"Mom, do you have fever reducers at home?"

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Xiaoqing hurriedly rummaged around the house.

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Fang Hong took out a small white paper bag from the cabinet in the hall.

Jiang Xiaoqing was not idle, she took an enamel cup from the kitchen, scalded it with boiling water, poured a small half cup of hot water, and brought it to the main house.

Jiang Dexiang had already put the man on the bed.

The man's face was still flushed, and his sword eyebrows were tightly twisted together, looking uncomfortable.

Jiang Xiaoqing hurriedly took the paper bag from Fang Hong's hand, poured out a fever-reducing medicine, she held the man in her arms, carefully stuffed the pill into his mouth, blew the water in the cup, and fed it to the man.

As soon as the pill was stuffed into the man's mouth, the man's already tightly wrinkled brow was almost twisted into a ball, and he almost spit out the pill!

"Benefactor, drink water."

But at this moment, Jiang Xiaoqing brought the cup to his mouth.

Hearing Jiang Xiaoqing's voice, the rejection between the man's eyebrows immediately subsided a lot, he obediently opened his mouth, drank saliva, and swallowed the pill.

The bitter pill fell down his throat, and the man couldn't help but frown again.

"Is it bitter?"

Jiang Xiaoqing noticed something, fed the man a few more mouthfuls of water, and then carefully put him back on the bed and covered the quilt.

"Xiaoqing, who is this?"

Jiang Dexiang was on the side, and it was strange to see his daughter taking care of a strange man so intimately.

There is a kind of cabbage that is pampered in his own vegetable field, and there is an extra pig next to it.

"He was the one who saved me."

Jiang Xiaoqing saw that Jiang Dexiang had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "When I went into the mountains yesterday to graze cattle and pick wild vegetables, I met a wild boar, and he saved me. ”

"Wild boar?!"

Jiang Dexiang's expression changed, and when he looked at the man's eyes, he was much better, and he said with palpitations: "This is a great benefactor, Xiaoqing, when he wakes up, I have to thank him." ”

"That's for sure."

Jiang Xiaoqing nodded without hesitation, she failed to repay the favor in her previous life, and let the injured benefactor leave in the rain, life and death are unknown, which makes her regret it.

In this life, she wants to repay the grace of saving her life!

"By the way, Dad, the benefactor still has an injury in the back, didn't you help your grandfather before? Can I show it to my benefactor? Jiang Xiaoqing hurriedly said.

Her grandfather used to be a military doctor, and after the war, he went back to the countryside to farm, and occasionally helped his fellow villagers and neighbors to see a doctor, and Jiang Dexiang helped him carry the box and help.

It's a pity that her grandfather left two years ago, and Jiang Xiaoqing can feel the warmth of that old man's memory just by remembering it.

Grandpa always looked at her with kind eyes, smiled at her often, always kept the best for her, and was not patriarchal at all.

I still remember that before he left, because he was sick, he was so thin that he only had a handful of bones left, lying on the bed, gently grabbing Jiang Xiaoqing's wrist, his cloudy eyes were glowing with light water, and said, "Grandpa still wants to make money, go and send you to high school and college......"

Then, there is no then.

When he came back to his senses, the kind old man was already lying in the coffin, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

Jiang Xiaoqing's eyes were sour, and his throat seemed to be blocked, and he became uncomfortable.

"Mom, child, come and help, I'll take a look."

At this time, Jiang Dexiang took out a wooden box from under the bed, and strung it with a dark blue cloth on both sides to make a strap, which was the medicine box used by his grandfather before.

Open the medicine box, there are also scissors gauze and things like that.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Hong helped Jiang Dexiang, turned the man on the bed over, lifted his shirt, and immediately saw the thick gauze wrapped around his waist, and blood came out from behind.

Jiang Dexiang's eyes were solemn, and he carefully cut the gauze with scissors, dipped the clean gauze in alcohol, wiped the blood stains clean, and exposed the wound.

Suddenly, Jiang Dexiang and Fang Hong's expressions changed.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaoqing saw that his parents' expressions were wrong, so he hurriedly came over to take a look, and his eyes changed-

On the man's lower back, there is a circular wound, which is ......

"Gunshot wound?!" Jiang Xiaoqing exclaimed.