Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 310: Jingjing Gets Injured

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Jingjing Gets Injured

After watching for half a day, she finally saw someone enter the house.

It was those who had gone out to search for people, but they seemed to be in bad shape.

Jhiang Yuan couldn’t care less about anything else; she grabbed her hat and rushed out.

The door was incredibly hard to close; despite her efforts, she couldn’t manage it.

Just as she was about to enter her space to call her father out, a pair of large hands grabbed hers.

She felt an immense force, and then the door slammed shut with a "bang."

Looking up, she met Song Yi’s eyes, and for some reason, felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

Thank goodness he was back, thank goodness he was safe.

"How did it go, did you find anyone?"

As Jhiang Yuan spoke, the wind filled her mouth.

Song Yi quickly stepped in front of her to shield her, but it wasn’t much better.

He didn’t speak; he just grabbed her hand and started walking out.

Well, if one were to go alone, the difficulty would undoubtedly be significant.

There were cries coming from inside the house; this was Liang Kang’s home.

What happened?

Jhiang Yuan asked with her eyes, and Ye Mianmian also came out, certainly having heard the commotion or perhaps observing the situation outside.

Song Yi furrowed his brow, looking at Xiao Ling carefully cradling the child in her arms.

Then he pulled back his clothes to reveal Jingjing’s pale face.

Good heavens!

Jhiang Yuan couldn’t help covering her mouth; she had only seen Xiao Ling in bad shape, but now seeing Jingjing, she was truly shocked.

Not to mention the rest of her body, there was a big red patch on her forehead where she had been struck.

Blood was flowing everywhere, her face was beyond recognition.

The most terrifying thing was that there was a shard of glass stuck in her left cheek.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Xiao Ling couldn’t help starting to cry, and Liang Kang also had red-rimmed eyes.

Among these people, there was no Fan Qing; they didn’t know if he hadn’t made it over there.

"Stop crying, Liang Kang, hurry up and get some hot water.

Xiao Ling, take off her clothes, be careful not to touch the wounds, and check for any other injuries.

Jhiang Yuan, come with me to get the medicine."

"Okay..."

The group started to busily but efficiently handle the situation, Liang Kang with the hot water bottle in hand, made for the door.

"What are you doing? They’ve stopped supplying hot water below."

This information had been relayed by her father.

With the current situation, it made sense.

"I still have some at home, I’ll go get it..."

Ye Mianmian called out and quickly ran off.

Before Liang Kang could express his thanks, the door was already opening, and he hurriedly followed.

Song Yi led her to his room, where he rummaged through a backpack.

He took out one item after another.

Jhiang Yuan knew this was to prevent theft, so he had scattered the items for safekeeping.

It was similar to the saying about the crafty rabbit having three burrows, probably a habit left over from his previous line of work.

Both were quick, and they had many medicines for treating external injuries.

"Take this..."

Song Yi handed her a small bag filled with all kinds of surgical knives, tweezers, and such.

These were likely collected from the community hospital, and she had the same kinds at home.

Xiao Ling had already removed Jingjing’s shirt, and the young girl had now fallen unconscious.

Throughout the process, there was a slight fluctuation in her expression, indicating she was in pain.

With tears streaming down her face, she remained strong and tended to her daughter.

Liang Kang returned with the hot water, and Ye Mianmian stood by, looking helpless.

"I’m not sure if I can save her, I can only try to treat the external wounds."

Xiao Ling turned her head to look at her, and nearly fell to her knees.

"Brother Song, please, please help..."

"Jhiang Yuan, come and help. Ye Mianmian, go tidy up Xiao Ling."

"Okay..."

She was injured too, but for the sake of her daughter, she was just forcing herself to hold on.

There was no time to ask what had happened; Jhiang Yuan looked over Jingjing’s upper body.

The critical areas had no fatal injuries; it was just that her face was badly hurt.

Once Song Yi received the signal, he started to get busy.

Jhiang Yuan followed by wiping her face to prepare for stopping the bleeding.

The wounds had started to heal poorly, with the remaining blood showing signs of clotting, likely because the weather was too cold.

Even the natural warmth of skin was not enough.

"Hot water..."

"Right, right, right..."

Liang Kang was in a flurry as he poured hot water into a bowl, and Jhiang Yuan used gauze to wipe her.

But with so much blood, the gauze meant for dressing the wound later wouldn’t be enough.

"Mianmian, do you have any cotton soft wipes?"

"I do..."

"I have them too..."

Xiao Ling got excited; disregarding her own injuries, she hurriedly ran inside and brought out more than half a pack.

With these, they would definitely serve as a decent substitute.

Song Yi used the lighter to sterilize the tweezers.

Once he was ready, he had Liang Kang come over to help, holding Jingjing down.

He had to remove the glass shards first, quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly...

If there were any hesitation, getting out the shards embedded in the skin later would be torture, especially since it was on her face.

Everyone was ready; Song Yi concentrated, Jhiang Yuan didn’t dare to interrupt, also holding the child’s head steady.

Everyone watched their actions intently, including Xiao Ling, who had also come over.

Ye Mianmian wanted to call her, but felt a bit embarrassed to do so.

"Ah..."

As Song Yi pulled it out, the little girl woke up from the pain and reached out to grab.

But Liang Kang held her down, and she started crying anxiously.

Song Yi did not dare to press down directly, as it was still uncertain whether there were any tiny fragments inside.

If he tried to stop the bleeding directly, it might cause more pain.

"Jingjing, don’t cry, please don’t cry. Tears in the wound will make it hurt more."

Jhiang Yuan quickly wiped her tears away. Such suffering would be unbearable even for an adult, let alone a child.

Truly...

Xiao Ling also came over to comfort her, tears flowing unconsciously.

"Don’t cry. Sing Jingjing a song she likes."

Jhiang Yuan just hoped to distract her attention through singing.

Xiao Ling wiped her tears and, sure enough, began to sing, while Ye Mianmian came over to steady the child’s head.

Song Yi had no choice but to don medical gloves; he needed to feel around to ensure there were no remnants.

Though it was painful for the child, this step could not be skipped; he tried to be as gentle as possible.

Jingjing still grimaced in pain, crying out.

"Nothing’s left; stop the bleeding."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jhiang Yuan hurried over with the cotton soft wipes to clean up, then pressed down on the wound.

Song Yi brought over the Hemostatic Powder, and once it was almost done, began applying the medication.

The wound on her forehead too, thankfully, was just one of two spots.

The other injuries were just some abrasions, nothing particularly serious.

After nearly two hours of work, they finished treating Jingjing.

Covering her with a blanket, letting her rest, they finally relaxed.