Martial Arts: Start by Obtaining the Wild World

Chapter 50 0050 Going crazy; injured!

As the casualties on both sides began to increase, Cheng Zongyang wiped the scarlet blood from his face.

He frowned. If they continued killing like this, everyone in Jinqiao Village would die here!

It is foolish to fight in this way to risk one's life.

"Back off!!"

Cheng Zongyang yelled at everyone.

But those people didn't hear what Cheng Zongyang said, they were already furious, and there was only one thought in their minds - that was to beat these refugees to death.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Zongyang immediately stepped back, scanned the crowd, and rushed over when he saw Li Ming and Chen Dashan working together to kill the refugees.

“Uncle Ming, Uncle Dashan!” Cheng Zongyang held them back and shouted, “Take the people and retreat first. If we continue to fight, we will kill them all!”

After being yelled at by Cheng Zongyang, they both came to their senses.

Now, they hurriedly looked around and found that many of their tribesmen had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, Cheng Zongyang swung his sword to the right, cutting the long stick in the hand of a refugee who was about to launch a sneak attack into two pieces. Then he swept the sword horizontally, and the opponent's neck fell off directly, and blood spurted several feet high!
This horrifying scene instantly frightened the people who were fighting frantically nearby.

"Quick, take your men back! Save them!" Seeing this, Cheng Zongyang yelled at them again.

At this point, Li Ming and Chen Dashan began to hold back the tribesmen who were going crazy, and yelled at them:

"Stop fighting, save people and retreat!!"

"Retreat first and save people!!"

"Zhu Zi, do you want to chop me down? Wake up and back off!!"

"..."

Cheng Zongyang continued to swing his sword to kill the refugees who were still chasing him.

Gradually, more and more villagers regained their senses, and while trembling all over, they began to cooperate with others in carrying the injured.

Similarly, the refugees who were also beaten gradually regained their senses and began to gather again.

There was no fighting, and suddenly a large number of refugees and villagers collapsed on the ground powerlessly, their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled, they were sweating profusely, and some even started to retch.

When Cheng Zongyang saw that the two sides separated, leaving only the wounded and dead on the ground, he immediately retreated and returned to the crowd.

"Yang'er, are you injured? Let daddy see where you are hurt!"

Cheng Guanghai, who had run out of arrows and was fighting the refugees in close combat, also ran over at this time. Looking at his son covered in blood, his face was anxious.

"Dad, I'm fine, it's someone else's blood." Cheng Zongyang immediately comforted him and opened his clothes.

Seeing that there were no wounds, Cheng Guanghai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, with his left hand covering his left waist.

Cheng Zongyang then discovered that his father's body was also stained with a lot of blood, especially the area around his left waist where blood was seeping out.

He checked it quickly.

As a result, I saw a wound on my father's waist, which was still bleeding.

"Hurry, go home!"

Cheng Zongyang was shocked, and regardless of his father's attempts to stop him, he picked up his powerless father and ran home, not caring about the people outside.

These people are none of his business, family is the most important thing!
"Uncle, uncle, open the door!" Cheng Zongyang knocked on the door and shouted.

Zhou Hansong, who had been guarding the door, heard the sound and quickly opened the door bolt. He saw two people covered in blood.

Without waiting for them to ask nervously, Cheng Zongyang took the lead and said:
"I'm fine, my father is injured. Come on, let my mother get my medicine box. My mother knows where it is!"

Cheng Zongyang continued walking towards the main room.

Zhou Hansong immediately ran into the main room, and Zhou Hanchang closed the door.

The elderly, the weak, women and children in the house were all hiding in the inner room.

Hearing the noise outside, the two old men and several women came out quickly, but the children refused to give in.

Seeing the father and son covered in blood in the yard, Cheng Zhou's face turned pale instantly and her whole body went limp.

Zhou Ye and Zhou Xu, who were also terrified, quickly supported him to prevent him from falling. "Quick, sister, get the medicine box, my brother-in-law is injured!" Zhou Hansong ran over immediately.

"Mom, get some medicine! I'm fine, Dad was injured, get my medicine box out." Cheng Zongyang also shouted.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhou felt relieved a little. She held back her tears, forced herself to support her weak body, and hurried to the inner room where her son lived.

In the main room, Cheng Guanghai had his shirt taken off and was asked by Cheng Zongyang to lie on his side on a bench, revealing a palm-sized wound with flesh turned outward.

"Uncle, please get me a basin of water." Cheng Zongyang shouted without turning his head.

"it is good!"

Soon, Cheng Zhou came quickly to where her son was, holding a wooden box.

After seeing the blood gushing from the wound on the child's father's waist, Cheng Zhou could no longer hold back her tears. She covered her mouth and sobbed, not daring to cry out loud for fear of disturbing her son.

Cheng Zongyang ignored his mother's mood and quickly opened the wooden box, saying:
"Mom, go make some brown sugar water!"

"well!"

"I'll help too." Zhou Ye said hurriedly, worried that something might happen to her sister-in-law. Zhou Xu also hurried over.

Cheng Zongyang took a quick look and saw that the half-meter square box was filled with bottles and jars.

Soon, Zhou Hansong brought in a basin of water.

Cheng Zongyang did not hesitate and immediately washed his hands. After washing the blood off his hands, he took out a small wine jar that was sealed and well-protected from the box.

The alcohol inside was his homemade alcohol, which he had purified several times from ordinary wine. There was still about a pound left.

Cheng Zongyang washed his hands with alcohol, disinfected the sewing needle and thread, handed a piece of cloth to his father, and said:
"Dad, same old thing!"

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Cheng Guanghai nodded weakly with a pale face: "I know. Let's get started."

This is not the first time.

As he said this, he took a deep breath and bit the strip of cloth.

This scene made Zhou Hansong and his family stunned. They didn't know what was going on.

Here, Cheng Zongyang no longer hesitated and gently sprayed some alcohol on the wound to clean it.

Without iodine, this is the only way to disinfect.

"Um!!!!"

A low and long groan came from Cheng Guanghai's mouth, and his body suddenly tensed up and trembled all over.

He held on to the edge of the chair tightly with both hands, and his fingers turned white from excessive force.

pain!
It's such a heart-wrenching pain!

Because he had been beaten and then killed someone, coupled with the multiple mental and physical stress caused by blood loss, Cheng Guanghai could not hold on and fainted.

Cheng Zongyang had already started working at this time. After finding no foreign objects, he sutured and then stopped the bleeding.

It was a good thing that his father fainted, otherwise the stimulation of alcohol and the pain from stitches would be unbearable for a human being.

The needle is a sewing needle, made by a blacksmith shop.

As a hunter who often goes into the mountains, injuries are common. He would naturally have something like this in reserve.

Even his sewing technique was trained by using live prey.

Although it's not very professional, the suture and bleeding are still good. There is no problem even if the stitches are removed later.

He also tried to make sutures with sausage casings, but it was difficult, so he used normal sewing thread, but removing the stitches would be more painful.

As for hemostatic drugs, his second uncle had plenty of them at home, and the effect was also very good.

As the unprofessional but passable stitches were performed, the horrific wound gradually healed and the bleeding decreased.

As the suture was completed, Cheng Zongyang immediately took a bottle of hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on the wound.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, there was a fierce knock on the door.

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