This cry for help immediately roused the entire Gong Family.
Gong Weimin came out carrying a kerosene lamp. Upon opening the main gate, he saw a woman with a face covered in blood standing outside. "What’s happened here? And you are...?"
Deng Xiaojie ignored everything and rushed in. "Doctor Gong, please look at my face quickly!"
She pushed him so forcefully that Gong Weimin almost dropped the kerosene lamp. He barked, "What are you doing?"
At that moment, lights also flickered on in Doctor Gong’s room. A voice called out, "Just a moment."
Deng Xiaojie was frantic. "I’ve injured my face! I can’t wait!"
Ma Huihui, the Gong Family’s eldest daughter-in-law, came out, somewhat irritated. "Shut your mouth! What’s with all this shouting at our house in the middle of the night?"
Startled by the scolding, Deng Xiaojie seemed to sober up a little. "My... my face hurts too much."
Ma Huihui wasn’t heartless. Seeing her in this state, her heart softened. "Stop crying. If your tears flow into the wound, it’ll hurt even more."
It was a cold night, too cold to let her stand outside, so Ma Huihui opened the door to the main hall. "Come in first. What happened?"
Only after she asked did it dawn on her. Given Scarface Zhang’s temperament, she knew without asking that he must have caused this.
Just then, Doctor Gong was carried over by his eldest son, Gong Weimin.
Deng Xiaojie paid no mind to anything else and quickly got to her feet. "Doctor Gong, please look at my face quickly!"
Doctor Gong looked at her hand, which was pressed to her face. "Take your hand away first. Let me have a look."
But as soon as she removed her hand, everyone present gasped. A chunk of flesh on her right cheek had been scraped up. If it had been any deeper, it might have pierced through to her oral cavity.
Truth be told, Doctor Gong was afraid he couldn’t handle it properly and would end up being blamed. "This injury is very serious. Have you considered going to the commune health center for treatment?"
Hearing this, Deng Xiaojie nearly collapsed in fear. "Will my face... be disfigured?"
Doctor Gong felt a pang of pity, but it seemed impossible for such a wound not to leave a scar. "It would be best to go to a higher-level hospital. If it’s not treated properly and gets infected... The village health clinic only has the most basic medications. We mustn’t delay your treatment."
Doctor Gong thought the wound definitely needed stitching. But considering his own physical limitations, the late hour, and his failing eyesight, he worried he might make things worse and couldn’t bear that responsibility.
Upon hearing this, Deng Xiaojie grew anxious. Tears streamed down her face, and she no longer cared if they aggravated the wound’s pain. "What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night?"
Gong Weimin, the Gong family’s eldest son, said, "I’ll go get the brigade leader right away."
He ran out as he spoke. Their family couldn’t just ignore this; they had to involve the brigade cadres. Follow current novels on novel⦿fire.net
The brigade leader had just lain down to sleep when he heard knocking at his door. "Who is it?"
Gong Weimin shouted loudly, "Brigade leader, it’s me, Gong Weimin!"
He hadn’t gone to get Scarface Zhang because that man was a reckless troublemaker. Calling him would likely be useless and might even cause more problems for himself. It was better to let the brigade leader handle it.
The brigade leader, pulling on his shoes, came out of his house. "What’s the matter so late at night?"
Gong Weimin didn’t beat around the bush; Deng Xiaojie’s facial injury was too severe. "Comrade Deng just ran to my house. She has a very serious injury on her face. My father said it’s best to go to a higher-level medical unit, especially since it’s her face, and she’s a young woman."
Hearing this, the brigade leader understood. "How did she get injured? And where’s Scarface Zhang?"
The brigade leader called into the house, "Wife, I’m stepping out for a bit."
After saying that, he closed the main gate properly and followed Gong Weimin out.