"Aunt, aunt..."
The old door was pushed open a crack, and a dirty little boy ran in from the door, whimpering in grievance.
"Ning Ning, what's wrong with you?"
Tu Zhiying, who was doing homework in the room, looked up when she heard the sound. Seeing that the person who came was her eldest nephew, she quickly put down the pen in her hand and stepped forward to check.
The little boy's cheeks were full of tears, and two big snot hung on his mouth, one long and one short. From time to time, some would be sucked in violently due to the twitching when sobbing, and then slowly flow down.
"Huzi, Xiaolei, and Dayong... they all bullied me..."
"What?! Dare you bully my eldest nephew?"
Young Tu Zhiying had an exaggerated anger on her face, as if she had heard something incredible. She took the towel from the back of the chair and carefully wiped the tears and snot from the little boy's face.
"Yes, they all teamed up to bully me..."
However, the little boy obviously did not realize that his aunt was acting, and was very emotionally involved in detailing the "crimes" of others.
"Auntie will avenge you soon!"
Tu Zhiying patiently listened to the little boy's stuttering description, patted her chest, and spoke with heroic words.
"Auntie is the best!"
When the little boy heard this, a happy smile immediately broke out on his crying face...
Not long after, on the path beside the fields at the end of the village, there was a female student carrying a wooden stick, "chasing" the naughty kids who had bullied Zhang Ning.
Zhang Ning, on the other hand, followed his aunt, squealing happily, like a monkey that had won a great battle.
…
"Ning Ning..."
Pictures from the past flashed back in her mind, and Tu Zhiying's thoughts were brought back to reality by Zhang Ning's roar.
"Die with me!!!"
Zhang Ning's arms suddenly exerted force, pushing the coat hanger gun with one hand, and grabbing the white-skinned monster's paw with the other hand, staggering forward, and stabbing the gun head in a little further!
However, as the gun tip penetrated the monster's body, his chest was more completely pierced by the sharp claws, and the black and red blood soaked his back, creating a tragic scene.
"Invincibility starts with sacrificing the ancestor"
After staring blankly for a few seconds, Tu Zhiying kept repeating one sentence in her mind.
"Don't let my death be in vain."
The roars and chaotic footsteps of zombies on the streets in the distance can be vaguely heard. It seems that things are exactly as Zhang Ning said, and it is time to make a decision.
"Penetrating injuries and penetrating injuries are connected by two sinus tracts. Generally, the sinus tracts are in the subcutaneous tissue. Penetrating wounds in the chest also need to consider the possibility of damaging organs. Without considering organ damage, , it is easy to cause the superficial wound to heal, but pus still accumulates in the sinus..."
Tu Zhiying seemed to be stunned. She climbed up from the ground tremblingly, with a numb expression on her face, and limped towards the motorcycle.
"If pus accumulates in the sinus tract, bacteria will easily grow there and cause local infection. It is not necessary to inject immune globulin. The key is to pay attention to sufficient disinfection of the wound to avoid comprehensive infection..."
As she got on the motorcycle, Tu Zhiying stared blankly ahead, as if her soul had been pulled out of her whole body, leaving only emotionless muttering to herself.
"boom!"
The Ducati engine roared again, and the dull sound did not seem to bring the woman back from her dazed state, but instead further intensified her whispers.
"In the absence of medical conditions, the patient's sinus tracts should be cleaned as much as possible and then sealed. If suppuration occurs
, pus should be drained out in time to prevent secondary infection..."
The strong wind blew on her face, and the scenery on both sides of the street began to recede. As the roar of the zombies behind her gradually faded away, a sense of security slowly filled Tu Zhiying's brain.
There were no zombies to stop her, and there wasn't even an obstacle on the road ahead. As long as she reached the Baizhang intersection, she could meet her sister and brother-in-law and completely get rid of the threat of death.
"Baizhang intersection... Baizhang intersection..."
Hearing the sound of the motorcycle starting, Zhang Ning, who was in great pain, finally breathed a sigh of relief. From the corner of his eye, he glanced into the distance. Tu Zhiying was lying on the Ducati and driving quickly towards the distance.
I don't know whether it was due to pain or excessive blood loss, but Zhang Ning's vision began to blur, but Zhang Ning still did not let go of his hands holding the claws and the hanger gun. Just like a bronze statue, no matter how the monster opposite struggled, Zhang Ning remained motionless.
The constantly vibrating gun body drove Zhang Ning's left arm and even his entire body. The small rocking back and forth further stimulated the penetrating wound on his chest. Under the conduction of nerve numbness, the pain was reduced a lot, just one after another, like The feeling that comes from being beaten.
"Hey, why do you think of being bullied when you were a kid..."
Black blood overflowed from the corners of Zhang Ning's mouth, and images from his childhood began to flash back in his mind.
At that time, his family was still living in the countryside and had not yet moved to the city. The creek at the head of the village and the fields on both sides of the road were his favorite places to play. It was a carefree life.
At that time, Zhang Ning was the youngest in the village, and the friends around him were children who were three or four years older than him, or even seven or eight years old.
After chasing away the chickens and ducks at the village head's house, and throwing stones at the old yellow dog at the village tail's house, this group of naughty children found all the things that could entertain them and wandered around the village out of boredom.
Although the naughty children have no ill intentions, their animal nature is inherent in them. Excluding the weak seems to be a very good way to show one's identity, so the weakest Zhang Ning naturally becomes the target of children's play.
As the saying goes, children's words are unbridled. Children always say random and self-righteous words because they do not understand the truth of the matter, so as to attract the admiration of their peers or become the focus of the children.
At that time, Zhang Ning's grandparents, the parents of Tu Zhiying and Tu Yunxiao, had left their ancestral home for many years, and the lack of news about them made these bored naughty children curious.
Some of the leaders of these naughty children once questioned their parents, but they were all beaten back with sticks and belts. The adults seemed to know the truth of the matter, but they were just unwilling to tell these naughty children.
Over time, the answer to this puzzle has expanded into countless versions in the children's minds. The most popular one is that Zhang Ning's grandfather and grandmother are actually bad people, and they were both caught and imprisoned by the police uncle.
Because he is locked up in a cell, he cannot appear in the village.
"Zhang Ning has no grandparents! Zhang Ning's mother jumped out of a rock! Hahahaha..."
Huzi's laughter was the loudest. He was already thirteen or fourteen years old and was in the stage of puberty. His drake-like voice sounded extremely harsh in Zhang Ning's ears.
"I have grandparents! Don't talk nonsense!"
Zhang Ning, who was only six years old, raised his voice to argue, but the other party's height and volume suppressed him, making his defense so feeble.
"Do you have grandparents? What about them? Why haven't you seen them before? Tell me!"
Xiao Lei is Hu Zi's number one follower. Although he is one year older than Zhang Ning, his status among the children is obviously much higher than others.
Therefore, when Zhang Ning defends himself, he is always the first to jump out.
"Because they, they have important things to do, so they can't go home!"
The young Zhang Ning already had a hint of grievance on his face, but he still bit his lip and argued loudly.
"What could be so important that you would never go home? Would you stay outside all the time? Even if your mother dies, you won't come back to see her?"
Dayong on the side said angrily. He has a square head, which makes him look more honest.
But the words he said stung Zhang Ning's young heart.
"It's a very, very important thing! You don't understand, and I won't allow you to talk nonsense!"
Zhang Ning shouted loudly, his voice coming out of his young throat like a thin shield, trying to resist the verbal taunts of those children.
"By the way, not only did your grandparents not come to attend your mother's funeral, they even abandoned your aunt. Do you think it's because your aunt was picked up that your grandparents wanted to get rid of her?"
"Yes, yes, that must be the case, and his mother, Zhang Ning's mother was also thrown away!"
"Then it can be inferred that no one wants Zhang Ning, so pitiful, hahahaha..."
The children seemed to have found something interesting. They started talking to each other more and more enthusiastically.
"You, you!"
The little boy's eyes were filled with tears, his two little fists were clenched tightly, and his thin body was shaking because of the excitement.
"You are not allowed to speak ill of my aunt! You are not allowed to say that my mother was thrown away!"
Emotions piled up in his chest. Zhang Ning, who was still a little boy, finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched Hu Zi, who was several heads taller than him.
After several "rounds" of back and forth, Zhang Ning was naturally outnumbered and pinned down in the field by several children.
"Quickly tell me, your aunt is an unwanted child! Your grandparents were caught by the police and put in jail!"
Hu Zi was like a general who had won a battle. He was riding on Zhang Ning and spoke condescendingly.
"I won't tell you! My aunt is not an unwanted child, and my grandparents are not bad people arrested by the police!"
Although there was pain everywhere in his body, the young Zhang Ning still gritted his teeth and roared, and kept twisting his body in an attempt to break free from Hu Zi's suppression.
"Just tell me quickly, Brother Huzi will let you go..."
Dayong on the side seemed a little unable to bear it, and said in a persuasive tone.
"I won't tell you! My aunt is not an unwanted child!"
It seemed that it was beyond all the children's expectations. Even though half of Zhang Ning's head was pressed to the ground and his face was covered with tears and snot, he still refused to let go easily.
"Don't tell me? If you don't tell me, just stay like this! Stay until you tell me!"
Seeing that his "authority" was challenged, the oldest Huzi also lost his temper. He used his knees hard and pushed Zhang Ning into the mud a little more.
Zhang Ning wanted to struggle to stand up, but the strength gap between him and Hu Zi was too great. He was pressed into the mud with no possibility of breaking free.
Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, a scolding came from somewhere.
"What are you kids doing? No fighting, you hear me!"
When they heard the scolding, the children immediately dispersed, not caring about Zhang Ning who was stuck in the field. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the alleys of the village like big rats escaping in all directions.
Only Zhang Ning, who was covered in dirt, was left struggling to get up from the ground...
