"Jia Cong, come and come and see you! You're killing!"

Jia Cong was still half-aged and flexibly squeezed from the crowd to the entrance of the alley where the incident happened. He saw Jia Huan waved to him with excitement on his face.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Jia Cong put down his snacks first. If something happened to Jia Huan, he would not bear it, and secondly, his situation would inevitably worsen.

However, when Jia Huan shouted in surprise in such an environment, Jia Congxin raised her up again.

This unlucky child...

Sure enough, many people around him glared at him.

He hurriedly stepped forward and taught a lesson: "Don't talk nonsense, others may not die. It may be just hurt. It's important for everyone to save people!"

After hearing what Jia Cong said, the onlookers remembered and hurriedly advised: "Yes, yes, it's important to save people! Ni Er's mother, come and have a doctor!"

Jia Huan was dissatisfied and said loudly: "Don't coax people, your neck is almost broken, that blood and killing a rooster... um!"

With Jia Huan's "childish words" on the other side, the crying of an old woman holding a bloody man on the ground became even more and more terrifying, and the onlookers around him glared at him again.

Jia Cong gave Zhao Guoji a wink. Zhao Guoji, who had always been dull, hurriedly covered Jia Huan's stinky mouth.

Jia Cong nodded apologetically to the people around him and was about to leave with Jia Huan.

Although the people around him were annoyed, it was obvious that although he was young, he was not willing to make things difficult for him, so he even gave way to him.

However, just as Jia Cong turned around and left, the old woman's heart-wrenching cry came again...

"My son!"

"You die, how can you live..."

"Mom..."

People around him also sighed and said, "Oh, although Ni Er is bullish on weekdays, he is the most filial to his mother and has a very narrow sense of righteousness."

Another man also said: "Who said no! Anyone who says something from the neighbors will not help you.

This time something happened, I helped Aunt Lin find her son from Fufa’s gambling store.

The rich gambling file is really not a thing. If you don’t harm others, you won’t give up."

"Yes, the Tianhe house in Aunt Lin's house was sent to the Fufa gambling stall by her son. She was not satisfied and held her bastard son and insisted on getting another 200 silver.

Aunt Lin had no choice but to ask for Ni Ertou.

Unexpectedly, it caused a murderous disaster!"

"This bet is really unaffected! It's a pity that those people were so crazy that they actually killed people at the doorstep!"

"Yes, yes, lawless. Only Ni Er's mother is so pitiful, such a good person..."

"Son, my son!"

Hearing this, Jia Cong's steps really couldn't move.

What he was thinking about was not these people.

Instead, he remembered his mother in his previous life.

Will he also hold his body that died of overwork and cry like this...

"call……"

He suppressed the violent fluctuations in his heart, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, and then opened his eyes. Jia Cong said to Zhao Guoji: "Send Jia Huan back to his house first."

Before Zhao Guoji could agree, Jia Huan jumped up and shouted, "Jia Cong, what are you going to do? Want to go and watch the fun alone?"

Jia Cong shook his head, had no time to persuade him, and turned around and returned to the scene.

The ground was in a mess, and blood was everywhere.

The old lady fainted from crying, her whole body trembled, trying desperately to cover her son Ni Er's neck to prevent him from bleeding again, but it would not help.

Although there are people around you who are looking for a doctor, they are just doing their best.

Anyone understands that Ni Er is going to die...

"Give it, let it..."

Jia Cong pushed the crowd away with difficulty and said loudly.

"Why are you back this kid? At such a young age, why don't you go home quickly? Why are you watching the fun?"

"That's right, I hit the guest carefully..."

The person who was pushed away by him was unhappy and blamed him.

Jia Cong ignored it and just squeezed in.

When I squeezed into the circle, I whispered: "Although I am young, I have learned some first aid skills of Qihuang.

This Ni Er's bloodline on his neck was cut off.

If you don't have first aid, you will die in half a quarter of an hour at most.

Please help carry it into the clean room if you have the strength so that I can perform.”

The crowd around him immediately became quiet, and even Jia Huan, who was squeezed in again, stared at him.

The old woman holding Ni Er trembled all over her body...

Although she didn't know whether Jia Cong could do anything, she just wanted to catch the last straw.

"Can you do it?"

"Whose child is still coming to make trouble at this kung fu?"

"It's so naughty!"

The majority of the onlookers blamed him. Fortunately, there were a few middle-aged people with a better appearance, who looked at Jia Cong suspiciously, and helped him carry Ni Er into the house.

Ni Erniang looked at Jia Cong with a sloppy look. Jia Cong didn't say much, but said, "Save people first."

The reason why Jia Cong dared to turn back was because he discovered that although Ni Er had bleeding all over the ground, his face not only did not turn white, but instead turned purple.

Therefore, he judged that Ni Er might not have had his carotid artery cut off, but his throat was cut, and he showed a cyanotic appearance because he could not breathe.

These are completely two concepts.

If the carotid artery is cut, it usually dies within six minutes or even less.

I'm already dead now and my face will only turn pale.

Relatively speaking, the severity is easier just because the throat is cut.

Of course, time is still very urgent now.

Especially in this era...

None of the instruments and equipment needed for first aid surgery, nor are there any of the most important tracheal casings and disinfection equipment.

He could only randomly find some substitutes, treating dead horses as live horses.

However, even if you really can't save it in the end, Jia Cong can guarantee that Ni Er can wake up for a while and explain his mother's last words.

This is Jia Cong's biggest regret in his previous life...

...

Three streets away from Nanhutong Market, on the north side of the second gate of Rongguo Mansion, there is a small caravan inside.

The bead curtains are hung, the smoke is curling, and the fragrance is rising.

In the front hall of the hut, there is a concubine's couch and a beauty case.

A large mattress of autumn-colored gold python was covered with an autumn-scented gold python, and a young woman in her twenties sat upright on it.

There is no one around, and various exquisite porcelain flower arrangements are placed, as well as a glass screen.

In the corridor outside the house, there were about a dozen well-dressed women and maids standing in unison.

Everyone stood with their hands behind their backs, holding their breath and holding their voices.

Suddenly, a young girl wearing a small bead hairpin and a blue dress appeared under the corridor.

After nodding with the maids with laughter, he walked into the Baoxia and whispered to the young woman after the beauty case: "Second grandma, Grandma Huang from Donghutong is here, I want to see you."

The young woman sitting behind the beauty desk frowned slightly, raised her head and showed a very beautiful face.

I saw her wearing gold wire eight treasures, holding a hairpin of five phoenixes in the morning, and wearing a golden butterfly dressed in a big red satin dress.

The bright colors are so bright that they are incomparable.

The eyes that were revealed in the eyes of a pair of Danfeng were slightly sharp and daunting.

This person is Wang Xifeng, who is famous in the Red Chamber.

After hearing this, she asked lightly: "What are she doing?"

The person who passed the message was the personal maid she raised with since childhood. When she married into the Jia family, she became a dowry maid named Ping'er.

Ping'er had a gentle face and laughed softly, "Look at her not looking very good, maybe something is wrong."

When Wang Xifeng heard this, a hint of impatient flashed in her eyes and said, "Jingtian."
To be continued...