicine to bind him up, he had to interrupt him.

Gently raised his arm and said, "You try to shake hands."

This is to see if it affects the grip ability.

He Yanxin tried it, and it was normal.And because the anesthetic works, there is no pain.

It was only now that Song Yeqing breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to add firewood to the bonfire.

"It will recover soon and there will be no sequelae."

He responded softly: "Of course I can rest assured of your medical skills."

There was still a lot of blood just now, He Yanxin would feel a little tired and lean back on the sofa, tired and cold.

But now he is still in the mood to tease her: "If you lose your hands, you will have to support me, you won't be able to plant land."

Song Yeqing covered him with a quilt, put on an umbrella to cover the snow, then walked to the carriage to see the two brothers, and turned around after hearing this.

Seriously said to him: "Yes."

He Yanxin was stunned for a moment, looking at the snow falling between her eyebrows, he felt that the scene was so beautiful that it was shocking.

"Don't think about it too much, it won't have any effect." Although it was true that he almost cut an important tendon.

After Song Yeqing finished speaking, she went to appease the child.

The emotions of the two brothers came and went quickly, and they were already drowsy against each other.

She got into the car and carried the two of them into the car one by one, patted the back a few times and fell asleep.

"I'll sleep outside tonight." Seeing her come out, He Yanxin said.

Now his clothes are full of blood, and it is not convenient to change clothes by himself, so he should deal with it outside for a night, waiting for dawn.

Song Yeqing didn't say a word, took out the alcohol stove and lit it, heated hot water, then put out the tent and started to set it up.

He Yanxin was also silent, only following her figure with his eyes.

After resting for a while, I felt relieved, so I stood up and planned to help.

He only hurt one hand, and he was only that weak after losing blood from the fight.

Unexpectedly, Song Yeqing yelled in a low voice after hearing the movement. "Sit down."

He Yanxin couldn't help showing a big smile behind her.Some enjoyed such care, so they really sat down again.

Next, with Song Yeqing's help, He Yanxin changed his clothes.

Of course, she just helped him take off his coat and put on his coat, and he took care of himself inside.

"Call me if you have anything to do." She looked at He Yanxin who was lying on the camp bed so that the bed looked petite.

"Go to sleep now."

"Okay." Back to the car.

When I woke up in the morning, the snow was still falling, and the ground was pure white.

The fire is out.

She got up again last night to see if He Yanxin had a fever halfway through.He didn't wake up and didn't have a fever.

He didn't wake up until she lit the fire again and cooked brown sugar, millet and jujube porridge.

"Morning~" The medicine on his face made it hard to tell what his complexion was like, but his lips were indeed a little pale.

"Morning, how do you feel?" Song Yeqing cast a glance at him, then put the sugar in his hand into the porridge.

After getting along for so long, she has almost figured out each other's taste.

Unlike her hot and sour taste, she likes sweets.

"It's much better." He Yanxin didn't come over, and arranged things there so that she could take back the space.

"I'll fix it later, you come and eat." Song Yeqing called him to stop, and set the bowl and spoon.

"It seems that my injury is healed, and I can also enjoy the treatment of stretching out my clothes and opening my mouth." He joked, and it was strange that he said it out of shape.

He Yanxin was still secretly regretting that it wasn't his right hand that was injured.Otherwise, he would have an excuse to let her feed him food and medicine.

I just want to say one thing to him: dreams have everything.

The two brothers woke up and saw that his hands were wrapped, so they naturally asked a lot out of concern.

"This is the symbol of a hero." He Yanxin coaxed them to divert their attention.

After packing up all the things and setting off, Song Yeqing came to drive the car, and He Yanxin accompanied the child in the car.

From time to time, bursts of laughter came from inside.

She was worried that this man would burst his wounds with laughter, so she had to ask a reminder before calming down.

The snowy scenery is very beautiful, but not so beautiful for people on the road.

After passing by a group of people who were shivering and still on their way, He Yanxin said to Song Yeqing who was driving:

"You take out some of my clothes and put them down."

The main reason is that there are a few children in the crowd who are wearing too thin.

I brought all the clothes of the original owner, some of them are summer clothes, but at least they can give people some warmth.

Song Yeqing was wearing a velvet hat and scarf, only her eyes were exposed, and she nodded upon hearing this.

Put the old clothes, including those of Mrs. Song and her two children, on the side of the road, leaving only the thick clothes she wore recently.

(End of this chapter)