He urged: "Let's go, let's go."
Fang Jun no longer delayed, turned around and led the way without saying a word.
The road is really difficult to walk on. You can't see the road at all. It's covered with weeds and dry leaves, so you have to rely on feeling.
Fang Jun walked in front, looking back at them from time to time: "Be careful, don't fall."
Fang Jun took them on a shortcut, shortening the distance.
When they arrived, a few people called by the village chief to carry people had just arrived.
Seeing that the men were about to start, Zhou Zhimo was panting and quickly told Fang Jun: "Shout and tell them to wait first and don't touch anyone."
Fang Jun didn't know why, but he still shouted to them: "Brother Yang, don't touch him yet."
Hearing the shouting, several people turned around and saw a group of people not far away, standing and waiting.
Soon they came to the front, and several people stepped aside, and saw Zhao Hongsheng lying in the ditch, with his face facing upwards and a few red scratches.
Zhou Zhimo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his chest rising and falling.
Xiao Qin was busy taking photos and making records. Zhou Zhimo explained to those people: "Wait a moment, let's check him first, and then you can carry him away."
The older man nodded: "Okay, you go ahead and say hello to us when you're done."
After saying that, he led a few people back to a place farther away and sat down on the withered grass.
This ditch is a naturally formed ditch. It should be a ditch that has been washed out by the water from the mountain slowly gathering together when it rains over the years.
This season coincides with the beginning of winter, the weather is dry and there is no rain, and the ditches are dry.
Zhao Hongsheng's body was covered with dead leaves, and there were some gravels under the dead leaves.
Zhou Zhimo squatted down and gently turned Zhao Hongsheng's head. There was no bleeding on the back of the head, and there was no big stone underneath.
There was no blood on the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his body were somewhat scratched, but no major injuries were visible for the time being.
He unbuttoned Zhao Hongsheng and reached out to touch his chest.
After thinking about it, he decided to pinch Renzhong.
Then he asked Xiao Qin: "Who brings water?"
He explained: "He may have rolled down and fainted. He was breathing evenly, but we are not sure whether his internal organs were injured."
"Shock me with cold water and see if I can wake up."
Someone handed over half a bottle of water: "That's all."
After he finished speaking, he unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his head and took a big mouthful, bent down and "poofed" it in front of Zhao Hongsheng's face.
Zhou Zhimo, who was still squatting next to him, was not spared from being cleaned. He stretched out his hand to wipe the water drops on his face: "Where did you get the number from?"
The man was still holding the second piece of water in his mouth. He couldn't hold it back. He looked at Zhou Zhimo and spit out some water and swallowed some. For a while, he choked and coughed while holding his chest. He still didn't forget it. Explanation: "Zhou Suo, I learned it by watching TV."
Zhou Zhimo looked at the wet Zhao Hongsheng's face and saw that he was choking and coughing non-stop. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, just pull your ears and it won't stop choking."
Several other people looked at this scene and couldn't help but want to laugh, shaking their shoulders.
After this wave of operations, Zhao Hongsheng, who was lying on the ground, really opened his eyes.
He blinked and closed it weakly, then slowly opened it, trying to move, only to find that he couldn't move.
Zhou Zhimo looked at his face: "Zhao Hongsheng, how do you feel now?"
Zhao Hongsheng weakly whispered: "I have no strength."
Zhou Zhimo was worried that he had internal injuries: "Does it hurt anywhere?"
Zhao Hongsheng shook his head gently and closed his eyes again.
Zhou Zhimo stood up and shouted to a few people sitting not far away: "Brothers, he is awake. Please carry him back."
Several people stood up and patted the dead grass on their pants, walked towards Zhao Hongsheng, and carried him onto the stretcher they brought.
Because it was a downhill road, Zhao Hongsheng was fixed with cloth strips.
They walked in front, and Zhou Zhimo walked behind and couldn't help but sigh: "With just a few of us, we really can't carry him out so smoothly. It's a technical job."
Fang Jun, who was walking behind him, said: "There are very few people coming to the mountain now, and there are no roads, making it difficult to walk."
Zhou Zhimo suddenly remembered: "Where is Li Erwa? Why didn't you see him?"
Fang Jun turned around and scanned the top of the mountain: "There are white ones on the top of the mountain. They may be his sheep. He should have reached the top of the mountain too."
Zhou Zhimo thought that Zhao Hongsheng had woken up, so he would ask him questions later. Li Erwa, let's talk later.
The bumpy road was finally over, and everyone came to the main road.
Zhou Zhimo said to them: "Put it in the car and take it to the infirmary to see a doctor."
Several people looked at each other, and Brother Yang said, "Forget it, the infirmary is not far from here."
"We'll just carry it over, so we won't have to worry about it."
With that said, they continued walking forward.
After turning two corners, we arrived at the infirmary.
They carried him directly to the treatment room and moved him to the bed. Then they walked out and stood in the yard moving his shoulders: "Zhao Hongsheng is really heavy."
Another joked: "Do you have a Chinese New Year Pig Shen at home?"
The doctor was carrying a stethoscope and examining Zhao Hongsheng.
After a while, he told Zhou Zhimo: "At present, the problem is not too big."
"The breathing is even, there is no murmur in the internal organs, and there are no obvious large wounds on the outside."
"These scratches on my face and body are nothing to worry about."
"It's this ankle joint. It may be broken."
"I'm not sure if there's a fracture in the ribs. I can't do a CT scan here, so I can't check it."
He told Zhou Zhimo: "I gave him medicine and infusion. He is awake and can question him."
Zhou Zhimo was very grateful for the doctor's decisiveness and quickness: "Thank you."
The doctor smiled: "That's right. If we get the results soon, everyone will feel at ease."
He pointed to the surveillance camera on the roof: "There is surveillance camera there. If you need video, I'll give it to you when I leave."
Zhou Zhimo smiled: "You are very thoughtful."
The doctor is dispensing medicine: "My sister is also a policeman, and she hears it occasionally."
Zhou Zhimo smiled approvingly: "A doctor and a policeman, they are amazing."
The fluid had been transfused, and the doctor patted Zhao Hongsheng on the shoulder: "Wake up, stop pretending."
Zhao Hongsheng reluctantly opened his eyes, and Zhou Zhimo noticed that this man always had a cold murderous look in his eyes.
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "How did you get injured?"
Zhao Hongsheng said nothing and looked at the ceiling.
Zhou Zhimo told him: "You are now being questioned normally, and you are obliged to cooperate with the investigation."
"We have found out that you came back from the mountain path. You want to avoid our investigation."
"What did you do to the yellow chrysanthemum?"
Zhao Hongsheng turned to look at them: "Don't expect any results from me."
Zhou Zhimo smiled angrily: "You are really a tough guy!"
"You didn't do it, and it has nothing to do with you whether you say it or not."
"If you did it and you didn't say anything, we would have something to do."
