Sha Ting descended the ladder with trembling legs as she searched the messy antechamber for her brother.

She saw him.

The elder brother threw himself straight down in the corner between the fireplace and the cupboard, turning his head sideways and lying in a pile of viscous liquid. At first, she thought it was broken wine, but when she crossed the overturned table and chair, she realized that he had fallen into her own blood and vomit. The ground around him was covered in blood, and his sackcloth shirt was soaked in blood so much that he couldn't see its original color.

But he's alive!

As soon as Sha Ting saw him in the corner of the house, she stared at his back, and she saw her brother's back tremble with breathing! She ran to her brother and knelt down and called out the name of Apollona, thanking the goddess for her mercy and mercy to their brother and sister.

Gently touching Ah Xun's hands and feet, Sha Ting found that no bones were broken. My brother's face was swollen and red, the flesh on his eyebrow bone was bursting open, and the blood stains stuck to his exposed left eye, but his eyes were fine. There must have been a wound on his head because the hair was stuck together, but it wasn't big because the blood had clotted. At present, it appears that the most serious injury to his arm was cut by glass or a dinner knife. The deep wound stretched from the shoulder to the elbow, the flesh turned outward, and the blood gurgled out.

After telling herself that she must calm down, Sha Ting untied her belt, wrapped it tightly around her brother's shoulder twice, and then tied the knot hard. Then he quickly got up and went to make a fire, boil water, and go up to the attic to check the medicine box left by his mother. Pick out what you can use inside—gauze, a looper, a vial of sheep gut, half a box of comfrey cream, and a dash of opium oil.

She went downstairs with the medicine box in her arms, and with all her strength moved her brother from the dark corner to the light.

The water was already boiling, and she threw the scient needle into the pot and continued to boil and sterilize.

Scoop out a bowl of water, add a little cold water, and carefully soap and wash your hands and forearms.

Melt a small piece of soap in boiling water, wash the wound on my brother's arm, carefully push the turned flesh back near the wound, dry it with clean gauze, and wrap the arm tightly with gauze.

While waiting for the wound to fit, she carefully wiped the blood and vomit off her brother's face with a damp cloth.

Yaxun knew that Sha Ting was coming, and shook his head slightly.

Sha Ting kissed him on the cheek and whispered to him, "Brother, hold on, I will save you!" You have to trust me! You have to be brave! ”