The person was placed onto the carriage.
Chen Sufen lit the wind lamp.
Under the lamplight, seeing a head covered in blood and legs smeared with blood, Liu Yueer screamed on the spot.
"Quick, put away the small table and lay out the blanket." Tong Huaqiong was concerned that bloodstains would be difficult to clean off the carriage, making it hard to explain to the owner, Boss Qian.
Chen Sufen, suppressing her nausea at the smell of blood, swiftly tidied away the small table used for tea and snacks, while Liu Yueer shook out the blanket from the seat behind and spread it on the floor.
Qin Qingyou and the Lu Family's driver carefully laid the injured young man onto the blanket.
"Sir, once we pass through the small forest ahead, we'll reach the town. Should we leave him at the medical clinic?" Qin Qingyou asked.
Tong Huaqiong replied, "Not yet. I have some styptic powder here; let's apply it first."
