The man looked young and was wearing a patched jacket. His forehead was covered in blood, and his true appearance could not be seen clearly.
When a man living next door saw this man, he said he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. When he heard that he was out of breath, his face suddenly turned pale.
He opened his mouth, and then let out a long sigh.
"Bring the person out first." Song Qinghuan ordered, and several of the waiters carefully moved the young man's body out and put it away.
Song Qinghuan stepped forward to investigate carefully. When he saw that his head was hit by a sharp object and he died of excessive blood loss, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that he is still so young."
As he spoke, he raised his head and asked Xiao Ci, who was standing beside him: "You need to move faster, the snow is falling heavily, and if you get cold, you will have no chance of survival."
Xiao Ci's hands were stretched out, his eyes were deep, and he said without even looking at Song Qinghuan: "We have saved him again."
This young man has lost his breath, and Hua Tuo would not be able to save him even if he were alive.
Song Qinghuan found an old piece of clothing from someone else's house and covered his face, then asked the woman next door: "How many people are there in this family?"
Without waiting for the woman to speak, she added, "Are there any other families? Are there any family members missing?"
That woman was just an ordinary person living at the bottom of the society. Seeing Song Qinghuan's exquisite clothes and extraordinary temperament, she became a little timid.
But he still replied: "There are five people in **Dao's family. Not long after her daughter-in-law gave birth to a child, the two elders of the family went back to their hometown in Tongzhou to invite members of the family to have a hundred-year-old wine."
"I don't know about other families, and I haven't heard of anyone missing anyone."
After thinking for a while, he said "ouch" and said hurriedly: "Girl, please move quickly. Xiaodao's wife is still inside and has not been found. The child has not heard any crying now, and I don't know if he is still alive."
While they were talking at this end, there was a crackling sound from the other end.
Song Qinghuan turned around and heard a deep voice saying: "Brother, hurry up, your hands are already freezing."
The men of the Wucheng Army and Horse Division were all equipped with knives. If they couldn't push it with their hands, they would use their scabbards to prick the frozen ground and move the debris away.
At this time, the wind and snow were still not stopping. No matter how healthy these men were, their hands were numb from the cold after half a day of work.
Xiao Ci was still acting like a prince at first, just standing there with his hands behind his back, but when he saw that his movements were getting slower and slower, he couldn't help it anymore, so he lifted up the corner of his robe and stepped forward.
His legs and feet are extremely strong, and anyone who wants to use the scabbard to knock him open will be kicked past him.
I don’t know how long it took, but at the end of the pile of ruins, I found the knife-wielding wife and his barely born son.
When Mrs. Dao's wife was found, she was curled up, the child's thin clothes were being protected in her arms, and there were a few children's clothes piled around her.
It seems that when she was about to change the child's clothes, the house collapsed, and the little woman subconsciously protected the child in her arms.
It's a pity that this woman is also angry.
Several grown men still carried the woman out. When Song Qinghuan was about to step forward to check, Xiao Ci called her out.
"The kid still has a pulse."
The child was less than a hundred days old, his body became limp, and the house collapsed. Although he asked his mother to protect him in her arms, after such a long time, he was so cold that his whole body turned purple.
When Xiao Ci took the child from the woman's arms little by little, the child's whole body was cold, his lips were white, and he was motionless. If he didn't have a pulse, he would have gone with his parents.
Song Qinghuan glanced at Xiao Ci, nodded, and said: "You put the child in your arms to warm it first, I will come right away."
However, he still looked at the woman first and confirmed that she really had no breath. Then he covered her and got up and walked to Xiao Ci's side.
When Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong were born, Xiao Ci didn't hug them much. His first wife also thought he was rough-handed. When she saw him rushing towards the children, she immediately stopped them.
When his first wife passed away, Xiao Jingtong was very young. Without his mother, he cried and fussed all day long. It was then that he held such a big child in his arms and coaxed her.
Xiao Jingchuan was already five or six years old that year, so he didn't want him to hold him anymore.
The child in his hands at this moment was barely a day old, much younger than the original Xiao Jingtong. When he was taken out of the woman's arms, his hands and feet were already stiff.
Song Qinghuan asked him to put it in his arms, but he was a little helpless and motionless.
When he took the child out, he was wrapped in a cloak, and it was still in the same position.
Song Qinghuan came closer and frowned when he saw that he was motionless: "Didn't I ask you to carry him in my arms?"
Xiao Ci handed the person to Song Qinghuan, his face twitching again and again: "You can figure it out yourself."
As he said that, he turned around and left.
"Stop." Song Qinghuan shouted, reaching out and grabbing Xiao Ci to prevent him from leaving.
"Let me take a look at the child first."
After saying that, he handed the child into Xiao Ci's hands, quickly untied the cloak, and took a closer look at the child's condition.
Xiao Ci didn't dare to move. To be honest, he wasn't a very kind person, and many people died in his hands.
But such a murderous person was defeated at the hands of a child who was not old enough.
Song Qinghuan took the child's pulse and checked again. Seeing that there was no injury, he took out the silver needle he carried with him from his sleeve pocket and inserted needles into several places on the child's body.
Her fingertips were still stained with blood, and she held the silver needle and stabbed the acupuncture points slowly.
He looked focused and eye-catching.
Xiao Ci was one person taller than her, and he could take in all her expressions as soon as he lowered his eyes. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing a smile that he was not even aware of.
After five consecutive injections, the child cried out, "Wow!" The sound was thin and weak, like a cat.
Song Qinghuan hurriedly put away all the silver needles, grabbed the child's hand again and felt for his pulse, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Rolling his eyes, he pushed the child towards Xiao Ci: "Hurry up and unknot your clothes. This child has been frozen for a long time. He needs to be close to his flesh to warm himself up."
"Don't make trouble." Xiao Ci looked solemn and glared at Song Qinghuan: "There are a lot of things to deal with, so don't cause trouble here."
After saying that, he wrapped the child and returned it to Song Qinghuan: "It's pitiful to have no father and no mother. Just take a look at it first, and then look back to see if he has any family members."
Song Qinghuan did not answer, only stared at Xiao Ci and said: "Uncle Jiu, you are a man with a strong yang energy, but this child has been frozen for a long time. He has no father and mother this time, and it depends on you to provide him with a way to survive."
Okay, is it possible that Uncle Jiu really wants to die without saving you?"
As soon as she rolled her eyes, Xiao Ci knew that this little girl had no good intentions and handed the child to her.
"It is the nature of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. I am not the one who refuses to save lives..."
"Uncle Jiu is right." Song Qinghuan smiled: "If that's the case, then let me save you."
As she spoke, she placed her jade hands on the jade belt around her waist, and then moved to her side, looking for the tie on her clothes, intending to put the child in her arms to keep him warm...
