When Fei Qian woke up, he felt a burning pain on his forehead. When he reached out and touched it, it turned out to be blood on his hand. However, other than feeling some pain, Fei Qian didn't feel much discomfort, and he felt a little relieved.
Maybe it was just a broken scalp.
Fei Qian looked around and found Uncle Fu lying aside. He quickly stepped forward to check. Fortunately, Uncle Fu only fell slightly and was not injured.
Uncle Fu calmed down and turned around to see Fei Qian's face covered in blood. He was shocked and quickly reached out to grab Fei Qian: "Young Master! Your head..."
"Ah, it's okay. I just scratched my skin a little bit. It shouldn't be serious." Fei Qian comforted him.
When Fei Qian turned back to look at the carriage that caused the accident, he heard a piercing scream coming from inside the carriage of the overturned carriage: "Ah ah ah - my hand, my dear! Come on!
The driver of the carriage that caused the accident may have hit his head there. When he got up, his head was covered with blood. He was swaying and couldn't stand firmly. He turned around in circles and tried to walk towards the crooked carriage, but he couldn't walk in a straight line and was swaying.
He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground again——
Let’s save people first and let’s talk about responsibility later.
Fei Qian walked to the crumpled carriage and asked inside, "How are the people inside? Do you want help?"
"...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......, yeah... yeah, okay, okay, okay, okay..." A voice in the car was crying and talking in a slurred manner.
Fei Qian was startled, what? His hand fell off? This injury is serious - he quickly pulled the curtain of the carriage to one side, stretched his head and saw an eighty-nine-year-old servant girl in the carriage.
The girl was holding a girl who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was crying with snot and tears all over her face. She was sobbing so hard that she could hardly breathe at times, and snot bubbles were bulging at the tip of her little nose...
Didn't you say you dropped your hand?
Fei Qian saw that both of them had four hands. Could it be that this unconscious girl had a third hand?
The eight or nine-year-old maid suddenly saw a bloody head sticking into the carriage. She was very scared at first, but now she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and screamed loudly...
Fei Qian couldn't help but cover his ears and took two steps back. This sonic attack was too terrifying...
After calling for a while, the little maid realized that nothing happened, so she quietly half-opened one eye and stopped talking when she saw that the bloody head had exited the carriage.
When Fei Qian saw that the little maid's tongue stopped trembling, he put down the hand covering his ears and said angrily: "Didn't you say that your hand fell off? That hand fell off?"
"You... you... you just fell off! My little girl's hand... her hand is broken... broken..." The little maid puffed her cheeks and loudly refuted Fei Qian, but in the middle of the sentence, she saw that her little girl was unconscious.
The arms were crooked, and the tears began to fall again...
——It’s a fracture, right?
Fei Qian took a closer look and found that one of the arms of the unconscious little girl was indeed unnaturally twisted, and he guessed that it was caused by the touch there just now.
"Hey! If you cry again and delay your little girl's injury, it will be really broken!" Fei Qian was a little annoyed by the little maid crying. If he has a broken bone, he must find a doctor to fix it quickly, otherwise there will be too much congestion in his arm.
Treatment is troublesome.
When the little maid heard this, she immediately held back her tears and looked at Fei Qian eagerly.
Fei Qian was just about to go in and carry the girl Pianzi out, but then he thought about it and stopped. Instead, he called Uncle Fu and asked Uncle Fu to carry the unconscious girl Pianzi to his carriage.
The little maid hurriedly followed behind and climbed into the carriage.
The Han Dynasty was not as perverse in its approach to guarding men and women as it was in later dynasties, but it was still better to take precautions. After all, I was a young man, and even though the other party was not a young girl, but a half-grown girl, it was still not convenient.
Uncle Fu is different. It's not that Fei Qian is deliberately manipulating people, but Uncle Fu's age is what he is, so he won't attract criticism.
At this time, the coachman who fell to the ground reluctantly came over. Fei Qian grabbed him and asked, "Do you know where the medical center is? How to get there?"
"I know... I know. Go straight ahead and turn left at the intersection...it's not far away!" Although the driver was not standing very steadily, his mind was still clear.
Fei Qian looked at his carriage and saw that if two men, himself and the driver, were added to the carriage, it would definitely not be able to fit in. He asked Uncle Fu to drive the carriage to the hospital first, and he and the driver followed.
Fortunately, the hospital is not too far away.
By the time Fei Qian helped the coachman and rushed to the hospital, Yatou Pianzi had been sent to the back hall for treatment. The little maid also followed her, leaving Uncle Fu fidgeting at the door. He wanted to go to the young man, but he was worried about the carriage.
Please don’t go with your belongings, and I’m very worried about Mr. Young Master...
When Uncle Fu saw Fei Qian, he rushed over in a few steps and helped Fei Qian into the hospital.
In the hospital, there were already apprentices waiting with hot water. Seeing Fei Qian and the coachman, who were covered with blood on their faces, they quickly stepped forward, led them to sit on the benches respectively, and then used a wet cloth dipped in warm water to
Carefully wipe away the dried blood and check the condition of the wound.
The apprentice who examined Fei Qian's wound looked at it carefully and said, "Lang Jun only broke his scalp. The bleeding has stopped at this time. I will apply some medicine later. I think it will be fine."
Just after he finished speaking, he saw the driver over there wiping the blood on his face. Suddenly he opened his mouth and started vomiting. His whole body was shaking and he fell straight to the ground.
The apprentice quickly called two people and carried the coachman to the back...
——This is really a typical sequelae of brain trauma...
While Fei Qian was worried about the coachman, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, his knock was not serious, otherwise he might be like the coachman, leaving the sequelae of brain trauma, which was probably difficult to treat in the Han Dynasty...
But what to do now?
The person who caused the accident in the carriage is now either lying down or accompanying him. Who should I ask for loss?
Fei Qian suddenly thought of a very serious problem. These people have all gone in for treatment. Could it be that they haven't paid their medical bills yet?
Upon asking, it turned out to be true.
If you want to wait, you can wait, but seeing that it is getting late, the top priority is to find a place to stay as soon as possible, otherwise, being caught by the military academy with a curfew and night patrol is no joke.
Cao Cao's famous five-color stick was the one that killed Jian Shuo's uncle during the curfew...
Although I just arrived in Xiangyang and encountered a car accident in the Han Dynasty, it is excusable, but it is really going to cause trouble. Will those night patrol schools care about this? If you are not familiar with the place, you may risk your own life.
over.
Run away directly? The apprentice who helped Fei Qian apply the medicine and wrapped the cloth with strips followed closely...
Forget it, just think of it as a waste of money and disaster relief...
I am a victim, okay? Why do you need me to advance money? Fei Qian wants to cry but has no tears...
