The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Chapter 7, Space_1

"Daohua and Wentao, why haven't they come back yet?"

Outside the woods on top of the carriage, Old Lady Yan stretched her neck peering into the woods from time to time, her face etched with clear worry.

Grandpa Sun was also appearing somewhat anxious, "Old Lady, shall I go and look for them?" The Escort Bureau's horses and carriages had already passed by the previous moment, and if they didn't chase after them now, they were afraid they wouldn't be able to catch up anymore.

Old Lady Yan waved her hand, "No, if you missed them, that would be bad."

Just then, Grandma Sun cried out in surprise.

"They're back, they're back!"

Old Lady Yan and Grandpa Sun both turned their heads joyfully toward the woods. When they saw Wentao carrying a young man on his back and Daohua supporting another, stumbling as they ran over, both of their faces changed dramatically.

"Quick, go and meet them," Old Lady Yan almost instinctively blurted out.

Without another word, Grandpa Sun ran toward the group of four.

With Grandpa Sun's assistance, soon Daohua and the others got on the carriage.

The moment they were on board, Grandpa Sun didn't need to be instructed; he whipped the horses and the carriage sped off.

In the carriage, Daohua didn't have time to explain to Old Lady Yan, rapidly taking out a small porcelain bottle from her bundle: "Third Brother, lift his shirt, I need to apply the medicine."

Yan Wentao immediately did as told, but when he touched the bloody traces on the abdomen of the wounded young man, his hands trembled slightly.

When the injured young man's shirt was lifted, a shocking bloodstain was immediately brought into everyone's sights.

Seeing Daohua clumsily lift the porcelain bottle to pour on the wound of the injured youth, another young man quickly reached out his hand, "His injuries are too serious, we need to find a doctor first, you can't just apply any medicine arbitrarily."

Daohua's eyes widened, "Where can we find a doctor now? By the time you find one, he'll have bled to death."

The young man also knew that finding a doctor at that moment was next to impossible, but he couldn't help feeling worried.

The injured young man got hurt trying to save him; it would be terrible if, instead of dying at the hands of traffickers, he died because of the wrong medicine.

"But... but you can't just apply medicine recklessly, can you?"

"What do you mean recklessly, this is good hemostatic medicine!" The injured young man had already turned somewhat pale due to excessive blood loss, Daohua was anxious and seeing the young man holding on to her not letting go, with an outstretched hand, she directly shoved him away.

Under normal circumstances, the young man surely wouldn't have been pushed away, but he had been starved for several days by the traffickers and had also fought with a woman earlier, he had long since been drained of strength.

Thrown aside, the young man hit his head and immediately passed out, slipping into darkness, he helplessly watched as Daohua scattered some unknown powder onto the injured young man.

The carriage fell silent as Daohua concentrated on applying the medicine.

During this time, Old Lady Yan hadn't said a word until Daohua had finished applying the medicine and the wounded young man had fallen into a coma, only then did she glare furiously at Daohua and Yan Wentao.

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"Grandmother, don't be angry, Daohua dares not do it again in the future."

"Is there anything you wouldn't dare to do in this world? Look at you, how could you be so bold? Those were murderers and human traffickers; have you ever considered what the consequences would be if they caught you... if by any chance you were taken away by them?"

"And you, Yan Wentao, Daohua doesn't know better, but do you also lack sense? Following her in her reckless endeavors."

"Grandmother, I was wrong."

"You were wrong..."

Amidst his grogginess, Xiao Yeyang vaguely heard three people conversing in whispers. At first, he was somewhat baffled, but as soon as he remembered that he might have escaped from the traffickers, he instantly became alert and abruptly opened his eyes.

This old carriage clearly did not belong to any particularly wealthy or noble family.

At this moment, only he and the stabbed young man were inside the carriage.