As soon as he woke up, his strength had not yet recovered, Pi Yang gasped weakly, moved his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Jiangzi, where am I?" ”

"This is Wuxian Temple, Brother Piyang, great, you finally woke up!" Song Jiang hadn't slept peacefully for several days, and his eyes were bloodshot, but when he saw Pi Yang wake up, he was happy, and the exhaustion of his whole body was swept away.

Pi Yang grinned, laboriously raised his hand and patted Xiao Jiangzi's arm, and then slowly turned his head to look around, on the left hand side is a big Buddha, the base is full of dust, on the right hand side is the bare door frame, the door panels and windows fell in pieces at the door, looking inside is the backyard, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the meditation room inside has also collapsed, it seems that this is a dilapidated temple.

He looked back weakly and said, "How did I come here?" ”

Song Jiang shook his head: "I don't know, my father asked me to come here to take care of you, and asked me not to talk to others." Brother Piyang, you've been in a coma for three days, what's wrong? ”

Three days? Pi Yang was horrified in his heart, and he struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, he touched the wound, and it hurt so much that he let out a cry of pain, and his facial features were twisted into a heap.

"Brother Piyang, don't move!" Song Jiang was startled, hurriedly held him down, and said anxiously: "The wound has not healed yet, when you had a nightmare just now, you beat your chest hard, and it bleeds, and I can't pull it." ”

Pi Yang took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and endured the severe pain to prop up his upper body with both hands, Song Jiang was anxious, but he couldn't resist him, so he had to hurriedly step forward and let him lean on his shoulder. Pi Yang gasped, sweating profusely, leaned on Xiao Jiangzi's shoulder and stabilized for a while, then looked down to check the wound.

I saw that he was lying on a mat made of straw, naked, with a circle of gauze wrapped around his chest, soaked with black medicine and blood, and lifted the quilt to take a look, and the calf of his left foot was also wrapped in gauze, he tried to move his toes, fortunately, he didn't hurt his hamstrings, and his legs were hugged.

Song Jiang was afraid that his injuries would worsen, so he said with a crying voice: "Brother Piyang, you better lie down first, the doctor will be here in a while." ”

Pi Yang raised his hand, looked at his palm, and immediately clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and laughed: "I just want to feel what it feels like to be alive, Xiao Jiangzi, don't worry, it's not in the way, it's all a small injury, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

As long as the calf is okay, just this little injury, just wipe some of the little girl's gold sore medicine. Thinking of the little girl, he hurriedly said, "Xiao Jiangzi, where is your father?" ”

Song Jiang looked at the sunshine outside: "In the past few days, my father has taken Lang Zhong to come at noon, and brought me food by the way, and he also came in the afternoon." As soon as the words fell, he heard footsteps outside, and Song Jiang said happily: "They are here!" ”

"Jiang'er, who are you talking to?" As a puzzled voice sounded, a man in his forties walked out from the side of the big Buddha statue, it was Song Gang, followed by a white-bearded old man carrying a medical box.

Song Gang saw Pi Yang leaning on Jiang Er's shoulder, and strode forward in surprise and said, "Xiaoyang, are you awake?!" ”

"Uncle Song." Pi Yang called with a smile, turned his head to look at the white-bearded old man, nodded and said, "Old man, thank you for your hard work." ”

The white-bearded old man didn't reply to him, closed his eyes and snorted: "I said it all, this kid will wake up today, you still have to let me run,"