Soon, screams of surprise rose and fell.
"My God, this person is still alive!"
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
"Thank you, Goddess Guanyin, for your blessings!"
"..."
The villagers used the method Xiao Qingyin suggested to save more than twenty people.
From then on, they regarded the big willow tree at the entrance of the village as a tree god and the river beside the village as a sacred river.
Every year on the day of the earthquake, people break off willow branches, bathe in holy water, and pray for the protection of Guanyin.
The Guanyin statue they enshrined in the village temple bore a striking resemblance to Xiao Qingyin in terms of eyebrows and eyes.
"Young Master, do you think Miss Xiao might truly be a celestial being descended to earth?"
Yi Wu quietly asked Yi Shuihan.
"If she really is a goddess, what will happen to your marriage?"
Yi Shuihan: "???"
"What does this have to do with marriage?"
“It’s a huge deal,” Yi Wu replied. “One of you is a deity, and the other is the King of Hell. You’ve crossed boundaries. The Heavenly Court will definitely break you up.”
"roll!"
...
Xiao Qingyin worked with the South Fifth Battalion, rescuing villagers one by one. By noon the next day, they had finally completed the rescue work in the twenty most severely affected villages.
There are still a dozen or so villages; I need to visit them this afternoon.
When he was starving, Yi Shuihan brought him a bowl of meat porridge.
"Let's eat something first."
Xiao Qingyin shook her head.
"I have no strength."
She handled all the seriously injured patients; she couldn't remember how many surgeries she performed, but her hands were shaking terribly.
I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to hold the bowl.
Yi Shuihan noticed that her hands were trembling slightly, and after a moment's thought, he understood.
So he said, "I'll feed you."
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