Chapter 175 The wound is bleeding again
Chapter 175 The wound is bleeding again
"Qiaoqiao, hurry up and get the first-aid kit from the car!"
As Lu Mingxuan shouted, Song Qiao ran towards the car.
"Here it is!"
Song Qiao looked at Tong Yao in Lu Mingxuan's arms, her heart pounding with anxiety: "How is she?"
Tong Yao fell and hit her head, possibly causing a concussion and falling into a coma. Lu Mingxuan picked her up, first bandaging the wound on her head, and was about to carry her to his car when the ambulance arrived.
Three medical personnel got out of the ambulance. Upon seeing this, Lu Mingxuan hurriedly said, "Hurry! The adult is badly injured, and the child is unconscious."
The doctor glanced at the first-aid kit on the ground and asked, "Are you a doctor?"
"I am a doctor at Jiangcheng Hospital."
Only after hearing this did Lu Mingxuan realize that he had already resigned.
The doctor first carried Wang Cuihua to the car, and during this time Lu Mingxuan also came to the car carrying Tong Yao.
"Qiaoqiao, come up here too."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao hurriedly ran over.
The ambulance arrived at the town's health center quickly, and when it stopped, a nurse was already waiting there.
"Quickly save the adults, the child is not in serious condition."
Lu Mingxuan was holding Tong Yao just now and he felt her body move. She will wake up soon.
Sure enough, as soon as Lu Mingxuan finished speaking, Tong Yao opened her eyes: "Uncle Lu!"
Seeing that Tong Yao had woken up, Lu Mingxuan quickly asked, "Does your head still hurt?"
"pain!"
Seeing this, Song Qiao couldn't help but shed tears again: "Yao Yao, are you still dizzy?"
"faint!"
After hearing Tong Yao's words, she suddenly remembered that she and her mother had been hit by a car. She tried to sit up, but Lu Mingxuan held her down: "Don't move, or you'll get even more dizzy."
Where is my mother?
Tong Yao was just distracted by Song Qiao and didn't understand why Aunt Song cried when she saw her.
"Yaoyao, don't move. Your mother is in the operating room. She'll be fine."
At this moment, Song Qiao felt regret. Perhaps if she hadn't come here to find Wang Cuihua, they wouldn't have gotten into trouble.
Lu Mingxuan looked at her, wiped away her tears, and said, "Should we tell the child?"
"Wait!"
Song Qiao didn't want to tell Tong Yao these things before Wang Cuihua woke up; that would be too selfish.
"Alright! You stay with Yao Yao, I'll go pick up Tong Yujun."
After Tong Yao woke up, Lu Mingxuan asked her where she lived.
She told him that her family lived in a bungalow behind the cinema, and that the first house she saw was theirs, and that her father's name was Tong Yujun.
After watching Lu Mingxuan leave, Song Qiao sat on a chair with Tong Yao in her arms, waiting for Wang Cuihua to come out.
"Aunt Song, Jiang Xiaoran tore up my picture book, but I didn't fight with her."
The child was still thinking about what happened at Jiangcheng Kindergarten. Song Qiao stared at her intently and nodded: "Auntie knows. It was Jiang Xiaoran's fault, not Yao Yao's."
After saying this, Song Qiao looked down at her: her daughter was so well-behaved and sensible, all thanks to Wang Cuihua.
"Yaoyao, do you prefer going to school in Jiangcheng or Wenzhen?" She wanted to understand the child's feelings.
"Anywhere is fine, I'll listen to my parents."
With just one sentence, "Anywhere is fine," Song Qiao understood that the child was also willing to return to Jiangcheng.
"Why do you say anywhere is fine? You have friends you like in Jiangcheng, right?"
Holding her daughter, Song Qiao just wanted to talk to her more and make up for the things they hadn't said to each other in the past five years.
“Yes, there’s Sister Xiaohua in Jiangcheng. She can’t walk yet, so I go to visit her every day after school. I also push her outside to bask in the sun. Once I’m gone, she can’t come out anymore.”
It turns out my daughter is so kind-hearted.
"It turns out Yao Yao is a helpful child, that's great!"
Song Qiao gave a thumbs-up to the nursery rhyme.
"Jiangcheng Kindergarten, and many of my good friends."
Looking at Song Qiao, she whispered, "No, Jiang Xiaoran is not. She always bullies me."
Children speak without thinking, and Song Qiao felt very sad when she heard Tong Yao mention Jiang Xiaoran again.
“Yes! Jiang Xiaoran is not a good child. Our nursery rhyme says, ‘Look, she doesn’t cry even when she’s hurt. She’s very brave.’”
Following the directions given by Tong Yao, Lu Mingxuan arrived at Tong Yujun's house an hour later.
"Dong dong!"
Hearing the noise in the room, Tong Yujun wheeled himself out and said, "Coming!"
Their house was dilapidated and was supposed to be demolished soon, but then there was no further news. The family didn't want it to be demolished because the house prices here were low and they didn't have to climb stairs.
Tong Yujun thought it was Wang Cuihua and Tong Yao who had returned, and muttered, "Why are they back so late?"
He opened the door from the inside and, seeing that it wasn't his wife and children standing there, asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Lu Mingxuan, Brother Tong. Your wife and Yao Yao were hit by a car on the road and are in the operating room now. I've come to pick you up."
Upon hearing that Wang Cuihua and Tong Yao had been hit by a car, Tong Yujun tried to stand up, but after several attempts, he still ended up sitting back in his wheelchair.
"How could it have been hit? I'm always worried about riding my bike every day."
Hearing Tong Yujun's nagging, Lu Mingxuan said, "Tong Yao is fine now, she just hit her head, but your sister-in-law fell really hard. My car is outside, I'll take you there."
Lu Mingxuan walked over, pushed Tong Yujun out of the gate, and came to his car. When he bent down to pick him up, he realized it was too late.
With a sharp pain in his back wound, he gritted his teeth and put Tong Yujun into the car.
At this moment, Tong Yujun also noticed something was wrong. Seeing the cold sweat on his forehead, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"fine!"
Lu Mingxuan, supporting the car, folded up Tong Yujun's wheelchair and put it in the car, then forced himself to return to the driver's seat.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Tong Yujun asked again, and Lu Mingxuan, who had been resting on the steering wheel for a while, said, "It's okay, let's go to the hospital."
Lu Mingxuan turned on his car key and drove to the town hospital.
On the way, Lu Mingxuan could feel the blood on his back sticking to his shirt, making it wet. He knew it was because the force he had just exerted had torn the wound and caused it to bleed.
After finally managing to drive the car into the hospital courtyard, Lu Mingxuan endured the pain and took out Tong Yujun's wheelchair.
"Brother Tong, move over here yourself, I can't carry you anymore."
Lu Mingxuan opened the wheelchair and placed it by the car door. Tong Yujun agreed, moved to the door, and sat down while holding onto the armrests of the wheelchair.
Lu Mingxuan pushed Tong Yujun, using the wheelchair for support, and stepped into the elevator.
"Brother, are you hurt?"
The way he looked just now indicated that he had a wound.
"Yes! I have a knife wound on my back, and it might be bleeding again."
Without asking, Tong Yujun knew it was because he had been hugged.
“Brother, I know you and Miss Song came here for Yao Yao. Don’t worry, once my wife wakes up, I’ll make her give the child back to you.”
Hearing Tong Yujun's words, Lu Mingxuan said thank you.
Pushing the wheelchair out of the elevator to the operating room door, Song Qiao's gaze shifted from Tong Yao to the two of them: "You're here!"
But when her gaze fell on Lu Mingxuan, she suddenly stood up while holding Tong Yao: "Mingxuan, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with your wound?"
Tong Yujun hurriedly said, "Put Yao Yao down, I'll watch her. You quickly take your brother to find a doctor. When he carried me to the car just now, his wound might have torn open!"
Song Qiao walked over and lifted Lu Mingxuan's clothes; his white shirt was stained red.
"Mingxuan, wait for me, I'll go get the doctor."
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