So, he could only take off his outer garnt and hand it to An Ning, saying, "Use my outer garnt to cover for now. People are coming from behind. I’ll go stop them. Call after you’ve applied the dicine."
Ti was of the essence. After speaking, he didn’t wait for An Ning’s response and had already gone to hold back the crowd.
"Everyone, stop and listen to for a mont..." Standing in front of the crowd, Sikong Wuyou spoke calmly.
"Lord County Magistrate, how... how is my wife?" Gao Mutou asked with a trembling voice. In the dead of winter, he was drenched in cold sweat.
"Lord County Magistrate..." At this mont, a person walking nearest with Gao Mutou heard this title and instantly queried with a voice of doubt.
However, no one paid attention to him.
Sikong Wuyou answered, but not just to Gao Mutou, raising his voice to address everyone rushing over from behind, "Auntie has suffered severe injuries. An Ning is applying dicine for her. Uncle Gao can go over and have a look, but as for everyone else, please remain here for now."
"Alright, alright, I’ll go over and take a look..." Saying this, Gao Mutou hurriedly ran over.
"Lord County Magistrate, you are the County Magistrate?" At this point, the middle-aged man who just spoke quickly wanted to kneel.
Sikong Wuyou was quick to react, reaching out to support him, "I prefer not to reveal my identity for now. Could I ask this uncle to help keep it a secret, is that okay?"
"Alright, alright, don’t worry, Lord County Magistrate. As a common man, I absolutely will not say a word."
Everyone else was focused on Yan Clan’s strange situation, so they didn’t pay much attention to what was happening on this side.
By the ti Gao Mutou arrived, An Ning had already applied the dicine to Yan Clan’s wounds and was helping her adjust her clothing.
Seeing Gao Mutou co over, she didn’t stand on ceremony and said directly, "Dad, Mom is seriously injured. Quickly go to town to get a good doctor..."
"Alright, I’ll go right now..."
In a hurry, Gao Mutou didn’t even spare a glance at Yan Clan before An Ning sent him off again to get a doctor.
After An Ning completely adjusted Yan Clan’s clothing, she called out to Sikong Wuyou, "Wuyou, I’ve applied the dicine..."
Sikong Wuyou hurried over without hesitation, bending down carefully to pick up Yan Clan, "Let’s head back first."
"Okay."
At this mont, Sikong Wuyou felt like a stabilizing force for her, managing to calm her heart with just a single sentence.
The dicine Sikong Wuyou gave was undoubtedly the most effective. Despite Yan Clan’s severe injuries, the bleeding was almost imdiately stopped.
This also gave her a chance to cling to the last breath.
After all the commotion, An Ning had no mind to eat anymore.
However, the banquet was already prepared, just waiting to be served. It wouldn’t be good to leave everyone hungry because of them.
At the sa ti, it’s also to prevent this incident from becoming overly gossiped about!
After all, when people have just enjoyed a feast, they are less likely to turn around and gossip about those who provided it.
So, under An Dafu’s greeting, outsiders went to eat.
Gossip might be tempting, but An Dafu had prepared a banquet with full chicken, duck, and pork, which was hard to see, let alone eat, in the village.
The opportunity to eat at couldn’t be passed up. Compared to that, Gao Family’s gossip seed far less important.
After the doctor had seen her, Gao Mutou stepped forward and asked quickly, "Doctor, how is my wife?"
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