Chapter 1154 He Is Not Dead Yet! (2nd Update)

Lao Zhang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his body trembled, and his pants suddenly became wet.

He didn't feel ashamed at all. He only had a strong feeling of surviving the disaster in his heart, as if he had walked through the gate of hell.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally couldn’t help but came over. They looked around at the man on the tiger corpse and kept talking.

"He's really a human being. He's seriously injured. I don't know whether he's dead or alive..."

"This man seemed to have fallen from the sky and smashed the spotted tiger to death. He saved us..."

"..."

After Lao Zhangtou finally recovered, he broke away from the crowd, walked over shakily, bent down and reached out to explore the man's nose.

"He...he's not dead yet, he's still breathing..." he said with great excitement.

Everyone immediately exclaimed: "It's unbelievable that he's not dead after being so seriously injured..."

"But seeing as he's injured so badly, he probably won't survive. Otherwise, we'd better just leave him alone..." someone said.

The others fell silent immediately.

yes!

They are all poor people, otherwise they would not have participated in the tiger hunting operation for these ten taels of silver.

Bringing such a wounded person back, not to mention eating and drinking is a problem, just treating the injury will cost a lot of money.

Butler Wu squeezed out from the crowd and hesitated to speak: "This person's origin is unknown. I think..."

"no!"

Lao Zhangtou suddenly spoke and interrupted him: "Steward Wu, don't forget, if it weren't for this person, we would all die..."

Everyone was silent again, and Butler Wu looked ashamed.

"Butler Wu!"

Lao Zhangtou softened his expression and said, "You said earlier that when we killed the tiger, each of us was given ten taels of silver, and the one who contributed the most was given twenty taels. Does that still count?"

"Fine, of course it will count." Butler Wu nodded.

"Well!"

Lao Zhangtou said: "Tian Peng is dead. I don't want the ten taels of silver. You give Tian Peng's share and my share to his family. As for the twenty taels, you have to treat this man's injuries."

When the others heard what he said, they all looked ashamed. Li Liuzhi took over and said, "Give Lao Zhangtou half of my ten taels of silver."

"I also allow five taels of silver from my share to treat this little brother's injuries. Whether he can survive depends on his own luck..."

"And I……"

The others spoke one after another.

…

Dongzhang Village, a small village with a total population of less than 500, was named Dongzhang Village because the local surname was Zhang.

"Dang...dang...dang..."

At the door of Zhang Ji's iron shop at the east end of the village, a well-built woman was standing in the hot shed, waving a hammer in her hand to strike a piece of red-hot iron.

At this time, a group of people rushed into the house hurriedly surrounding Lao Zhangtou, who was also carrying a young man covered in blood on his back.

The face of the blacksmith woman changed slightly, and she rushed into the house with a hammer. As soon as she entered the door, she shouted: "Dad, you can't die. If you die, how will I live..."

When she finished speaking, she saw her father standing beside the bed alive and well, and there was a man covered in blood lying on the bed.

The woman smiled bitterly: "Dad, who is he?"

Lao Zhangtou took out a dry towel to wipe the body of the person on the bed, and said without looking back: "Cuihua, go and invite your Grandpa Lin here, life is at stake..."

In just half a day, everyone in Dongzhang Village knew about the tiger hunting operation.

Everyone was sweating when they learned that they had encountered a demon tiger that had mastered the power of climate. And after hearing that a young man covered in blood fell from the sky and killed the tiger, countless people became excited. It's incredible.

Some people don't believe it. After all, they have never seen a person who fell from the sky and was not crushed to death. Some people say that the young man is actually a god who descended to earth...

For a time, many people in the village rushed to Zhang Ji Iron Shop, trying to see what the young man looked like.

However, he was shocked when Lao Zhangtou's daughter Cuihua took out a small bench and sat at the door with a hammer in hand.

…

Inside the house, Lao Zhangtou had wiped off all the blood on the man, and the man was wrapped in white cloth and made into a rice dumpling by Dr. Lin, the only doctor in the village.

Lao Zhangtou looked extremely nervously at the old man in green shirt carrying the medicine box in front of him: "Old Lin, how are you? Is there any hope?"

"Did this person really fall from the sky?" Doctor Lin answered the question.

"I'm not so sure either."

Lao Zhangtou shook his head: "I was so frightened at the time that I didn't see clearly at all. Just tell me whether he can survive."

"This young man was seriously injured. I believe you have seen it. There are scars all over his body, and some wounds even penetrated his heart and lungs..."

Hearing this, Lao Zhangtou also looked shocked. When he took off the other party's clothes, he was also shocked. The dense wounds were like broken wine bottles.

"Old man, I have been practicing medicine for decades, and this is the first time I have seen someone with such tenacious vitality. Now I can only rely on his luck..."

Doctor Lin stroked his beard and was silent for a long time and said: "I don't suggest you save him. Even if such a serious injury can be cured, the money it will cost is beyond your imagination..."

"If it were anyone else, I would never be so generous, but who asked him to save me?"

Old Zhang gritted his teeth and said: "Although I, Old Zhang, am a small person, I also know that a favor must be repaid. At worst, I will sell the iron shop..."

Doctor Lin left.

Since then, Zhang's Iron Shop has also closed down, and Old Zhang and his daughter Cuihua have been guarding the young man on the bed almost every step of the way.

The savings have been spent less and less, and the young man is still unconscious. The rumors about him in the village have gradually dissipated, and everyone thinks that he will not survive.

"Who are you?"

Cuihua stayed by the bed, holding her chin with her hand, quietly looking at the young man's facial features, her eyes were very curious, and the latter's handsome features made her blush a little.

In the past few days, she was almost the one who changed the medicine and gauze for the young man, so she also saw his body.

When she saw the dense wounds on the young man's body, she, who had been climbing trees to take bird eggs since she was a child and beat a group of naughty children until they cried loudly, couldn't stop crying out of heartache.

"They all say you fell from the sky, is that true?"

"How come you are so beautiful? And why do you have so many white hairs at such a young age?"

"What's your name?"

"When will you wake up?"

"..."

Such conversations often occurred in the following days, sometimes making Old Zhang feel that his daughter who couldn't get married was insane.

On the seventh day, when Cuihua went to Doctor Lin's house to get the last dose of external compress and went home, she saw that the bed was empty.

She turned around subconsciously and wanted to go out to look for him, but she saw a naked young man standing blankly at the door of her house.

"Ah!!!"

"Dad, Dad, he's awake, come quickly..."

A piercing voice echoed in a radius of 100 meters, and the chickens and dogs jumped in panic.