Happy and helpful Xiamen composition

One Sunday afternoon, my sister and I played hide-and-seek in the street park and wrote a composition about helping others.

Suddenly, my sister tripped over a stone, opened a hole in her right knee, and the blood flowed straight out. I quickly lifted my sister up from the ground, only to find that her hand was broken and the wound was still stained with stone slag and a few small pieces of glass. This makes me very anxious, and I don't know what to do at the moment.

Knock, knock. A burst of hard footsteps came from far to near. An aunt in her twenties ran towards us. She is tall, dressed in straight western-style clothes and has fashionable curly hair. What's wrong with you, little sister? A gentle voice came into my ears and I looked at her doubtfully. By the time I came to my senses, she had run to the hospital with her sister in her arms.

I soon caught up with her. At this time, I found that her beautiful skirt was stained with the blood of her sister's leg.

When she arrived at the hospital, she registered and asked for a doctor. She wrote A Helpful Person in Senior Three. After her sister's wound was bandaged, she took us to the pharmacy to get the medicine. When she was busy, she took out a white handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face.

I wonder when my mother came to the hospital. Knowing what had happened, she looked gratefully at the aunt she didn't know, and repeatedly said that the aunt smiled, handed the medicine to her mother, said goodbye and turned away.