Chapter 8 Be Picked Up

"Look, this child is so beautiful!" In the room, May exclaimed in surprise as she wiped the hands and face of the big boy who had been picked up by Amy and Ellison. Next to her, Ellison wiped his sweat and glanced at May with a jealous look. "Is he beautiful? I don't think so. I was much more handsome than him when I was young. "

With a glass of hot water in her hand, Amy ran up and down, sweating profusely. She really didn't know what was wrong with her. She really saved that man. Moreover, that man was really alive, but he was seriously injured. However, if Amy didn't fell down the deep ditch and found him by accident, he would have been dead.

"Old man, go get the medicine box." At the same time, May quickly untied the boy's clothes on the bed. A shocking wound immediately appeared in front of her eyes. According to her experience as a doctor for most of her life, it was a knife wound. It may be because his body was subconsciously deflected when he was hit by the knife, so he didn't go very deep and didn't hurt the lifeblood. However, maybe the gangster wanted his life so much that the wound was so long that he lost too much blood and was in a severe coma. If no one found him in a few days, he would surely die.

"Oh my god!" As soon as Amy came back with a basin of hot water, she saw the horrible wound. Taking a deep breath, Amy felt a faint pain in her belly. She really admired him. There was such a long wound on his body, but he was not dead.

"Are you scared? I've suffered more serious injuries than before I retired! " Seeing her granddaughter's reaction, May said proudly, "Come on, wipe the blood stains on his wound with a towel."

"What? Me? " Amy pointed at herself in disbelief, but May didn't answer. She just snorted.

"Oh my god! How much blood is there on earth?" With hesitation, Amy walked to the bedside with a towel, but she didn't dare to touch the wound. Around the wound, a large area of skin was stained with blood, and because of a long time, the blood stains turned black. The wound was covered with a thick layer of blood scab, but it was still unable to stop the blood from flowing out. Amy felt that as long as she touched the wound, the blood would flow even more. "Do we need to send him to the hospital? Won't he lose his blood and die? "

"Hospital? Here is far from the hospital!" May retorted. When the man was sent to the hospital, he must have died already. Besides, May had worked as a doctor for most of her life. Although she was not in surgery, she was confident in dealing with such injuries. Moreover, it was far from the hospital, so there were all kinds of medicine at home in case of need.

"That's right. Those doctors are not as good as grandma, right?" Amy said in an ingratiating tone. Then she moved to the door quietly. Just as she was about to escape, May's words shattered her fantasy.

"Where do you want to go? Why don't you cook some porridge for him? "

"What?" Amy exclaimed in disbelief. 'To cook porridge for him? Who is he? Why ask me to cook porridge for him?'

"Yes, you have to cook it and feed it to him." May said flatly, ignoring Amy's expression, which looked like she had been trampled on her tail.

"No way!" Amy refused firmly. She saved him out of humanity, but that didn't mean she had to do something for him.

"Really?" May put down the cotton bud and the medicine calmly as if she had expected this. "In that case, you can throw him back, lest he will be in trouble here."

She tried to goad Amy, but... "Fine!" Amy had to turn around and go to the kitchen to cook porridge. Why? Why was she still fooled even though she knew it was grandmother's trick? Maybe it was fate.

"Ha ha!" Watching Amy's receding figure, May couldn't help but burst into laughter. Although Amy always pretended to be indifferent, her heart was softer than anyone else, just like her mother! "Susie, did you see that? Amy is just like you! "

Looking at the clear sky through the sunroof, May's heart softened.

After more than an hour's unremitting efforts, Amy finally made a bowl of millet porridge. Although it smelled a little burnt, it was still edible. What's more, the man was still in danger now. How could he evaluate the taste of porridge? Thinking of this, Amy picked up the bowl of porridge and went upstairs.

At this time, the person who was picked up was quietly lying on the bed, and there was no one in the room. 'Grandma must have taken care of other thing!' Staring at the man on the bed, Amy couldn't help but doubt if he was the "corpse" she had picked up. Now the man had been wiped clean, and his features were clearly shown. And his dirty black clothes and black pants had been taken off, and now he was wearing Amy's grandpa's vest and shorts. With such clothes and his face, it looked like that he was in the countryside in the 70s!

It had to be said that he was really beautiful! Amy moved a small chair and sat down on the bedside. Her eyes were attracted by the delicate face. The man's skin was as white and delicate as a baby's, and even in the sun, no pores could be seen. His face had a clear outline, and the line was so clear. His thick eyelashes were as light as the wings of a cicada, casting a faint gray light shadow through the sun. The nose was high, and his thin lips were tightly closed. The whole face was like a perfect work of art. He was not as delicate as a scholar, nor was he too domineering and difficult to get close to.

"Oh my god!" Amy sighed, "Why is he so beautiful?"

'No wonder he was hurt so badly. Maybe someone hated his face and killed him!' While thinking, Amy scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into the man's mouth. The man on the bed frowned as if he was very uncomfortable.

"You've been hurt like this and still think my porridge is disgusting? If you don't eat, you'll starve to death. " Amy said fiercely. Unconsciously, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into her own mouth. All her actions were immediately stopped. Time seemed to be frozen. "Oh my god!" With a howl, Amy rushed into the bathroom. It turned out that the porridge was not only bad, but also very hot!

"I'm so sorry!" When Amy returned to the room, she suddenly found that there were irregular red marks on the man's lips. Obviously, he was scalded. Putting her hands together, Amy bowed to the man on the bed devoutly.

"Amy, what are you doing?" With a bottle of IV fluid in her hand, May walked into the room and looked at Amy, confused.

"What? Nothing! " Shaking her head with an awkward smile, Amy put down the bowl and wanted to run away, but she was caught by May again.

"Don't try to run away. Feed him the porridge and wait here. Call me when the bottle is empty." As May spoke, she forced Amy to sit on the chair and put the porridge into her hand. "Finish feeding him, or he will starve to death."

Obviously, May told a lie, but Amy believed it. 'Will you really die? Well, in order to repay you for being a stepping stone for me, I will feed you reluctantly.'

Amy picked up the spoon and continued to feed the man. This time, she became more careful. She blew every spoon cold before stuffing it into his mouth. But a new problem came. The man's mouth was not open at all, so a large part of the porridge spilled over. "Hey, it's your own fault. It's none of my business!" Amy lost her patience completely. Then she went downstairs and poured the porridge into the feeding trough of Harry.

When she went back to the room, she tucked the patient in, closed the door quietly and sneaked out from the back door. The blue sky, white clouds, green trees and red flowers. Facing such a beautiful scenery, she didn't want to waste a minute on taking care of the patient. 'Although that man is really good-looking, can he live on his beauty? A pretty face couldn't satisfy my hunger or quench my thirst, so I prefer this beautiful mountain!'

When Amy arrived at the small river at the foot of the mountain, she sat on the grass by the river. Then she took off her shoes and soaked her feet leisurely. The water in the river was like a naughty elf scratching her feet. Amy couldn't help laughing. Her bright teeth shone brightly in the sun.

'Mom said that sunshine can kill bacteria, so we need to smile often, which can kill teeth worms. The sunlight can be reflected, so we need to often smile, so that the sunlight can be reflected through the teeth from the throat to the heart, and dispel the darkness in the heart.'

Lying on the grass, Amy opened her mouth wide and laughed exaggeratedly. 'Mom, can you see this? I am good, I smile every day. Mom, how are you?'