Chapter 103 [Master, Help Me]
If someone were to knock on the door like this in the middle of the night in Africa or Central Asia, it would definitely not be a good thing, but in rural India. No one dares to do anything to a high-caste noble lord? The reason for such confusion must be that something unexpected happened, so I asked my master for help.
The two young couples were not afraid. They supported each other and came to the living room to direct the servants and quickly turned on the big light in the central living room. At this time, I saw a group of people coming in noisily outside. They all came to the door of the living room and stopped. At this time, Brooke, the human flesh mule, walked out of the crowd and came to the living room with a livid face. He saw that Belsinger was still there. Mrs. Lina was already sitting on the sofa waiting for her.
Brooke sighed and stepped forward and said, "Sir, here comes the trouble. I don't know what's going on in the heads of these damn Sudra workers in the cement factory. They actually rode their bicycles back to Lagar in the middle of the night after getting off work at the cement factory." Valley, something happened in the end. One person fell and was seriously injured. His life is in danger. I want to ask for your help. "
Knowing the seriousness of the situation, even if the life of a Sudra is not a big trouble for a high-caste man like himself, these cement factory workers are all his own villagers. He has been a slave of the Singer family for hundreds of years and has served his family for such a long time. As a master, he has the responsibility to protect them and save their lives, so the situation is very serious.
Mr. Singh heard that the cement factory worker accidentally fell down on the way back to the Lagar Valley while walking the mountain road all night after get off work in the afternoon. It would be okay if he fell on the rocky mountain. It's not like a blood gourd. It's midnight now, and seeing a half-dead injured like a blood gourd can't help but frighten the little girl Lina.
So he quickly turned around, patted his strength and hugged himself, and whispered, "Little girl, I also heard what Brooke said. The scene is too bloody, so you quickly go back to the room to rest. I will take care of everything. Don’t get involved when it’s done, be obedient and go back quickly.”
Lina is not an unreasonable and wild girl. She knows the priorities of the matter and also knows that Brother Bell is protecting her. Not wanting to be frightened, he nodded obediently, let go of Belsinger's arm, stood up on the sofa, and while walking, ordered the maid following him to make tea and get some snacks for Belsinger. Tonight is definitely going to be a lively night. I don’t know if I can take a rest.
Seeing Lina return to the room without looking back, Belinger changed his gentle look and turned livid. With Brooke's help, he stood up from the sofa and asked Brooke as he walked. "Brook, what day is it today? Are these workers out of their minds? Why did they return to the village in the middle of the night after get off work?"
Brooke, the human mule, thought back and said seriously, "Master, today is February 1, 2001. The time now is 11:25, which is exactly midnight. Is there any problem?"
What's the problem? The problem is big. Now Belsinger finally knows what went crazy among these cement factory workers. When I got off work at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, I actually rushed back from the town overnight. Today is February 1st, which happens to be the day when the cement factory opens wages. Since the cement factory asbestos tile factory had just been completed and put into production last month, it was very busy at work.
The manager of the cement plant, Mabrigaol, asked for instructions and issued a notice informing the cement plant workers that they were not allowed to go home in January. It is now February 1st. Villagers who have worked in the cement factory for almost two months have saved up two months of wages and can finally go home. Can they not be happy?
So we rushed back all night, but these villagers were accustomed to walking at night and on mountain roads, let alone those with flashlights. Even if he walked on the mountain road in the dark, he would not fall down from the mountain. There was something fishy about this. With Brooke's help, he finally arrived at the garden space in the center of the castle.
I saw a lot of anxious people in cement factory uniforms gathered around a stretcher. On the stretcher was a bloody middle-aged man. There were two women, one large and one small, holding on to the unconscious man lying on the stretcher, crying and screaming. At first glance, it was this man's wife and daughter. Although Belsinger, you have any medical knowledge, you saw this man's head was badly injured and bleeding.
His body was covered in blood and his hands and feet were broken, with bones protruding from his body. It looked horrifying. Even though he was lying on a stretcher, he had more air coming out and less air coming in. If it weren't for the rising and falling of his chest, he would have thought he was a dead person. This good guy was a gourd of blood.
At this time, Belsinger shouted to the workers in the crowd wearing cement factory uniforms. "Who is the official? Come out to me? Tell me what's going on. Brooke took out the medicine box at home and quickly stopped the bleeding. If he can stop the bleeding from the wounds on his body, this person can still be saved, so act quickly. "
At this time, a dark-skinned Shudra who looked pretty decent, even though he was only in his 20s, squeezed out from the crowd. But among this group of illiterate people, one of the villagers who is still promising said breathlessly to Mr. Belsinger. "Sir, I am the deputy director of these people's workshop. You can ask me anything."
Belsinger was ashen and asked, "What I want to ask is that these villagers have been accustomed to it since they were young. Why did they accidentally fall down the mountain when walking at night on the mountain road? Could it be because they were drunk."
Although these villagers were illiterate, they were not fools. Knowing that Mr. Belsinger was angry, they unconsciously moved a few steps away to avoid the sharp attack. But the young and promising deputy director of the workshop could not escape, so he could only bite the bullet and speak tremblingly.
"It's like this, sir. Today is February 1st. The workers of the cement factory haven't been home for two months. They saved up two months' wages and planned to go home to give their families a surprise. The worker who fell down the hillside bought a brand new bicycle. He accidentally fell down the mountain while learning how to ride a bicycle on the mountain road, resulting in such serious consequences."
Although the moon is big today, these workers walking at night will definitely bring flashlights, but you are a person who can't ride a bicycle. You bought a new bicycle and actually learned to ride a bicycle on the mountain path down the mountain. You are not looking for death. You are not going to die.
You have to fall when learning to ride a bicycle on the road? It's better to fall on the hillside. You are not looking for death. What are you doing. But people are injured. Why don't you send them to the hospital immediately? Why do you carry them to Singh Castle in Lagar Village?
Isn't this delaying treatment? Is there a doctor in Singh Castle? Am I a doctor, your master Bel Singh? Why don't you send them to the hospital and carry them back quickly? When Belsinger asked these workers and villagers from the cement factory, they sighed thoughtfully and realized that they, a group of grown men, had made such a serious mistake.
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It almost killed the life of this worker who was learning to ride a bicycle on the hillside. He carried the person to the hospital at the place where he was injured. There were also people who carried the injured to the Lagar Valley and sent them to the hospital. It was hard to tell which distance was shorter and which was longer.