readsfreenovel Chapter 137 An Unexpected Incident: The Green Family Farm (1)
Chapter 137 An Unexpected Incident: The Green Family Farm (1)
Chapter 137 An Unexpected Incident: The Green Family Farm (Part 1)
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"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."
Rick raced through the dense forest, clutching the unconscious Carl tightly in his arms.
Running for such a long time has taken a huge toll on his physical strength, leaving him almost completely exhausted.
But the thought that little Karl would soon die if he didn't receive timely treatment gave him a renewed burst of strength.
However, when they finally managed to escape the forest, they were greeted by a vast expanse of open grassland.
"Run! You idiot!"
Sean turned around and saw Otis falling behind. He was extremely anxious and quickly turned back to grab him, urging him sharply, "Take us there quickly!"
"How far is it?"
Rick looked around but couldn't see the farm Otis had mentioned. He turned back anxiously and shouted, his voice filled with impatience, "How far!"
Otis, panting heavily, his obese body heaving with each breath, hastily pointed Rick in the right direction: "That way! Half a mile more..."
"..."
Rick didn't dare to waste a moment. Once he had identified the direction, he quickened his pace. Every second he sped up gave little Carl a better chance of survival.
Behind him, Otis, panting heavily, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Herschel... go find Herschel! He'll save your son!"
He had barely finished speaking when his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, clearly utterly exhausted. He kept muttering, "I'm sorry..."
"Let's go, hurry!"
Sean had no choice but to reach out and help Otis up, dragging his heavy body as he struggled to follow behind Rick.
...a dozen minutes later.
Rick finally spotted a farm in the distance, with a white house standing in the center of the farm.
Clearly, this is the place Otis was referring to.
"..."
A spark of hope ignited in Rick's heart. He was on the verge of exhaustion, and was only holding on by his strong willpower.
"Huff...huff...ah..."
He gasped for breath, enduring the pain in his arms, and pulled his son, who was slipping due to exhaustion, back into his arms. With his last breath, he quickly moved closer to the farm.
This scene was witnessed by the farm owner through binoculars.
"..."
In the hallway, Maggie put down her binoculars and called out anxiously into the house, "Dad!"
Just now, she came out of the house for some fresh air and suddenly noticed a figure rapidly approaching her from a distance.
At first, she thought it was one of those terrifying monsters outside, but upon closer inspection through her binoculars, she realized it was a policeman holding a child, his clothes covered in horrifying bloodstains...
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Maggie quickly ran back inside to call for help.
A short while later, Hershel and the others came out of the house, their faces wary and tense, staring intently at the unexpected guest.
"Was he bitten?"
Hershel spoke first, asking very cautiously.
He is the owner of this farm and also an excellent veterinarian.
"Shot!"
Rick quickly replied, emphasizing, "It was your men who did it."
When the farm workers heard that the person had been injured by one of their own, they were all very surprised and rushed forward to check on the situation.
Patricia asked nervously, "Otis?"
The policeman's words gave her a bad feeling, because her husband was the only one who had gone out and not returned to the farm.
Rick was extremely anxious and had no time to explain the whole story to them.
"He told me to find Hershel, are you one of them?"
His gaze swept over the group before finally settling on the white-haired old man in front of him. He then pleaded helplessly, "Help me, save my son."
"..."
Hershel glanced at the child in his arms, not daring to delay for a moment, and quickly urged him, "Take him inside, hurry and come inside."
As he spoke, he led the way, rolling up his sleeves as he methodically instructed, "Patricia, bring the whole set of tools."
“Maggie.”
Maggie, who was following behind them, quickly replied, "I'm here."
"Bring me all the painkillers and hemostatic agents."
"Clean towels, sheets, alcohol."
As they were talking, Hershel led Rick into a clean and tidy room.
He yanked off the sheet, gesturing for Rick to put the child on the bed.
"..."
Rick quickly did as he was told, and looking at his son's pale face, his heart ached as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles.
While everyone else was busily preparing the supplies needed for the surgery, Hershel could only say to Rick, "Bring me a pillowcase."
"Is he still alive?"
"..."
Hershel had no time to consider his feelings. While untying the belt used to stop the bleeding, she urged, "Hurry up and bring the pillowcase over!"
"..."
Rick then realized what was happening, quickly grabbed a clean pillowcase, and couldn't help but ask again, "Is he still alive?"
At this moment, his biggest concern is whether his son is still alive.
"Fold the pillowcase up, fold it into a square."
"...Press on the wound."
Hershel instructed Rick to press on the wound, then took the stethoscope Patricia handed him and bent down to listen carefully.
Finally, he heard a faint heartbeat inside the child's body, and he breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "There is still a heartbeat, but it is very weak."
"..."
Rick's eyes lit up instantly, and the huge weight that had been pressing on his heart finally eased a little. He wanted to ask something, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.
At that moment, Patricia squeezed through from behind and said to him, "I'll press it, you step back."
Upon hearing this, Rick instinctively stepped back a little to let her take over.
Beside him, Hershel removed his stethoscope and instructed again, "Maggie, the IV tubing."
Maggie came over with the IV supplies she had prepared beforehand. Seeing Rick still standing blankly by the bed, she gently advised, "We need a place."
"..."
Rick didn't react at all, his eyes fixed on little Carl, his gaze filled with tension and worry.
"What's your name?"
Hershel then realized that he didn't know the name of the policeman in front of him.
Rick.
Rick?
"I, I, I am Rick."
Rick was completely flustered and could barely speak.
As a father himself, Hershel understood Rick's feelings perfectly. While administering an IV to little Carl, he gently comforted him, "Rick, we'll do our best, okay?"
"You need to give us some space."
After saying that, seeing that Rick was still standing there, he had to raise his voice and say, "Now!"
"..."
Rick had no choice but to obey their orders, taking several steps back to completely clear the space beside the bed.
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"Come on!"
Just then, Sean's loud urging came from outside the window.
"..."
Rick turned around and saw that Sean and the others had arrived.
He walked out of the room, looking lost and disoriented, and came outside, where he ran right up to two people who were panting heavily.
Seeing his distraught appearance, Otis felt a pang of anxiety and asked nervously, "Is he still alive?"
"..."
Faced with the man who had accidentally hurt his child, Rick was momentarily at a loss for words.
He reached up to wipe the sweat from his face, only to find his hands covered in Karl's blood, which then smeared his face with blood.
"..."
Seeing this, Sean quickly took out a towel from his backpack and stepped forward to wipe the blood from his face, gently comforting him, "It's okay...it's okay now..."
“You have blood on your face, man.”
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"..."
Rick clutched the towel stained with his son's blood tightly in his hands, his mind blank.
This usually calm and collected man was now completely panicked.
"give it to me."
Sean reached for the towel, but when he refused, he asked gently, "Where is he? Is he alright?"
"..."
Rick's lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word. He could only turn around and lead them into the house, back to the room they had just been in...
In the room, little Karl lay on the bed, his face pale, a sight that broke one's heart.
As soon as they entered, Hershel asked with a serious expression, "Do you know his blood type?"
"Type A positive, just like me."
Rick answered without hesitation, his voice tinged with tension and urgency.
"That's so lucky."
"Don't go too far, we'll need you later..."
After giving Rick his instructions, Hershel turned to Otis and asked, "What's going on?"
"I'm hunting deer..."
Otis, his face contorted with guilt, mumbled an explanation: "The bullet pierced through the deer and hit him; it went right through."
"The deer slowed down the bullet and saved his life."
After learning what had happened, Hershel began to explain Karl's injuries: "But the bullet didn't completely pass through his body; it shattered into several pieces. If I could remove the bullet fragments, I think there would be six..."
His voice was deep and slow, each word like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.
"..."
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned grave, and the air seemed to freeze.
They were all clearly aware that performing such a surgery under the current conditions would undoubtedly be a huge challenge.
"I didn't even see him until he fell to the ground..."
Otis, who caused all of this, was almost overwhelmed by a heavy sense of guilt, and he explained to Patricia again and again that he did not do it on purpose.
"..."
Rick suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Sean, "Does Lori know?"
Upon hearing this, Sean shook his head and replied, "No, she..."
"My wife doesn't know, she doesn't know yet..."
Rick muttered to himself, nearly collapsing as he thought about how Lori was still completely unaware of what was happening here. His eyes were filled with pain and confusion.
Unbeknownst to him, Lori, far away in the forest, seemed to sense something, for the sudden gunshot had left her deeply disturbed...
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