After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

There were two people accompanying the old man, namely his assistant and the doctor. After all, as we get older, the assistant and the doctor must stay together.

The car that turned back was not enough for Wen Zhi, so Wen Zhi had to take another car.

Before getting into the car, the old man reminded Wen Zhi again and again: "Go and take care of the wound on your hand."

Wen Zhi said yes, but after the old man's car drove away, she immediately got into another car.

"Follow the car in front, all the way."

The wound wasn't serious enough to require medical attention, so she ignored it.

Nearly half an hour later, the car in front suddenly stopped halfway. Wen Zhi had a bad feeling in his heart and immediately called the driver: "Stop."

The car stopped steadily, Wen Zhi opened the door and got out, then walked quickly towards the car in front.

"What's going on?" Wen Zhi slapped the car window.

There was no movement in the car.

Wen Zhi was anxious and pulled the door handle directly.

The door lock was not unlocked, so she pulled it a few times. There was quite a lot of movement, and the driver in front realized that there was someone outside the door, so he unlocked the door.

Wen Zhi was able to open the car door.

When he opened the door, Wen Zhi saw the old man lying on his back with a bruised face and shortness of breath. The wrinkled hand clutched the doctor's hand tightly, trying to think of something to say. The situation was very critical.

The assistant hugged the old man and couldn't free his hands. The doctor had to open the medicine box with one hand and quickly rummaged through it.

It's hard to operate with one hand, so I can't find it.

Seeing this, Wen Zhi leaned forward and asked calmly: "What are you looking for? I'll come."

The doctor told the name of the oral medicine. Wen Zhi wrote it down and immediately helped to search for it.

Under this situation, she was calm enough, and she moved in an orderly manner when rummaging around, and soon found the oral medicine the doctor had mentioned.

"Is that this one?" Wen Zhi handed it over.

The doctor glanced at Wen Zhi, with a hint of surprise evident in his eyes, and then said, "The tools to be opened are in the top compartment of the medicine box."

Wen Zhi nodded, quickly found the tool for prescribing oral medicine, opened it and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor took it and said, "Please help me open the old man's hand."

Wen Zhi looked down at the doctor's arm. Because the old man held it too tightly, the blood in that hand had swollen and turned purple.

"Raise your hand." Wen Zhi said.

The doctor cooperated, Wen Zhi held the old man's hand, and then quickly opened the old man's hand with skill.

But the next second, the old man grabbed Wen Zhi's wrist again, and the doctor's expression changed slightly: "Hurry and open it, it hurts."

Wen Zhi shook his head: "It's okay. Give me the medicine quickly."

She endured the pain from her hand bones and watched the doctor feed the crucial oral medicine into the old man's mouth bit by bit.

The doctor's psychological quality was very high, his hands did not shake, and he fed the entire bottle of oral medicine into the old man's mouth without spilling any.

What follows is a long wait.

The old man's condition did not stabilize immediately. This oral medicine was taken according to the old man's condition, but nothing is absolute, especially since the old man is already this old.

At this moment, no one in the car dared to breathe heavily.

Wen Zhi was so nervous that he ignored the pain in his arm.

As time passed by, the old man's rapid breathing slowly calmed down, and his complexion also improved.

The doctor listened to the old man's heartbeat. After listening, his expression was obviously less nervous than before, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It has stabilized for the time being. After a few more minutes, the old man should be able to regain consciousness," the doctor said.

Wen Zhi lowered his head and sighed, it was okay.

After calming down, she asked: "Grandpa, is this sudden situation?"

The doctor explained: "Today's situation was really sudden. The old lady has always been in good condition. I measured the old lady's blood pressure before leaving from the airport. It was still stable. It was just after I made a call there that his blood pressure suddenly spiked."

Wen Zhi asked: "Who answered the call over there?"

Doctor: "Tajigul."

Wen Zhi closed his eyes and sighed.

At this time, the assistant next to him asked weakly: "Ms. Wen, your hands..."

As soon as these words came out, the doctor immediately looked at Wen Zhi's hand: "Miss Wen, your hand is already congested and the wound is bleeding. Quickly, open the old man's hand."

If the little assistant hadn't reminded her, Wen Zhi would have ignored the fact that her hand was still clutched. No wonder she felt very uncomfortable, and her arm was so numb that it didn't feel like it was her own.

She looked at her hands and tried to open them slowly.

But she didn't know that she couldn't use any skill to break it off, and it would be useless.

She gave up: "It won't do anything if I hold him for a while. I'll let him go when he regains consciousness."

"But your hand..." The doctor hesitated, as the scabbed wound began to ooze blood again. Wen Zhi wiped it with his sleeve: "It's okay."

The doctor turned away and looked at the assistant, and in the end neither of them spoke.

After a few minutes, the old man slowly regained consciousness. Wen Zhi was very worried, but he was afraid that the old man would be bored hearing his voice, so he had to stay silent and move a little further.

But the old man still held his arm tightly and didn't let go.

The doctor asked the old man if he felt any discomfort.

The old man calmed down for a while and motioned to his assistant to help him sit up.

After sitting firmly, the old man noticed Wen Zhi's presence. Wen Zhi immediately lowered his head. The old man did not get angry as everyone expected, but just asked: "Why are you here."

Wen Zhi heard the old man's calm tone and looked up at him.

The old man was still breathing a little heavily at this moment, and although his complexion had improved a lot, it was still a little different than usual.

Running all the way is very draining of energy, especially when he is still in a state of high worry, and the Iron Man cannot withstand the abuse.

When the old man saw that Wen Zhi was silent, he said, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Just keep walking."

After saying that, he waved his hand to Wen Zhi.

Unconsciously at first, when he waved his hand, he discovered whose hand he was holding. The old man lowered his head, and his sight was shocking.

"Your hand?" The old man quickly let go.

After his almost numb hand was freed, Wen Zhi immediately retracted and hid behind his back, and said with a natural expression: "Grandpa, you are feeling better now. I will go back to the car first."

She turned to leave.

The old man suddenly stopped her: "Wait!"

Wen Zhi turned around, and now the old man also saw the blood stains on Wen Zhi's sleeves. The old man pointed with a trembling hand: "You didn't go to the hospital to treat the injury on your hand?"

"The minor injury was really unnecessary, so I left it alone," she explained.

"Nonsense!"

The old man was angry.

Wen Zhi was worried about the old man's health and said quickly: "Don't be angry. You can't be angry now. I'll leave right away."

The old man said: "I'm not driving you away. You have to take care of your own body and your hand. Is it hurting from my grip?"

Wen Zhi immediately shook his head: "No."

The old man turned to the doctor and asked, "Tell me."

The doctor would not hide anything in front of the old man, and directly told the old man everything that had just happened.

It was useless for Wen Zhi to stop him.

After listening to this, the old man looked at Wen Zhi again with a guilty look on his face: "Your hand still hurts, right?"

Wen Zhi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt. My skin is strong and I will recover in a while."

The old man didn't know what to say for a moment, and his complicated expression made it impossible to tell what he was feeling at this time.

In the end, the old man forced the assistant to go back to the car behind him, and then left Wen Zhi in the car. Wen Zhi declined at first, but the old man's intransigence attitude made Wen Zhi stay.

While driving, the doctor treated the wound on Wen Zhi's arm.

"Ms. Wen, please be patient, I'll disinfect the wound first," the doctor said.

Wen Zhi gritted his teeth and nodded.

The old man watched the whole process, and Wen Zhi remained silent, obviously in terrible pain.

After finishing the matter, the old man slowly spoke: "You are quite a strong girl, just like He Xing."

Wen Zhi was slightly startled when she heard this, and turned to look at the old man.

The old man looked embarrassed and turned away and stopped talking.

It was an hour and a half drive to the Red House, but this time it was extended by half an hour just because of an emergency on the way.

After arriving, Wen Zhi got out of the car with him, but didn't follow him in. She just stood there, wanting to wait for the old man to go in before going in.

The old man was helped a few meters away, only to realize that Wen Zhi had not followed. He turned around and saw Wen Zhi standing there stupidly, and immediately shouted: "What are you doing there?"

Wen Zhi thought that even if he stood here, he would be in the old man's eyes, so he quickly turned around and walked to the other side.

When the old man saw this, he was anxious and angry, and asked in a loud voice: "Where are you going again?"

Wen Zhi turned around: "I..."

The old man waved: "Come here and go in with me."

After hearing this, Wen Zhi's expression was a little dull. It wasn't until the old man shouted a second time that she belatedly walked over there.

When she approached the old man, she saw him saying with a straight face but a gentle tone: "Follow me in and don't run around. I don't have the energy to look for you now."

Wen Zhi nodded without knowing why.