It wasn't long before Zhiming and Wencheng, accompanied by Guo'an and Guoping from the Wang family, arrived with the boards from their family's bullock cart, which were just the right size. The four men lifted the injured man onto the boards and headed for the ginseng field.
Jinghan and the others stopped picking wild vegetables and followed them back.
They walked swiftly, carrying the man directly to the house where Zhixin lived. Zhixin and his family had received the message earlier and had already tidied up the bed. As soon as the man arrived, they laid him on it. Zhiming and Wencheng quickly began to examine his wounds.
"Jinghan, bring my medicine box. We need to treat this man quickly, or it's going to be tough. Big brother, do we still have any ginseng? Quickly make some ginseng soup; this man is hanging by a thread," Zhiming said while checking the injuries. "Wencheng, go fetch some boiling water, and bring some clean cloth to wash his wounds."
