Chapter 87 Snowy Night

Chapter 87 Snowy Night

In the dim house, a fire was burning in the fire pit, and the firelight illuminated the faces of the people in the house. The burning wood crackled, and black smoke drifted out through the hole in the wall.

The cold room finally got warm.

The man lying on the bed bit the cloth, sweat beads on his forehead. He was covered with two quilts, with one thigh exposed. The wound on the thigh was slightly turned outward, the blood had stopped, and the hideous red flesh was exposed.

His wounds were rinsed clean, disinfected with iodine, and sprinkled with Yunnan Baiyao.

Lin Youcai kept his eyes focused while holding the needle holder. He carefully passed the suture needle through the skin and flesh, and then gently pulled the thread to draw the tissues on both sides together. He tried his best to sew each stitch neatly. As the needle and thread shuttled back and forth, the wound gradually closed, and the originally hideous wound became smooth.

On the cold snowy night, sweat was oozing from Lin Youcai's forehead. Lin Xianwen stood beside him, lighting the way for his father with a flashlight. He took out a small towel that he had pinned to his belt in advance and reached out to wipe his sweat.

Lin Youcai's eyes were firm, and his hands did not tremble at all until the wound was sutured. After the wound was sutured, he carefully checked the wound to make sure there was no problem, picked up a clean linen cloth, and bandaged the thigh.

In such a harsh environment, they tried their best to save everyone, doing their best and leaving the rest to God.

Lin Youcai gently lifted Zhao Xi's thigh and covered him with a quilt. In this cold season, injured people should pay more attention to keeping warm.

Li Juhua raised her sleeves and wiped her face carelessly. She took the towel from the third son Zhao Xi's mouth, wiped the sweat off his face, and said with sobs, "Son, do you want some water? Mother will bring you some water."

Zhao Xi nodded gently and pursed her pale and chapped lips.

Daya squatted by the fire pit, picked up a wooden spoon and reached into the pottery pot in the fire pit, scooped up the boiling water into the pottery bowl. She stood up, took the small wooden spoon and put it into the bowl, then walked towards Old Lady Wu in the other room.

Old Mrs. Wu held the pottery jar and scooped out half a spoonful of sugar and half a spoonful of salt and put them into the bowl. Daya picked up the wooden spoon and stirred until it melted, then walked back and gave it to Li Juhua, "Auntie, the water is ready, I put sugar and salt in it."

Li Juhua nodded, sniffed, took the bowl, picked up the small wooden spoon to scoop up the hot water and blew it to cool it down. Zhao Zhuang held his brother's head and shoulders so that he could drink the water.

Lin Lizheng's old wife, Old Lady Wu, was in charge of salt, sugar and grain, and asked the daughters-in-law to cook millet porridge, to which she specially added salt and sugar, as dinner for the people who were injured today.

Tonight, everyone had a big pot of porridge for dinner. Everyone divided the work: lighting the fire, carrying firewood, fetching water, boiling water, cooking dinner, treating wounds, and taking care of the injured... We just cleaned the house a little bit to make do for the night.

These grains, salt and sugar were bought with the money from selling candles. I set some aside just in case, but I didn't expect to use them so soon.

Lin Lizheng and his eldest son braved the snow and looked at the five courtyards. There were three courtyards for men and two courtyards for women, and they all squeezed in.

Lin Lizheng was puzzled and asked, "Why is there no kang in the house? Did you smash the kang when you left?"

Lin Benshu frowned, "Isn't it hard to smash the kang? Why would you smash the kang when you're fleeing? There's no rotten kang in the house! There's no mud!"

Lin Lizheng looked at the white ground and wrapped his clothes tightly, "Let's go back and talk about it in the morning."

Lin Zisu handed the flashlight to her cousin Qiuyue, rubbed her arms, her hands were sore from lifting them, rubbed her rumbling stomach, sighed again, and sat down by the fire to rest for a while.

Shen Xianglan carefully passed the suture needle through the edge of the wound, and then used tweezers to pull the thread tight. She was extremely careful with each stitch, worried that the wound would not heal well or split open, which would be even more troublesome to sew again.

Those who only had minor wounds helped each other wash them and apply iodine to disinfect them. For wounds that required stitches, they took turns to get stitches according to the severity of the wounds.

A family of four would have to work until dawn, so Lin Zisu suggested that women who are good at needlework join in.

At first, the women were afraid to take action and just shook their heads and waved their hands.

Shen Xianglan asked three times in a heart-wrenching tone: "If a family member is injured, are we just going to watch him die without his wounds healing?

Whether it was the last robbery or the robbery this time, this kind of thing will happen again in the future, and injuries and bleeding are inevitable. Whether it is family members or yourself, you may be injured, so what should you do? Wait for others to rescue you?

You look at me to save you, and I look at you to save me, are we just glaring at each other?"

Old Lady Wang curled her lips and rolled her eyes at everyone: "It is my fourth son and his wife who are so generous that they let you learn a life-saving skill! If we hadn't been on the run and had no other options, you wouldn't have been able to find a way to learn even if you spent all your money!"

At around 12 o'clock in the morning, everyone finally had dinner and a midnight snack.

After eating, they took turns to take care of the injured, those on night duty took turns to guard, and those who could rest quickly rested.

For wounds that have not been treated, continue to rinse, disinfect and suture them.

The supply of trauma medicine is visibly decreasing, so we can only save it as much as possible.

When one can only protect himself, a stranger on the road can still be so cruel as not to rescue him, but it is impossible for the villagers who have shared life and death with him along the way not to rescue him.

The family of four all regretted that they did not buy medicine when they were in Dazhao City and only focused on buying food.

Next time I go into town, I'll have to buy some medicine to replenish my medical kit.

The snow is still falling outside, covering the ground.

It was past two o'clock in the morning when the last wound was finally sewn. Shen Xianglan straightened up and Lin Zisu hurriedly gave her a massage and rubbed her waist.

After packing up his belongings, Lin Youcai carried the medical kit and took the mother and daughter to the RV outside the yard.

The ground is covered with white snow, but you can see the road clearly without turning on the flashlight.

The women in the RV were already snoring in their sleep. Lin Zisu took a deep breath of the cold air, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it into the air, looking at the sky and watching the snowflakes fall.

The mother and daughter went into the RV, washed their hands and faces, took off their coats and trousers and threw them on the driver's seat, climbed onto the small bed and fell asleep.

In a daze, I seemed to hear someone knocking on the door and talking outside the car.

Lin Zisu opened one eye, but everything was still pitch black. Was it an illusion? She closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

Old Lady Wang sat up, frowned, and called out, "Who is it?"

"Auntie Wang, I'm Wei Qinnan. My daughter is burning all over, and I want to ask Sister Shen for help." Wei Qinnan said in a low voice, her hands red from the cold, and she gently patted the straw mat outside the RV.

Old Lady Wang sighed, "Fourth daughter-in-law! Fourth daughter-in-law!"

Old Lady Ye patted her grandson sleeping beside her and coaxed him softly. She sat up and called towards the crib, "Xianglan! Xianglan? Xianglan~"

Lin Zisu turned over in a half-awake state, raised her hand and patted her mother on the back and shouted, "Mom, it's dawn, grandma is calling you..."

Wei Qiniang had to raise her voice a little, "Sister Shen, please help me, my daughter is burning hot, I wiped her body, but it still won't go down!"

Cui He climbed up from the big bed and gently shook Shen Xianglan: "Auntie, Auntie, Auntie wake up..."

Lin Zisu suddenly woke up, "What's wrong! What's wrong!! What's wrong!!! What's wrong..." She quickly pulled out the knife from under the pillow with her right hand, squinted her eyes and looked around, "It's so dark!"

Cui He was so scared that she stepped back and almost bumped into the refrigerator door.

Lin Zisu reached out and turned on the small light, closed her eyes to adjust to the light, squinted at the watch on her hand, and looked at it twice in disbelief. It was past four in the morning... She had only slept for two hours...

Shen Xianglan was awakened by the light, "What's wrong? What are you arguing about?" Seeing her daughter holding a knife and standing on the crib, she immediately woke up, got up and asked, "Why are you holding a knife?"

Cui He: "...Aunt, someone is looking for you outside, saying that Daya is burning hot all over."

"Which Daya?" Shen Xianglan frowned and recalled that there were several girls named Daya in the team. . .

Cui He: "Aunt Wei's daughter Daya."

Shen Xianglan: “Oh.”

Lin Zisu exhaled, stuffed the knife back under the pillow, threw herself on the bed and continued to sleep, but suddenly woke up with a dizzy head and pain all over her body...

Shen Xianglan put on her coat and trousers, opened the passenger window, lifted the straw mat and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei Qinnan's eyes were red, "Sister Shen, please save my Daya." She said as she untied her hair.

Shen Xianglan: ???

After a while, Wei Qinnan took out a silver bracelet from her hair and handed it to her.