When Gu Qing arrived on the mountain, Yao Guitang and others had long disappeared.

In the fence of the kiln, craftsmen were lying torches and silently formed a circle. Song Gensheng's father was kneeling in front of Uncle Han, mashing handfuls of herbs into a paste and smearing Uncle Han's forehead.

The blood couldn't stop flowing. As soon as a handful of herbs was applied, it was immediately washed away by the blood. Song Gen had not given up. While applying the medicine, he urged the person who was decocting the medicine. A bowl of medicine soup was quickly brought. Song Gen held up the back of Uncle Han's head and tried to pour the medicine into Uncle Han's mouth. Uncle Han was no longer conscious and gritted his teeth tightly, and the medicine soup was all flowing out of his mouth.

Gu Qing's face turned pale and he looked at all this silently.

Uncle Han was lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood flowing from his forehead, his eyes were closed tightly, and the ups and downs of his chest gradually became weak.

The wound was very wide and deep, as if it had been split by a knife. Uncle Han's body twitched, his face was as pale as paper, and his teeth were unconsciously biting.

Gu Qing had seen death in his previous life. He knew what death looked like. Uncle Han was not far from death at this moment.

He was cold all over and wanted to add a piece of clothes to himself. Gu Qing watched Song Gen try to save Uncle Han’s life in vain. A circle of people next to him surrounded him quietly with torches. The surroundings were terrible quiet, and no one could make a sound, fearing that Uncle Han’s soul was about to leave.

Song Gen was sweating profusely and still applied medicine to Uncle Han’s wound without giving up. Perhaps the blood on Uncle Han’s head had almost flowed, and the blood was finally stopped. Song Gen’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly applied a thick layer of medicine to his forehead. After careful observation, he found that the blood finally stopped flowing out. Song Gen sat weakly on the ground, showing a faint smile.

"If the blood stops, it's okay if it stops. If you can't die, you will definitely not die!" Song Gen said over and over again, as if he encouraged the people around him, and as if he wanted to add confidence to himself.

The craftsmen and villagers around him didn't understand, and they all smiled gleefully when they heard this, and then praised Song Gen in a mess.

Only Gu Qing still had a gray face and stood in front of Uncle Han and trembled all over.

As a person with some common sense in modern medicine, Gu Qing knew that Uncle Han would not last long. His fatal injury was not the wound on his forehead, but the stick that hit his head. The force of that stick was so terrible. No matter how hard the skull was, it was difficult to resist. At this time, Uncle Han was very close to brain death.

What made him even more powerless was that Uncle Han was about to die in front of him, and as a modern time traveler, he had no way to save his life. The feeling of watching a lively life pass away in front of him was like his own life experience. He wanted to change but had no choice but to leave a shadow of his life.

What's wrong?

At noon, I was still chatting and laughing with Uncle Han, talking about family matters, old feelings and cautious dreams, talking about his family, and talking about the future of the porcelain kiln. The old and turbid eyes, which are full of longing for the future, have no charm at this moment, and only a breathable body is left.

Things in the world are changing, and good fortune is unpredictable. But why do the sudden disasters have to be brought to this innocent and simple old man?

Gu Qing blamed himself for his own fault, and he blamed himself for not sending more villagers to take turns patrolling the night in the kiln, why not leave Uncle Han in the village to spend the night, and why he did not make predictions and arrangements for those possible crises in advance.

After all, he underestimated the people's hearts and the price was Uncle Han's life.

Gu Qing looked around the crowd and said calmly: "Do you know who did it?"

The craftsmen looked at each other and shook their heads. It was pitch black at that time, and only Uncle Han met them head-on, but it was too far away and no one could hear what both sides said.

Gu Qing smiled, he was surprised that he could actually laugh at this time.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, I was negligent." Gu Qing looked at Uncle Han lying on the ground, his eyes became very sad.

Song Gen sat on the ground, staring at Uncle Han blankly, with a dazed expression. Obviously, he didn't have much confidence in his medical skills. The cheer just now was just a blessing. At this moment, Uncle Han's face was covered with a faint blue gray, which was a dead face. So Song Gen's expression gradually became sad. He had never hated his shallow medical skills like he was today.

Gu Qing knelt in front of Uncle Han, helped him to caress a strand of messy hair, lowered his head and held his warm-hearted hand, quietly accompanied him through the last moment of his life.

The craftsmen around gradually woke up from joy because they saw Gu Qing's expression, and his expression was not happy at all, so everyone understood that the so-called "can't die" was just a ridiculous murmur.

"Uncle Song, can you help me wake Uncle Han? Even if it's only a short moment." Gu Qing's expression was always calm, without anger or roar, and his tone was as gentle as a breeze passing through the flat lake.

Song Gen was stunned, as if he understood something, took out a long needle from his bag and said, "I'll try."

With one needle, I don’t know which part of Uncle Han’s head was stabbed. Uncle Han’s eyelids trembled and his fingers moved unconsciously.

Gu Qing glanced at Song Gen deeply. I heard that no matter how bad a doctor is, he has some skills in his housekeeping. At this moment, Song Gen's attack is probably his only skills in his housekeeping.

Gu Qing smiled at the craftsmen around him and said politely: "Everyone is dispersed. If you have any intention, please help search on the nearby radius to see if the thief left any clues."

The craftsmen scattered obediently, Song Gen's lips stammered, and he wanted to speak but stopped. When he met Gu Qing's smiling eyes, Song Gen suddenly felt a stern all over and walked away with his head down.

Uncle Han, who was lying on the ground, exhaled a breath of turbid air, but his eyelids were still open, but his lips kept squirming. Gu Qing was delighted, as if he had temporarily recovered his consciousness.

Going closer to Uncle Han's ear, Gu Qing's voice was as low as a whisper: "Uncle Han, tell me who harmed you."

Uncle Han's lips were still squirming, and Gu Qing almost pressed his ears against his lips, but he still couldn't hear a word clearly.

Gu Qing's eyes turned red and he said softly: "Uncle Han, I'm sorry for you. Thank you for your hard work, the voice will be louder, the louder..."

Uncle Han took a breath with great force, his chest was a little rapid, his lips kept opening and closing, Gu Qing held his breath and pressed his ears against his lips. This time, he finally heard it clearly, his eyes were filled with tears, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, his expression looked strange and terrifying.

His ears left Uncle Han's lips, Gu Qing held his hand and whispered: "Okay, Uncle Han, I've heard it clearly. Don't worry, I can take care of your family and relatives, and Erlang, I will help him with a kiss. I will take care of all the things you want and unexpectedly, and Gu Qing swears to you here."

The voice was as low as a mosquito, Gu Qing whispered: "I will revenge your great revenge. Uncle Han, go with peace of mind. I owe you this life, and I will pay you back in the next life."
Chapter completed!