Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 1
A small village shrouded in darkness.

"Ahem..." There was a suppressed coughing sound from behind the broken wall.

"Who? Who's there?" The woman who had just walked to the door was startled unexpectedly, her face turned pale, "You...you come out!"

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Half a minute passed, and Song Xiaoya's hand holding the mobile phone's light was a little sore, but there was no sound from the broken wall.

The coughing sound just now cannot possibly be a cat or a dog!
Song Xiaoya stroked her chest with her hand, and bravely approached cautiously, and faintly heard a faint and deep breathing.

Turning around a few steps to check carefully, with the light from the phone, she was sure that there was a person lying in front of her, a man!
The suit the man was wearing was already wrinkled, and the white shirt turned dark red, as if it had been stained with something sticky, and his face was also stained with mud, so he couldn't see what he looked like.

A faint smell of blood wafted over and permeated the air, Song Xiaoya couldn't help wrinkling her nose.

Her intuition told her that the man was hurt, and badly.

This is a small village in the countryside, far away from the city. Song Xiaoya's grandmother lives here, so she will come here regularly. She never expected to encounter such a scary thing today.

With courage, she reached out and pulled some motionless men, and the warmth of the men made her feel a little relieved.

still alive.

Pushing aside the man's sweat-soaked hair, there were some red blood stains on his face. He looked about 20 years old, about the same age as her, but how could he be hurt like this?
In this remote countryside, and it was very late at night, it was too late to send him to the hospital.

Song Xiaoya hesitated for a moment, and decided to be a good man to the end, first to see how his injury was doing.

Grabbing his arms, using both hands and feet, exhausting all his strength, he dragged the tall man in front of him into the room. Song Xiaoya was so tired that she almost couldn't stand up.

The place where my grandmother lives is very simple. Fortunately, my grandmother used to be an old Chinese medicine doctor. Even now, she often helps the neighbors in the village to see a doctor and get medicine. The family also has some accumulated Chinese and Western medicines.

Song Xiaoya didn't have time to rest, she laid the man down, then untied his clothes, and began to seriously examine the injury.

Growing up in such a family, Song Xiaoya also knew some simple medical knowledge under the influence of her ears and eyes. At this moment, she recognized at a glance that this man had suffered a gunshot wound.

She was a little scared, but saving people was the most important thing. Seeing him bleeding so much, Song Xiaoya was really afraid that he would die in her own room.

The location of the wound is on the chest, which is troublesome, she is not a surgeon, and this is not a ward, what should I do?
It doesn't matter, stop the bleeding first, and then think of a way, she can only do this at the moment.

After rummaging through the box, I found out grandma's hemostatic medicine, and poured a thick layer on the man's wound. I guess grandma will feel distressed when she sees it.

After the hemostatic medicine was sprinkled on the wound, the man frowned, and let out a weak groan in his nostrils, as if the wound had been stabbed.

Song Xiaoya didn't notice that the man had slowly opened his eyes, seeing Song Xiaoya who was 'busy' on her body, a strangeness flashed in his deep pupils.

"Go away, don't touch me!" The man squeezed out a few words from his throat, then raised his hand vigorously and pushed Song Xiaoya aside.

"Hey, I'm helping you stop the bleeding." Song Xiaoya was taken aback by being pushed away suddenly, this man... is so rude!
"I don't need it." The man said coldly.

"Why don't you need it? I'll stop the bleeding for you first, and then call an ambulance for you, or..." Song Xiaoya looked serious. Although this person has a bad attitude, saving a life is better than creating a seven-level Where is the Buddha!

Assholes are people too, right?

"Jiang Hai sent you here, right?" The man turned his head, but clenched his hands vigilantly, as if guarding against an enemy.

"What rivers and lakes?" Song Xiaoya thought he was talking to himself, and was busy arranging the scattered medicine, "Don't move around, the wound will open and bleed again."

Song Xiaoya put the hemostatic medicine in her hand beside the man, gave some advice, and then went to look in grandma's cabinet to see if there were any other medicines that could be used.

The man sat up sideways, frowned, and then glanced down at the wound on his body. A thick layer of hemostatic powder had already taken effect, and the wound did not bleed out anymore.

It seemed that she was not malicious, she really saved herself.

He raised his head, his deep eyes were cloudy and cloudy, and he looked at the girl not far away who was looking for medicine in the cabinet with her back turned to him. He didn't know what was going on in his heart.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the yard outside the door, approaching from far away.

It sounds like there is more than one person.

Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of the door, and the people at the door muttered something in a low voice, and then began to knock on the door.

bang bang bang~
"Is anyone there?" The voice of the man outside the door came in, a bit probing and a bit guarded.

(End of this chapter)