When Wu Yahui heard this, her face suddenly turned pale, and she pushed the villagers aside to see what happened. When her eyes fell on her beloved son, she screamed, "Who beat my Jianmin like this?!"
She rushed over and hugged her son, shouting anxiously, "Jianmin, my son, wake up! Don't scare your mother like this!"
Everyone stood aside with no intention of helping. Dong Li sighed and opened his school bag. He took out a small jar of ointment from his bag and walked towards the fence.
Although he felt that Chen Jianmin deliberately let himself get beaten and it was a bit of a loss to give this ointment to him, seeing that his injury was so serious, Dong Li still stretched out his hand and said, "Aunt Chen, this is the ointment for treating wounds. You can use it to treat Classmate Chen's wounds first."
Hearing his words, Wu Yahui raised her head and saw a small jar of ointment on Dong Li's palm, and asked, "Nephew Dong, where did you get this ointment?"