If you don't work hard to farm, you can only be a wealthy young grandmother

Chapter 183 The Police Are Here
The captain had already spoken, and even if the villagers had something to say, they could only shut up obediently.

But, after this time, many people will remember it deeply!
The old women in the village are naturally happy, after all, they didn't know that the law still has this guarantee for women.

Hmph, as long as my man dares to make a move in the future, he can't forget it like before, he has to call the police and send him to jail!

Especially after the police really came and handcuffed all three of them away. Many men who often beat their wives were so frightened that their legs went limp and they almost collapsed on the ground.

Of course, this is a story.

At this moment, the bullock cart was still rattling along the road.

Two beds of cotton wool were placed on the wooden boards, otherwise, on this rough road, people might be knocked over before they even reached the hospital.

Along the way, Xie Yan would call Xiaomei from time to time, and then wait for Xiaomei to respond.

It is okay if there is a response, which means that the human consciousness is still clear for the time being, and the vital signs are still there.

When it comes to first aid measures, Xie Yan is not very clear, she dare not use cloth, veil, paper and so on to stop the bleeding of the wound, and can only watch helplessly.

Fortunately, after such a while, the bleeding speed of Xiaomei's forehead was significantly slower, and the surface layer had begun to solidify and scab slightly.

The man driving the car knew very well that life-saving people were waiting in the car, so he drove the car much faster than usual.

Finally arrived at the commune health center, the uncle also hurriedly got out of the car to help Xie Yan and Dai Lili carry Xiaomei into the hospital.

"Doctor, doctor?"

Hearing the sound, the nurses in the health center took the lead to check. When they saw the patient's face covered with blood, they were also shocked, and then hurriedly said:

"Here, there is a cart here, put people on it first."

After finishing speaking, he ran to the doctor's office not far away:

"Doctor, there is an emergency patient." Shouted.

Soon, a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat ran out of the office, with a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses clamped on his face:
"Where is the patient?"

"Into the operating room."

Xie Yan, Dai Lili, and the uncle driving the ox cart were all stopped outside the operating room. They were all anxious, worried and nervous.

"Is there anything going on?" Dai Lili was very scared and murmured.

Xie Yan took a deep breath:
"There should be no problem, the doctor is here."

If you stay in the village all the time, then something will happen, big thing!

After all, Xiaomei was quite conscious along the way, if there was anything, she should have been unconscious at the time.

Dai Lili kept wiping her chest with her hands:

"It's okay, it's okay."

Xiaomei is only twelve or thirteen years old, a very good age, and she will have a long life in the future.

What is there really, so much regret?

After waiting for about half an hour, the police from the commune police station arrived.

Since everyone from the police station has come to the hospital, some people must have been taken away by the police.

The police briefly asked about the identities of the three of them, and then looked towards the operating room:

"People haven't come out yet?" asked.

Dai Lili shook her head again and again:
"No, I didn't come out."

When facing the police, Dai Lili was somewhat timid, mainly because she had never been in contact with the police before.

The man driving the ox cart is still waiting to pick up the man:
"Xiao Zhiqing, I have to go first. The people in the village market should be waiting. I will send them back."

Xie Yan suddenly remembered, yes, today is still the day to go to the market.

Father had already left the house early in the morning, but people like Xie Xiguo, who are used to thrift, don't know how to ride an ox cart, and walk to and fro.

But there are also some people who choose to make bullock carts, which are not expensive anyway.

(End of this chapter)