After listening, Li Jingsheng finally understood that Master Liu liked to mix in some dialect that was hard to understand when he spoke.
It could be considered plastic Mandarin.
It seems this young man wasn't kidney-cut.
"Why do we need to carry him? Can't he walk on his own?"
Li Jingsheng had already squatted down immediately to start examining the injuries of the young man on the makeshift stretcher.
There was a bloodstain about fourteen or fifteen centimeters long on the right side of the waist, still bleeding.
The amount of bleeding didn't look particularly serious.
The wound seemed shallower than expected.
Just more scratches on the surface.
"We heard that injuries to the stomach and waist should best not be moved, afraid something might go wrong, so we put together a makeshift stretcher to bring him over."
His colleague, Master Shun, eagerly answered.
Master Shun seemed to have quite a high status in their small team.
His thinking was also nimbler than Master Liu.
"Are you guys working nearby this time?"
Li Jingsheng knew they were taking up work all over the city, demolishing walls, clearing renovation waste, making some hard-earned money.
"No, we were at the Country Garden area, took a bus to come over."
Upon hearing this, Li Jingsheng couldn't help but twitch his face.
Master Shun and Master Liu were really stingy people. They were just too frugal.
"There was no other way. We initially hailed a taxi, but when they saw Xiao Shan covered in blood, afraid of getting the car dirty, they wouldn't let him in. In the end, we had no choice but to squeeze onto the bus. Fortunately, this time of day there weren't many people. If it was an hour or two later, during the after-work rush, we probably would have had no choice but to call 120 for an ambulance."
Master Shun seemed to understand Li Jingsheng's thoughts, explaining with a bitter face.
Calling an ambulance would cost at least 150 yuan.
They made a few hard-earned bucks, not easily willing to squander it like that.
Squeezing onto a bus was cheap, only 1 yuan per person.
Three people only needed 3 yuan to settle in.
"Hey, you young man, honestly now, we told you to pay attention to safety, pay attention to safety, but you just wouldn't listen. Now you've hurt yourself like this, what are we supposed to do? You made me and Old Liu stop working to bring you over for treatment. We really don't know what to say to you!"
Master Shun complained to the young man lying on the makeshift stretcher.
Clearly, he had an equal relationship with Master Liu while with the young man, it was more of a foreman-worker relationship.
Last time when Master Liu got hurt, Master Shun didn't have this attitude.
The young man lying on the stretcher showed a face full of pain and remained silent despite the scolding.
"Dr. Li, is his injury serious?"
"The wound isn't deep, just a bit long. How did he get injured?"
Li Jingsheng didn't hurry to start treatment.
He definitely needed to figure it out before treating.
"He got scratched. When he was standing on the ladder drilling, I don't know how he fell down. It's lucky the impact drill didn't hurt him."


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