A wealthy abandoned woman can't afford to hurt

Chapter 247

The voices above his head finally faded away, and Zhao Zhenye didn't climb up from his hiding place until he could no longer hear any sound.

The leg must have been broken, so Zhao Zhenye could only use both hands, grabbing the grass roots, dragging his body, and struggling upwards.

The suspected broken left leg was sticky and slippery. It should be bleeding out. Zhao Zhenye didn't care to bandage the wound, and there was nothing to bandage it. He just struggled up, up...

Finally, I don't know how long he climbed and how many times he took a break, Zhao Zhenye finally realized that he had really climbed onto the road when he was dragging his body up with a handful of thatch when the sky was turning white.

The extreme excitement, the excessive blood loss from the body, and the extreme ecstasy made Zhao Zhenye faint all of a sudden.

"Thirsty, water..."

Zhao Zhenye yelled in a daze, in a coma, he yelled unconsciously, but then, as if a god really heard his call, a gust of cool water was sent to his lips, and he suddenly felt thirsty swallowed.

"Hot, hot..."

Zhao Zhenye tore the clothes on his body, and after a while, he felt a piece of cold gauze applied to his forehead, and then, a soft towel was gently wiping his body, and he suddenly felt much more comfortable.

Zhao Zhenye opened his eyes suddenly, his memory still remained at the moment before he passed out when he climbed onto the road.

"Wake up, wake up, Duan Liang, he's awake."

A woman's voice suddenly rang sharply in Zhao Zhenye's ears, making him frown suddenly.

Opening his eyes and looking around, Zhao Zhenye saw himself lying on an ancient wooden bed with simple quilts on it. In the empty room, apart from this bed, there was a simple wooden table with Soup bowls, basins, and towels on the basins.

It seems that this table is the main source of the clear water and coolness that I enjoyed in my dream.

"Finally woke up, I thought you would not be able to hold on!"

A hearty male voice came all the way from outside the house.

"How long have I passed out?"

Zhao Zhenye touched his head, but there was no injury on his head, but his left leg was entangled with some clean soft cloth.

"It's been seven days. Fortunately, your life is hard enough. Drinking herbal soup, you'll be fine."

The man walked up to Zhao Zhenye, and saw that he was black and beardless, about 30 years old, wearing home-woven linen clothes, which was a typical attire of mountain people in Nanyun Province.

"Is my leg broken?"

Zhao Zhenye struggled to get up, but felt a pain in his leg.

"It's not broken, it's just a big cut, bleeding a lot. Now I can't move, so don't move, take a good rest, let the flesh grow out."

"Did you save me?"

Zhao Zhenye asked.

"Well, I went to the mountain to gather herbs that day, and when I saw you lying on that dirt road, I carried you back."

"The grace of saving life is unforgettable, may I ask your benefactor's name?"

Zhao Zhenye couldn't help asking when he saw that this man had saved him.

"Duan Liang, that person just now was my guest, thanks to her help from time to time these few days, but I finally saved my life!"

Duan Liang seemed to be very emotional as he spoke.

Zhao Zhenye passed out, but he didn't see the scene of his illness later, his whole body was hot, and there was a bowl-sized wound on his leg, all kinds of things made Duan Liang think that Zhao Zhenye would lose too much blood and die.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhenye survived.

However, although the high fever caused by the inflammation subsided, the flesh on his legs would not grow for a while. After Zhao Zhenye woke up, he could only lie on the bed and dare not move.

After resting for more than a week, Zhao Zhenye tried to get up.

Due to lying down for too long and bleeding too much before, Zhao Zhenye just got out of bed, his feet touched the ground, and he almost fell down again. Fortunately, he held on to the bed frame so that he didn't fall into the mud.

However, he was really taken aback when he walked to a round standing mirror on the table in front of the bed and looked at it.

The self in the mirror has a shaggy beard, hair drooping randomly, and a long welt on his face, stretching from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth, like a prisoner who escaped from the prison.

Thanks to Duan Liang's courage, he not only took him in, but also treated him.

The image in the mirror made Zhao Zhenye feel that he was very strange. In fact, not only him, even Zhao Shuo, his own father standing in front of him at this moment, would not recognize him.

Because, in the past, Zhao Zhenye wore top-notch handmade clothes, and casual outfits cost tens of thousands of yuan. His hair was well-groomed by a professional hairdresser, and his beard was shaved clean every day.

Although his face was black and red from the sun on the construction site, it showed a bit of male health and beauty.

Such a healthy atmosphere, coupled with exquisite clothing, is completely the standard appearance of a successful man.

Where is the unshaven beard like now, the hair is knotted and clumps because it has not been washed, this image, put in the city, is similar to a beggar.

If Zhao Zhenye was squatting on some overpass with a bowl in front of him without makeup, someone would throw coins into the bowl in front of him immediately, and he would look like a beggar gang leader.

However, Zhao Zhenye, who was staring at the mirror in a daze, didn't care about his own image at this time, because although the face in the mirror was unfamiliar, he still couldn't remember who he was.

"Are you able to get up? Your feet will feel weak when you wake up. After all, you have lost so much blood, and you haven't walked for half a month.

But don't worry, after drinking my medicine and exercising for a period of time, you will be as good as before. "

Duan Liang came in from outside the house and saw Zhao Zhenye staring at himself in a daze in the mirror, so he comforted him and put the medicine bowl in his hand on the table. And carefully cooked.

"you are a doctor?"

Zhao Zhenye asked Duan Liang.

"I can't talk about a doctor, I'm just a grass-headed doctor in the quack. I just recently returned to the village from the city. It turned out that the witch doctor in the village died, and no one in the village has a doctor to call on me, so I was arrested. They stayed."

Duan Liang smiled lightly. It seems that although he is young, only in his early thirties, he has a lot of experience.

"Oh, I'm lucky to have you, otherwise, I would have gone to see the King of Hades by now." Zhao Zhenye had lingering fears, "By the way, besides me, have you seen another injured man? In his 20s, wearing a broken Leg glasses?"

"No, I seldom go to that mountain. I heard that there is a secret base in it. I don't like strangers approaching it. Everyone in our village knows it, so I don't go there.

It's just that we needed a herbal medicine that day, and it only grew there, so I took advantage of the dawn and passed by. I didn't expect to see you fainted on the ground on that scumbag road. "

Duan Liang recalled the situation that day, and told Zhao Zhenye one by one.

Hearing Duan Liang say that he didn't see any trace of another person, Zhao Zhenye's heart couldn't help but feel heavy. That Yang Zizai, who wanted to go home to serve his mother, just buried his young life in that nameless valley. ?

After drinking the herbal medicine Duan Liang boiled, Zhao Zhenye leaned on a stick that Duan Liang gave him, and with the help of the stick, he walked outside the house, which can be regarded as physical exercise.

Duan Liang's son, Duan Qi, is 10 years old and looks like a tiger. When Zhao Zhenye was in a coma, he followed his parents in curiously to take care of him.

Now that Zhao Zhenye is awake, the child will naturally not miss the opportunity to talk to him.

"Uncle, are you feeling better now?"

"It's okay, thank you for taking care of me when I was sick!" Zhao Zhenye touched the child's thick head, "What's the name of this village?"

"Duoyun Village!"

Duan Qi replied.

"Oh?"

Zhao Zhenye was taken aback. He felt that the name of this village was very familiar. Could it be that he had heard the name of this village before?

However, he tried his best to search in his memory, but he didn't find any trace, and when he thought about it, his mind felt a dull pain again.

"Hey, who owns this yard? It seems that no one lives there."

Zhao Zhenye pointed to a courtyard surrounded by adobe, which was very dilapidated, and the adobe walls on the side were all collapsed.

"This is the house of Duan Hu, the witch doctor in our village. However, my father said that he is dead, and died on the mountain with his stupid son."

Duan Hu?

Zhao Zhenye's head was in severe pain again, no, this name is so familiar, where did he hear it?

"Duan Qi, where are you? Your mother told you to go home and cook the stove."

At this time, Duan Liang's voice came from far away from the village.

"Hey, I see, go back right away!"

Duan Qi responded from the air, and said to Zhao Zhenye, "Uncle, you can go shopping slowly, I will help my mother cook the stove."

"Okay, let's go, good boy!"

The children in the countryside are all sensible, and at a young age, they know how to help the family with housework within their ability.

It's not easy for Zhao Zhenye to stop him, but Duan Hu's name is really very familiar. He feels that this person seems to have some kind of connection with himself.

Maybe, if you figure out who this person is, you can know your own origin?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenye walked in through the gap in the earthen wall. The wound on his leg was torn because of the movement of his leg, which caused him unceasing pain.

The yard is very simple, there are several large pottery water tanks along the wall, half of the yard is full of weeds, the door of the house is still locked, Zhao Zhenye stepped forward and pushed it, but if he didn't open it, he gave up .He didn't want the villagers to think that he was a thief. The injury is still not healed. If he was beaten out with a stick, it would be too wronged.

However, this simple outdoor scene was obviously not enough to evoke enough triggering memories for Zhao Zhenye. He walked along the courtyard wall with some difficulty, and saw the most complete ones beside the courtyard wall were those large water tanks.

The most puzzling thing is that on one of the large water tanks, the wooden lid was pressed with blue stones weighing more than a hundred catties, as if there was some treasure underneath.

Zhao Zhenye's curiosity suddenly arose. He used the wooden stick used to support his body in his hand, and one end was inserted under the stone. Using the principle of leverage, he pried the blue stone to the ground with little effort.

The green strip stone moved away, Zhao Zhenye exerted too much force and was already out of breath.

However, the wooden cover pressed under the blue strip stone also looked like a heavy wooden block. Zhao Zhenye stepped forward, moved a crack with difficulty, and looked inside...

(End of this chapter)