The person crying for help outside the door was Zhang Hu.
At that moment, he was sweating profusely as he supported a man whose face was covered in blood.
The man's right cheek was swollen, and a ghastly wound on his forehead bled profusely, dripping down his mud-splattered and footprint-covered clothes, making him look extremely disheveled.
Seeing this scene, Wang Chen was startled.
"Hu, what happened to Little Five?"
Zhang Hu shook his head, "I don't know, he was like this when I found him, and he won't say what happened. Hurry up and stop the bleeding and bandage him up. Look, his clothes are almost soaked in blood. If he keeps bleeding, he might lose his life."
Wang Chen pulled himself together and hurriedly went with Zhang Hu to help Little Five into the house.
After making Little Five sit down, he ran to the box beside him.
Before he came back from his intern at the hospital, Wang Chen had saved up a number of emergency supplies, all of which he now took out at once.
