Chapter 1157: He is not dead yet! (Two more)

The old man stunned his head for a moment, then suddenly shivered, and his pants suddenly became wet.
He didn't feel ashamed at all. He only had a strong sense of the rest of his life in his heart, as if he had walked through the gate of the ghost.
I don't know how long it took. Finally, someone couldn't help coming over, and the men around the tiger's body looked at it constantly, talking about it.
"It's really a person, this person is badly injured, I don't know if it's dead or alive ..."
"This man seems to have fallen from the sky, and then killed the spotted tiger. He saved us ..."
"..."
After the old Zhang finally managed to recover, this turned the crowd away, tremblingly walked over, bent down, and reached out to explore the man's nose.
"He ... he's not dead, he's breathing ..." he said with great excitement.
The crowd suddenly exclaimed: "It's incredible that he hasn't died yet after such a serious injury ..."
"But if he is so hurt, he probably won't survive, otherwise we don't care about him ..." someone said.
The others were silent.
Yes!
They are all poor people, otherwise they would not participate in the tiger hunting for these twelve talents.
Bringing such a wounded person back, not to mention eating and drinking is a problem, just treating the injury also costs a lot of money.
The steward Wu squeezed out of the crowd, and then stopped saying: "The origin of this man is unknown, I still think ..."
"No!"
The old man suddenly opened his head and interrupted his words: "Housekeeper Wu, don't forget, if it wasn't for this person, we would all die ..."
The crowd was silent again, and Wu's housekeeper was ashamed.
"Butler Wu!"
The old head eased his face, and said, "You said earlier that we killed the tigers, and each person was twelve silver, and the most was given to twenty-two. Is it not counted?"
"Calculate, naturally count." Wu steward nodded.
"Well!"
The old Zhang head said: "Tian Peng is dead. My twelve or two silvers are gone. You give Tian Peng's share and my share to his house. As for the twenty two, you must heal this person.
When the others heard him say this, they were all ashamed. Li Liuzhi took the words and said, "Give half of my twelve silvers to the old man."
"My share also allows for five or two pieces of silver, so he can heal this little brother. If he can survive, it depends on his own goodness ..."
"And I……"
The others spoke one after another.
...
Dongzhang Village, a small village with a population of less than five hundred, was named Dongzhang Village because the local surname was Zhang.
"Dang ... dang ... dang ..."
At the door of Zhang Ji's iron shop in the east of the village, a rich woman was standing in the hot shed at the moment, wielding a hammer with a hammer in her hand and beating a red iron block.
At this time, a group of people rushed into the house hurrying around the old head, and the old head was carrying a young man covered with blood.
The iron-clad woman's complexion changed slightly, and she rushed into the house with a hammer and yelled at the door: "Dad, you can't die, how can you live if you die ..."
She had just said that she should not stop abruptly, and saw her father standing by the bed alive, while a man covered in blood was lying on the bed at the moment.
The woman smiled: "Dad, who is he?"
The old man took out a dry towel and wiped himself on the bed. He said, "Cuihua, please invite your grandpa Lin, your life is off ..."
In just half a day, everyone in Dongzhang Village knew the process of this tiger hunt.
When they learned that they were encountering a demon tiger who had cultivated the climate, everyone had sweated, and after hearing a young man covered in blood falling from the sky and smashing the tiger to death, countless Incredible.
Some people do n’t believe it. After all, people who have fallen from the sky and have not been smashed to death have not yet seen them. Some people also said that the young man was actually an extraordinary ...
For a while, many people in the village rushed to Zhang Jitiepu, trying to see what the youth looked like.
Anyway, the old girl Cuihua, holding a sledgehammer, took out a small bench and sat down at the door.
...
Inside the house, the old man's head had wiped all the blood on the man, and the man was wrapped in a white cloth by the only doctor in the village into a mule.
The old man opened his head nervously and looked at the old man in a blue shirt carrying a medicine chest in front of him: "Lao Lin, how is it? Is there hope?"
"Does this person really fall from the sky?" Doctor Lin answered inexplicably.
"I'm not so sure either."
The old opened his head and shook his head: "At that time, I was scared and stupid. I didn't see it clearly, so you can tell if he can survive."
"This young man suffered a very serious injury. I believe you saw it. The whole body was covered with scars, and some wounds even penetrated the heart and lungs ..."
He heard that the old man's head was also shocked. When he took off his clothes, he was startled. The dense wound was like a broken wine bottle.
"The old man, who has been practicing medicine for decades, is the first time I have seen such a tenacious vitality. Now I can only see his fortune ..."
Doctor Lin Fusu was silent for a long while and said, "I don't recommend you save him. Such a severe injury, even if it can be cured, is not something you can imagine ..."
"I would never be so generous in other people, but who asked him to save me."
Lao Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "Although I am a little man, Lao Zhang also knows that there is a reward, and that's a big deal. I sold the iron shop ..."
Doctor Lin is gone.
Since then, Zhang Jitiepu has also closed, and the old Zhangtou and his daughter Cuihua are almost inseparable young people guarding the bed.
The savings are getting less and less, and the youth is still unconscious, and the rumors about him in the village are gradually dissipating. Everyone feels that the other party is unable to survive.
"What the are you?"
Cuihua stayed beside the bed, holding her chin in her hands, and quietly looked at the youth's facial features, her eyes were very curious, and the latter's handsome facial features made her blush even more.
In the past few days, almost all the medicine and gauze she changed for the young people, so the other person's body was also shown to her.
When she saw the dense wounds on the young man, she went up to the tree and drew the eggs from a young age, and she cried a group of bears and children, and couldn't stop crying.
"They all say you fell from the sky, is it true?"
"Why do you look so good? And why do you have white hair at a young age?"
"What's your name?"
"When do you wake up?"
"..."
This kind of dialogue seems to happen frequently in the next few days, and sometimes the old head feels that his own daughter, who can't get out of marriage, has lost his magic.
But on the seventh day, when Cuihua went to Dr. Lin's house and took the last external application, he saw that the bed was empty.
She turned subconsciously and wanted to go out to find, so she saw a naked young man standing in front of her house.
"what!!!"
"Dad, dad, he's awake, come on ..."
A harsh voice echoed in the 100-meter circle, and the chicken jumped in shock.
(End of this chapter)