The concierge Lao Fan pushed open the door with all his strength. Fan Shiyi was holding a lantern. Behind Zhu Ba, there were Zhu, Zhou, Xiaoman, and Mo Xiang, carrying bamboo baskets and two servants, and carefully stepped into the snow.
There were still people sweeping snow during the day, but at night they could only check and clear the snow on the roofs. There was no way to clear the snow on the roads. Everyone wore clogs under their shoes, and the crunching sound of the snow was very interesting.
Large snowflakes were flying wildly in the air, and with the howling wind, they fell on everyone's faces. The lantern in Fan Shiyi's hand was blown wildly, and even though he hadn't taken it off, the candlelight inside had been extinguished.
Fortunately, there was a snow storm tonight. Such a big thing happened and most of the villagers had trouble sleeping. Zhu Wei led two teams to clear the snow on the roof in different areas, and the lights inside and outside the ancestral hall were brightly lit.
"Madam Zhu is here."
"Meet the old lady."
Zhu took off his bamboo hat, looked around, grabbed Zhao Da and asked: "What are the casualties?"
The heavy snow that started in the afternoon has not stopped yet. Although Li Shan prepared in advance, at night, first several houses were collapsed by the snow, and then seven or eight houses collapsed in the refugee area. Li Shan left just after nightfall.
It was almost three o'clock in the morning and they still hadn't returned home. Both Zhu and Zhou couldn't let go, so they asked the kitchen to prepare some food and send it over to check on the situation.
Zhao Da just came back from outside, with traces of snow on his hair and shoulders, "Six people were killed, 12 were slightly injured, and eight were seriously injured. Lang Jun has not rested yet."
Mrs. Zhu followed Zhao Da's line of sight and looked towards the room on the left side of the ancestral hall. She opened the door and took a look. Her face changed slightly. Her son, who was wearing a strange mask, was holding a dagger and stabbing into the chest of a wounded man. A large amount of blood immediately poured out.
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Xiaoman who poked his head over was frightened and screamed. Li Shan raised his head suddenly. The expression on his face was not clear due to the mask, but the coldness in his eyes made Xiaoman cover his mouth.
Li Shan said a few words in a low voice, lowered his head again, and suddenly turned his head. The guard next to him picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
A guard trotted over and said, "Old madam, go wait outside first. Third sister can go in and help."
Previously, she had heard Su's mother, a female member of the Ling family, talk about her son's disembowelling and disembowelling the living dead and treating him with white bones. Mrs. Zhu still didn't believe it, and now she felt a little confused... At this moment, she and Li Dewu had the same doubt, where did her son come from?
Did you learn this?
Xiaoman helped Mrs. Zhu go out, and couldn't help but look back at Mrs. Zhou and the bodyguard who were walking in. She felt quite angry. She remembered that the bodyguard was Mr. Zhou's second brother.
"Clear water."
"Needle."
"Change the dagger."
With a concise and clear command, Li Shan moved his hands very quickly, "Hold it!"
"smoke!"
With a weak murmur, a pointed wooden stick was pulled away by Zhou Erlang, and the blood spurted out and sprinkled on Zhou's face.
Li Shan bent over, lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and kept working with his hands. He stayed in this position for a quarter of an hour before straightening up, and sighed: "It depends on luck, if you can survive..."
In fact, this is nonsense. If you survive, you will naturally survive. If you cannot survive, you will die.
"Next."
"Mr. Lang, this is the last one."
Li Shan took a long breath, first held the corner of the table to calm himself, and then hammered his waist... In this era, there was no lifting console, and bending down was really tiring.
Looking sideways at Mr. Zhou, Li Shan smiled and said, "I would have brought you here if I had known. These guys... are far inferior to you."
Li Shan's first surgery in Hebei was on Su's mother. Three or four women helped her there that day. The others were so frightened that they went out and vomited. Only Mrs. Zhou could stay calm and later helped in Guantao.
Gotta be busy.
After washing his hands in the basin, Li Shan took the towel and wiped it. Seeing the blood on Zhou's face, he raised his hand to wipe it, but his five fingers kept shaking... Seven or eight times in a row in such an environment
Hours of high-intensity surgery is too much work.
Zhou took the towel and wiped it casually a few times, then walked out with Li Shan on her arm, "The old lady asked the kitchen to stew a hen. It should still be hot."
Just a moment ago, his five fingers could still be flexibly operated, and he could climb up or down easily. However, at this moment, Li Shan was a little stiff and allowed Zhou and Zhou Erlang to help him to the fire in the ancestral hall.
Mrs. Zhu, who had been in a daze, came to her senses when she saw her son coming out, and quickly ordered Xiaoman and Mo Xiang to scoop out the chicken soup.
His body was stiff, but his mind was still intact. Li Shan looked at Zhu strangely, then turned around and asked, "Mother?"
"Everyone has been divided, so I left this bowl for you."
Well, this is in line with Zhu's style... It's definitely left to his son, but it's also certain that the rest can be divided up to win the hearts of his son.
Zhou carefully helped Li Shan sit down, while Mo Xiang held a large bowl of chicken soup. Xiao Man took a spoonful of soup and put it into Li Shan's mouth. He also picked up a large chicken leg and waited on Li Shan to eat it slowly.
Three people serve one... Lei Jing, who was sitting not far away, looked at his niece Mo Xiang with dissatisfaction. She was only holding a bowl. She was so inactive!
The worst thing tonight is the refugees. After all, the latecomers like Ling Jing, Su Dingfang, and Qi Laoliu have close relations with Li Shan, and the houses they arranged are quite good. However, the refugees live in simple houses with poor quality.
Dare to compliment.
"It's so late, what are you doing here?" Li Shan glanced at Ling Jing, who had just entered the door, and muttered: "You can't help me... you're running around in the middle of the night, and I accidentally have to assign someone to take care of you."
"Dalang!" Mrs. Zhu glared at her son, then looked at Ling Jing with a smile, "Sir, please don't blame me for being rude."
Ling Jing smiled, "If Huairen hadn't reminded me in every way during the day and sent personal guards to patrol at night... I would like to bear Huairen's anger and save others from innocence."
Ma Zhou, who had been pulled up to help a long time ago, sat across from the bonfire. His eyes met with Ling Jing's, he nodded slightly and made a number.
Both of them are very familiar with Li Shan and have long known Li Shan's style. As for any surgery like this, if you are happy, you will definitely be alive. If you are quarreling with others, you will definitely not be able to survive.
After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup and eating several pieces of chicken, Li Shan finally recovered and struggled to get up, "Zhu Ba, Zhu Ba... take me to see the minor injury."
There are many seriously injured people tonight, and the lightly injured can only be dealt with by personal guards such as Zhu Ba and Zhu Shitou, who have followed him and transformed into male nurses. However, Li Shan is still a little worried and needs to check them one by one.
At this time, more than a dozen women from the village came in carrying bamboo baskets. Those who took shelter in the ancestral hall tonight were not only the lightly and seriously injured, but also those whose houses had collapsed or were in dilapidated buildings and were forced to stay here. Most of them were refugees.
, there are also newcomers brought by some Zhu clan members, Su Dingfang, and Qi Laoliu.
Ma Zhou whispered: "After this snow disaster, we will no longer see each other in the village..."
Tonight's rescue, the first person Li Shan called out to help dig out and carry people was Qi Laoliu's group. Two of the Zhu clan members were picked out by Qi Laoliu himself.
Li Shan and his personal guards were busy for most of the night, treating the wounds of the lightly and seriously wounded, applying medicine and bandaging their wounds.
The elders in the village also reciprocated the favor, opening the ancestral hall for everyone to settle down, collecting bedding, and boiling hot water for meals.
Obviously, after this night, I dare not say that we are in harmony, but there should be no more intrigues like Qi Laoliu plotting against Zhu Qi.
Or to put it more directly, Li Shan has actually taken control of the entire Zhujiagou.
Ling Jing couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with Li Shimin yesterday about Li Shan setting up a wounded barracks. Li Shimin valued the positive effects of the wounded barracks on the morale of the army, but Li Shan... Judging from tonight, he didn't think that much.