The sour apricot woman was not present. At this time, she was taking care of the gold leaf at home. At the moment when the squib exploded, she was busy in the yard, and she felt her heart sink hard, and she jumped wildly "suddenly". She thought that Jin Ye, who was sleeping on the earthen kang of the pot house, had any movement, so she hurriedly rushed to the house to investigate. Seeing that Jin Ye was sleeping sweetly, there was a shallow smile on his ruddy face. She relieved herself again, went back to the courtyard, and continued to work on the work in hand.

Director Wang of the commune hospital was at a loss in the face of the sour apricot, which had become like a blood gourd in front of him.

At this time, Sour Xing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, obviously due to excessive blood loss. His breathing was very weak, and only the slight heaving of his chest showed that the person was not dead, but that he was already a dead leaf after autumn that was about to fall off at any time, and there was no time to wait. Fortunately, there is the careful care of the National Day along the way, and there is still hope for treatment. However, with the existing technology and equipment of the commune hospital, there is simply no capacity to carry out effective rescue. Not to mention anything else, what Sour Xing urgently needs now is a blood transfusion to replenish the blood that has been lost a lot in his body. A commune hospital, where will there be a stock of ready-made plasma. Only necessary infusions can be given to replenish his depleted energy and delay the time of treatment.

The villagers almost knelt down for Dean Wang. They stared at Dean Wang, who was wearing a white coat, with blood-red eyes, and prayed over and over again for help. Mao Sheng pulled Dean Wang's shirt and cried and begged, What I have in my body is blood, you can take as much as you want. Even if you give all my blood to my uncle, as long as he can come back to life. After that, when you roll up your sleeves, you have to ask the doctor to prick a needle and draw blood.

Dean Wang broke free of the dirty hands that grabbed the placket of his clothes, and said, "Don't make a mess." I immediately asked the commune for a car. I have to rush to the county hospital, and it will be too late to delay.

He ran back to the hospital office, picked up the phone and called the commune party committee, asking Secretary Shen to listen to the phone directly. After a while, Yang Xiande answered the phone and said, your hospital roof collapsed, or the roof caught fire. Why are you looking for Secretary Shen like a ghost. He wasn't at home, he went to the county for a meeting. Dean Wang told him about the sour apricot, saying that he had to be transferred to the hospital, and if he didn't, this person would die. I heard the phone buckle with a "snap", and my ears were full of blind sounds of "beep".

Not long after, a tractor arched its head into the hospital. Coming with the front of the car were Yang Xiande and a small civil servant of the commune party committee. Dean Wang rushed forward and wanted to explain to Yang Xiande. Yang Xiande waved his hand and said, don't talk about anything, the jeep is not at home, and now he has borrowed a tractor head from a village in Beishan. Hurry up and get in the car and leave, and ask the civil servant to follow, and you will accompany you. If you need anything, just call quickly. I'm going to call their hospital and ask them to make a pre-arrangement.

The tractor head was too small, and only sour apricot, xylophone, National Day, People, Ye'er and Dean Wang were stuffed. The others watched the tractor bouncing and disappearing, and their hearts were all uneasy.

Although there was an emergency rescue from Dean Wang and others, Sour Apricot's physique was getting weaker and weaker. Coupled with the bumps along the way, the blood on the thighs began to flow out again. When I arrived at the emergency room of the county hospital, it was already dark. The sour apricot had fallen into a severe coma, and only a breath as thin as a gossamer remained. The entire right leg was purple and bruised, and it was swollen like overheated dough. [End of Chapter]