Chapter 1998
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"Okay, okay, okay. I won't rush you. You can do whatever you want, as long as you're happy." Qian Chunxiu only felt sorry for Ma Xiaofeng. She knew that with her daughter's current condition, it would not be easy for her to find a good man.
She just hoped that a miracle would happen in the future.
The mother and daughter chatted for a while before entering the house.
As for Zhao Wenshui, he lay on the ground for a long time without seeing anyone pass by.
What the hell? Was there no one walking around the village at this time? Why was there not even a shadow of a ghost? It was really strange.
Unfortunately, the pain in his body had only dissipated a little. Not only was his arm dislocated, but when he rolled up his trousers, he saw that the skin on his leg was also scraped. No wonder he could not get up despite the pain.
Just as Zhao Wenshui was heartbroken and wanted to curse the heavens again, Zhao Ping passed by the roadside with a load of firewood.
Zhao Wenshui saw Zhao Ping from afar and shouted excitedly, "Zhao Ping, Zhao Ping!"
His voice was still a little sluggish. Because he spoke in a hurry, saliva mixed with blood spurted out of Zhao Wenshui's mouth.
Zhao Ping looked up and saw Zhao Ping on the ground.
Because a tooth was knocked out, Zhao Wenshui's face was covered in blood. He looked like he had suffered a lot.
Zhao Ping's heart tightened. He rushed to Zhao Wenshui and asked Zhao Wenshui, "Brother Wenshui, what happened to you? Did someone beat you up? "
Zhao Wenshui put on a bitter face and said sadly, "It's not …"
"Then what happened? You're hurt like this! "Zhao Ping asked.
"…" Zhao Wenshui did not know how to answer for a moment. If he said that he accidentally fell down, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?
There was no one in the entire village like him who could make someone fall so miserably while walking.
If word got out, people would probably laugh at him for having eyes on the top of his head. Or perhaps he was blind and had wasted his eyes.
Zhao Wenshui quickly changed the topic and begged Zhao Wenshui, "It's nothing … Zhao Ping, I'm in so much pain that I can't get up, and my hand is dislocated. Can you send me back?"
Zhao Ping hurriedly replied, "Good, good, good. Brother Wenshui, I'm coming!"
With that, Zhao Ping helped Zhao Wenshui up from the ground.
He accidentally touched Zhao Wenshui's arm, and Zhao Wenshui screamed in pain.
"Zhao Ping, be gentle. You're hurting me."
Zhao Ping said somewhat embarrassedly, "That … Brother Wenshui, I'm sorry. I didn't notice that I was a bit heavy-handed. Are you alright?"
"I'm about to die from the pain, how can I be fine!" Zhao Wenshui complained, feeling that Zhao Ping was doing it on purpose.
He clearly saw that he was injured like this. Why couldn't he be gentler? Why did he have to be so forceful?
"Brother Wenshui, just bear with it. You'll be fine after we call a doctor to check on you," Zhao Ping comforted him.
However, Zhao Wenshui's reaction was a bit too exaggerated.
He was a grown man. If he was injured, so be it. There was no need to open his mouth and complain about the pain.
He saw that many men's arms were broken, but they did not make a sound.
"What bad luck …" Zhao Wenshui muttered a few words and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Ping had to help Zhao Wenshui walk, but he also had to be careful not to hurt him. The two of them moved very slowly, and it took a while for them to reach Old Zhao's courtyard.
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