Chapter 1998 Encountering Zhao Ping

"Okay, mother doesn't rush you, you can come as long as you're happy." Qian Chunxiu just felt sorry for Ma Xiaofeng. Knowing this girl's current condition, it's not easy to find a good one.

Hoping for a miracle to happen in the future.

The mother and daughter chatted for a while before entering the house.

As for Zhao Wenshui, he lay on the ground for a long time without seeing anyone passing by.

Damn it, isn't there anyone walking around the village right now? Why don't you even see a ghost? It's so weird.

It's a pity that the pain on his body dissipated a little. Not only was his arm dislocated, but when he rolled up his trouser legs, he saw that the skin on his leg was also rubbed off. No wonder the pain was so severe that he couldn't get up.

When Zhao Wenshui was heartbroken and wanted to scold God, Zhao Ping passed by the roadside carrying a load of firewood.

Zhao Wenshui saw Zhao Ping from a distance, and shouted excitedly, "Zhao Ping, Zhao Ping!"

His speech was still a little leaky, because he spoke in a hurry, the saliva was sticking with blood, and all of it spurted out of Zhao Wenshui's mouth at once.

As soon as Zhao Ping looked up, he saw Zhao Ping on the ground.

Because a tooth was knocked out, Zhao Wenshui's face was covered in blood now, as if he had suffered a lot.

Zhao Ping's heart tightened, so he rushed to Zhao Wenshui and asked Zhao Wenshui, "Brother Wenshui, what's wrong with you? Have you been beaten?"

Zhao Wenshui grimaced and said sadly, "No..."

"What's the matter? It hurts like this!" Zhao Ping asked.

"..." Zhao Wenshui didn't know how to answer for a while. If he said that he accidentally fell, it would be even more embarrassing, right?

There is no one like him in the whole village who can throw people so badly while walking.

Speaking out, it is estimated that others will laugh at him having eyes on the top of his head. Or blind, with a pair of white eyes.

"It's okay... Zhao Ping, I'm on the ground and I can't get up from the pain, and my hand is dislocated. Will you send me back?" Zhao Wenshui quickly changed the topic and begged Zhao Wenshui.

Zhao Ping hurriedly responded, "Okay, Brother Wenshui, I'm here!"

With that said, Zhao Ping helped Zhao Wenshui up from the ground.

Accidentally, he touched Zhao Wenshui's arm, and Zhao Wenshui cried out in pain again.

"Zhao Ping, lightly, it hurts me."

Zhao Ping was a little embarrassed and said, "That... Brother Wenshui, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to the heavy hand, are you all right?"

"It hurts to death, how can it be okay!" Zhao Wenshui complained, feeling that Zhao Ping did this on purpose.

Obviously, I saw that he was injured like this, why can't it be lighter and have to work harder.

"Brother Wenshui, you can bear it any longer and call a doctor back to show you." Zhao Ping comforted.

However, looking at Zhao Wenshui's reaction, it is still a bit exaggerated.

For a big man, it hurts when it hurts. There's no need to open your mouth and scream that it hurts.

He saw that many men had broken their arms, and he didn't make a sound.

"It's really unfortunate..." Zhao Wenshui grunted a few words and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

While Zhao Ping had to walk with Zhao Wenshui, he had to be careful not to hurt him. The speed of the two tossing was very slow, and it took a while to reach the courtyard of Lao Zhao's house.

At this time, there were several people standing in the courtyard, including Zhao Yuner.