When Gu Qing rushed to the mountain, Yao Guitang and the others had already disappeared.

In the fence at the mouth of the kiln, the craftsmen were holding torches, silently forming a circle, and Song Gensheng and his father were kneeling in front of Uncle Han, pounding handfuls of herbs into mud and rubbing them on Uncle Han's forehead.

The blood couldn't stop flowing, just put a handful of herbs on it, it was immediately washed away by blood, Song Gen still didn't give up, while applying the medicine while urging the person next to him to decoct the medicine, a bowl of medicinal soup was quickly served, Song Gen held up the back of Uncle Han's head, trying to pour the medicine into Uncle Han's mouth, Uncle Han was unconscious, gritted his teeth, and the medicinal soup all flowed out of his mouth.

Gu Qing's face was pale, and he watched all this in silence.

Uncle Han was lying on the ground, the blood flowing from his forehead was all over his face, his eyes were closed tightly, and the ups and downs of his chest gradually became weaker.

The wound was wide and deep, as if it had been split by a knife, Uncle Han's body twitched for a while, his face was as pale as paper, and his teeth were unconsciously gnawed.

Gu Qing had seen death in his previous life, he knew what death was like, and Uncle Han's appearance at the moment was not far from death.

The coldness of the whole body, and the kind of coldness that he really wanted to add clothes to himself, Gu Qing watched Song Gen trying in vain to save Uncle Han's life, and a circle of people next to him quietly surrounded him with torches, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and everyone couldn't make a sound, for fear of scaring away Uncle Han's soul that was about to leave his body.

Song Gen was sweating profusely, but he still did not give up applying medicine to Uncle Han's wound, perhaps the blood on Uncle Han's head had almost flowed, and the blood was finally stopped, Song Gen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly smeared a thick layer of medicinal mud on his forehead, and after a careful observation, he found that the blood finally stopped flowing, and Song Gen sat on the ground weakly, showing a prostration smile.

"If the bleeding stops, it's okay if it stops, you can't die, you can't die!" Song Gen said it over and over again, as if to cheer up the people around him, and as if to increase his confidence.

The surrounding craftsmen and villagers didn't understand, and when they heard this, they all showed happy smiles, and then praised Song Gen in a mess.

Only Gu Qing's face was still pale, and he stood trembling in front of Uncle Han.

As a person with some modern medical knowledge, Gu Qing knew that Uncle Han would not last long, his fatal wound was not a wound on his forehead at all, but the stick that smashed on his head, the strength of that stick was too terrible, no matter how hard the skull was, it was difficult to resist, at this time, Uncle Han was very close to a state of brain death.

What makes him even more powerless is that Uncle Han is about to die in front of him, and he, as a modern time-traveling person, has no way to save his life, the feeling of helplessness to watch a fresh life pass away in front of his eyes, just like his own life experience, wants to change, but there is nothing he can do, he can only leave a shadow for a lifetime.

What the hell is going on?

Obviously, at noon, he was still chatting and laughing with Uncle Han, talking about his parents' shortcomings, talking about those old feelings and cautious dreams, talking about his family, and talking about the future of the porcelain kiln.

The world is changeable, and good and bad are impermanent. But why did the misfortune have to befall this innocent and simple old man?

Gu Qing blamed himself very much, why didn't he send more villagers to take turns patrolling the kiln, why he didn't leave Uncle Han in the village for the night, and why he didn't predict and arrange those possible crises in advance.

After all, he underestimated people's hearts, and the price was Uncle Han's life.

Gu Qing looked around at the crowd and said in a calm voice, "Do you know who did it?" ”

The craftsmen looked at each other and shook their heads. It was pitch black at that time, and only Uncle Han met them head-on, but it was so far away that no one could hear what the two sides said.

Gu Qing smiled, he was surprised that he could actually laugh at this time.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, I was negligent." Gu Qing looked at Uncle Han lying on the ground, and his eyes became very sad.

Song Gen sat on the ground, looking at Uncle Han blankly, his expression was dazed, obviously he didn't have much confidence in his medical skills, the cheer just now was just a blessing, at this moment Uncle Han's face was covered with a faint layer of blue gray, it was already the face of a dead man. As a result, Song Gen's expression gradually became sad, he had never hated his shallow medical skills as much as he did today.

Gu Qing knelt in front of Uncle Han, helped him stroke a strand of messy hair, lowered his head to hold his warm hand, and quietly accompanied him through the last moments of his life.

The surrounding craftsmen gradually woke up from their joy, because they saw Gu Qing's expression, his expression was joyless, so everyone understood that the so-called "can't die" was just a ridiculous whisper.

"Uncle Song, can you help me wake up Uncle Han? Even if it's just for a moment. Gu Qing's expression had always been very calm, there was no anger, no roar, and his tone was as soft as a breeze passing through the Ping Lake.

Song Gen was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something, took out a long needle from the cloth bag he carried, and said, "I'll try." ”

A needle was shot, and I don't know where it stabbed Uncle Han's head, Uncle Han's eyelids trembled, and his fingers moved a few times unconsciously.

Gu Qing glanced at Song Gen deeply. I used to hear that no matter how bad the doctor was, he had the ability to take care of the bottom of the box, but at this moment, Song Gen's needle was probably his only housekeeping ability.

Gu Qing smiled at the surrounding craftsmen and said politely: "Everyone disperse, if you have the heart, help find it on the ground in the nearby radius to see if the thieves have left any clues." ”

The craftsmen obediently scattered, Song Gen's lips pursed, he wanted to speak and stopped, and met Gu Qing's smiling eyes, Song Gen suddenly sank, and walked away with his head down.

Uncle Han, who was lying on the ground, exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyelids were still not open, but his lips kept squirming, Gu Qing was happy in his heart, it seemed that he had temporarily regained consciousness.

Leaning into Uncle Han's ear, Gu Qing's voice was as low as a whisper: "Uncle Han, tell me, who hurt you." ”

Uncle Han's lips were still squirming, and Gu Qing almost put his ear to his lips, but he still couldn't hear a word clearly.

Gu Qing's eyes were red, and he said softly: "Uncle Han, I can't stand you, you work hard, make your voice a little louder, a little louder......"

Uncle Han took a breath hard, the rise and fall of his chest was a little rapid, his lips kept opening and closing, Gu Qing held his breath and put his ear to his lips, this time, he finally heard it clearly, his eyes were full of tears, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and his expression looked weird and terrifying.

Ears left Uncle Han's lips, Gu Qing held his hand, and said softly: "Okay, Uncle Han, I heard clearly, don't worry, I will take care of your family, and Erlang, I will help him say a family, all the things you want to get and can't think of, I will bear it, Gu Qing swears to you here." ”

His voice was as low as a mosquito, and Gu Qing whispered: "I will take revenge for your great revenge." Uncle Han, go with peace of mind, I owe you in this life, and I will pay you back in the next life. ”

The corners of Uncle Han's mouth suddenly hooked up a faint smile, and then he stopped breathing.