CHAPTER 371: 346 LEG FRACTURE

Du Heng was extremely distressed.

He also wanted their parents to meet as soon as possible and settle these things.

But he could not do so.

Although Wang Shuqiu herself had said that even if her family didn’t agree, she would still marry him.

But her mother was not giving her consent right now. She was indicating that she would make a big scene if Wang Shuqiu dared to marry without her approval, which was also bothering Wang Shuqiu a lot.

At this point, he certainly couldn’t add more pressure to Shuqiu, which would only increase her worries.

But he couldn’t openly discuss these things with his Big Brother either; it was damn frustrating.

Seeing Du Heng silent, a flicker of annoyance crossed Du Ping’s face; this time, he was truly angry.

However, before he could open his mouth, a voice suddenly came from the yard, accompanied by the sound of chopping peppers, "Pingzi, are you home?"

Du Ping’s outburst was interrupted by the sudden voice. He glared at Du Heng, giving him a look that hinted he would deal with him later, then forced a smile and replied loudly, "Yes, we’re home, inside the house. Come on in!" While speaking, he had already stood up and pulled open the door curtain.

The visitor saw Du Ping at the door, along with Du Heng who also appeared at the doorway, grinned, and said, "I won’t go in."

The Du brothers came out of the living room, enthusiastically urging, "Dongzi, come inside and have a chat."

"No. I heard that Old You from downhill wants to sell a ewe. Let’s go take a look."

Du Ping asked, "Are we going now?"

Dongzi shook his head. "Let’s go now. I heard that a few sheep traders are also going. If we go late, we’ll miss out."

"Okay, let’s go."

"Bring your tricycle. If we can secure a deal, we’ll bring it back directly."

"Alright."

Du Ping went inside to change clothes and get money. Before leaving, he shouted at Du Heng again, "You stay home today. We’ll talk again when I return. I need an answer today."

After finishing speaking, he left on his tricycle, which went CHUG-CHUG-CHUG.

On the way, Dongzi asked Du Ping, "I just saw you scolding your brother?"

Du Ping tightly gripped the handrail of the tricycle, raising his voice to overcome its noise, "It’s about the wedding things. I lectured him a bit."

"You dare to lecture your brother? He’s in a leadership position now."

"If he doesn’t listen, I’ll even hit him. What about being a leader? Can he be my leader?"

Dongzi laughed, then suddenly spotted an oncoming rack car and quickly yelled, "Stop! Turn off the engine!"

Du Ping looked surprised but heeded Dongzi’s words and slowly shut off the tricycle. "What’s wrong?"

Dongzi pointed ahead. "Do you see the mule and the rack car in front?"

"Zhu Heizi? I see him."

"If you spotted him, you should have turned off the engine."

"What’s wrong?"

Dongzi pointed at the mule pulling the rack car and explained, "That mule Zhu Heizi just bought isn’t trained well. It gets scared very easily. This month, he’s been toppled several times by this beast. Look at that; he’s pulling such a tall cart of grass. If the mule gets scared, it will surely overturn the cart."

Du Ping knitted his brows. "If the mule gets scared so easily, why did he go to get grass on his own? He should have had his wife lead it."

"Well, a few days ago, this mule got scared and knocked over his wife. Apparently, a qi deviation occurred in her lower back, and she’s been on the bed since."

Du Ping sighed. "As people get older, not having a child really becomes a problem. Why didn’t they adopt one when they were younger?"

"Too poor. Who would willingly give their own child to a family like theirs to raise?"

As they were talking, the rack car drew closer. Zhu Heizi, who was driving it, greeted them and steered the mule to pass by their side.

The rack car was loaded with a lot of grass, much of it hanging over the sides. As they passed by, the ends of the grass scratched against the tricycle’s frame, creating a SCREECH sound as they rubbed against the metal.

Just as this noise started, the mule, which had been pulling the rack car steadily, got scared and suddenly sped up.

This action from the mule made Zhu Heizi quickly try to soothe it, "WHOA!"

Unexpectedly, this only made things worse, causing the mule to speed up even more.

Panicked, Zhu Heizi shouted, and then came the sound of the cart overturning.

Du Ping and Dongzi got off the tricycle and looked back, only to see the mule, having broken free of its harness, sprinting away at top speed.

The rack car was overturned, its load of grass scattered all over the ground.

Their hearts leaped, and they ran towards the overturned rack car.

The rack car had been piled too high with grass, and the grass was too loose. When the mule got startled, it pulled the rack car, causing it to lean towards the tricycle, and then it toppled over as it made contact.

Luckily, Du Ping had parked the tricycle by the side of the road, leaving the inner path for Zhu Heizi. If he had parked on the outer side, he would have been in the field by now, along with the overturned rack car.

However, even so, by the time Du Ping and Dongzi reached the front of the overturned rack car, Zhu Heizi was in a very bad state.

He was lying on the ground, the body of the rack car pinning his left lower leg. At that moment, besides moaning in pain, he was also shouting for his mule, which had already run far away.

Du Ping and Dongzi had no time to worry about the mule; they needed to quickly figure out how to free Zhu Heizi from under the rack car.

Du Ping had left, leaving Du Heng feeling incredibly gloomy.

After long deliberation, he finally decided to call Wang Shuqiu to resolve these things quickly.

Although Du Heng had gotten the call through, he still hadn’t figured out how to broach these things.

"Wife, are the things taken care of yet?"

Wang Shuqiu, on the other end of the phone, seemed to be in low spirits, and apparently, it wasn’t a good time to talk. Laughing awkwardly, she said, "Please hold on for a second."

After two seconds, the voice on the other end of the phone became noticeably quieter. "Okay, you can speak now."

"Where were you today?"

Wang Shuqiu on the other end hesitated for a moment. "I went to pick up my Mother and my uncle and aunt."

"They came to Jinzhou? Is something up?" Du Heng didn’t seem too thrilled about his mother-in-law’s arrival.

Since the last time she came and left abruptly, Du Heng’s enthusiasm had waned.

"Zhao Xinyuan is getting out tomorrow. They came to pick him up," Wang Shuqiu said faintly.

Du Heng was startled for a moment. Wasn’t that guy supposed to be sentenced?

Then he suddenly remembered something: two months ago, Wang Shuqiu’s Mother and the others had come to Jinzhou, apparently for some kind of mental evaluation for Zhao Xinyuan.

Wang Shuqiu hadn’t mentioned this afterwards, and Du Heng didn’t want to pry into her family’s things, so he had gradually forgotten about it.

Now that it was brought up again, Du Heng instantly figured, The results of the mental evaluation things must be out.

"Zhao Xinyuan is being released? The results of the mental evaluation are out?"

"Yes, they’re out. Manic-depression. They say that when he defecated on his landlord’s doorstep and hit their Teacher’s child, he was in the middle of an episode."

"So him stalking you and smashing the door of the rental house was also him having an episode?"

"More or less. The evaluation report is out, and he can come out tomorrow."

Du Heng sighed. Whether Zhao Xinyuan got out or not didn’t concern him much, but this development only made it more difficult for him to bring up the things that were already hard to raise.

After some more idle chat, Du Heng hung up the phone, thinking he would discuss the marriage with Wang Shuqiu once she had handled these things.

However, as soon as he hung up, his mobile phone rang immediately. Seeing it was Du Ping, Du Heng quickly answered.

"What is it, Big Brother?"

"Who were you calling? I’ve been trying to get through to you. Hurry, come over to Dawan Slope."

Du Ping’s voice sounded very urgent, and Du Heng heard someone moaning in the background. His heart suddenly jumped. Could it be that his Big Brother, while driving the tricycle, hit someone?

"What happened, Big Brother? Are you okay?"

"Oh, I’m fine. But Zhu Heizi got hit by the rack car; his leg can’t move. Dongzi and I want to take him to the Hospital, but he refuses to go. You’d better come quickly and take a look."

Hearing his Big Brother was fine, Du Heng felt a bit relieved. Still, he quickly went inside, grabbed his car keys, and set off.

The accident had happened nearby, at the intersection between their village and another. It was less than a three-minute drive.

When Du Heng arrived, Zhu Heizi was lying on the ground. The overturned rack car was beside him, and the grass from it was scattered all over the road.

Zhu Heizi lay on the ground, moaning constantly. His left leg was flat on the ground with some blood on the trouser leg, but not much—it seemed to have stopped bleeding. His right leg was curled up but still seemed movable.

"Where did the rack car hit him?" Du Heng asked as he walked towards Zhu Heizi.

His Big Brother, Du Ping, quickly answered, "The rack car toppled over, and that main shaft directly hit his left leg."

"Was he hit anywhere else?"

"No, just the left leg. It’s hurting him so much he won’t let anyone touch it."

Du Heng asked no more questions and directly squatted down to check Zhu Heizi’s injury.

External injuries weren’t that complex; to directly check the injured location was sufficient.

He lifted the trouser leg and saw a three-centimeter-long cut. It wasn’t deep; probably a splinter or something similar had scratched the skin.

But about ten centimeters above the ankle, there was a palm-sized purplish colored mark.

As soon as Du Heng’s hand touched it, Zhu Heizi started screaming in pain.

Although Du Heng was a general practitioner, truth be told, even without the system, he would still be most proficient in matters of the Internal Medicine Department.

As for orthopedics and the Five Senses Department, his abilities were limited to general knowledge.

Fortunately, after the system rewarded him with Surgical Expertise and his Studying over the past half a year, his skills in orthopedics and the Five Senses Department had made some progress.

Now, ignoring Zhu Heizi’s loud screaming, he directly used his hands to touch and palpate the purplish colored surface of the wound. After feeling it, he had a rough judgment.

The lower leg bone was broken.

The tibia had endured most of the force; he had just felt about two large broken fragments.

The fibula hadn’t been directly hit by the rack car’s frame; he hadn’t felt any shattered bones or deformity. But judging from the severity and location of the tibia’s injury, Du Heng guessed the fibula couldn’t be in good shape either.