Mo Tingzhu couldn't see the road ahead clearly, he couldn't tell whether it was day or night.
It was always pitch black, making it hard to breathe.
Autumn clothes were much thicker than spring and summer clothes. They were now wet and stuck to his body, making him feel as if he were filled with lead. Every step he took was extremely difficult.
He felt that his whole body was burning.
I guess I'm going to catch a cold again.
It is not known whether to say that he was lucky or unlucky, he actually found a bundle of firewood next to a tree. It was probably placed there by a woodcutter who came up the mountain.
It felt soaked, but he figured it might still be usable, so he carried it on his back.
He also found a lot of wild fruits, which were barely enough to fill his stomach.
He seemed to have suddenly become enlightened, as if he had found the way. He returned along the same route and actually found the cave very quickly.
But he didn't know that he had not walked very far, probably less than a mile, and he had taken a lot of detours. Now he was only a hundred meters away from the cave. It would be strange if he couldn't find it.
He dragged his heavy body and moved into the cave step by step.
He really had to move it. His legs felt like they were tied with sandbags, heavy and his mind was not clear.
His head was splitting with pain, as if there were two little people knocking bowls and spoons in his head, making him irritated but helpless.
He was having difficulty breathing. There was too much rain on his face, so he wiped it hard with his palm.
“Plop.”
He fell in front of the cave entrance, his face flushed, and he was burned out of consciousness.
Tang Wan was awakened by the sound and was shocked to see the person lying at the entrance of the cave.
She looked around but didn't see Mo Tingzhu.
A ridiculous idea emerged from her mind.
She didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She ran over and squatted down to check.
It was too dark inside the cave. There was no candlelight or fire. She could only see a black thing. When she got closer, she reached out and touched it. When she felt the fabric, she confirmed that it was Mo Tingzhu.
She took great pains to drag the man to lie on the stone bed.
She hadn't eaten anything and was very hungry. It was difficult for her to drag a grown man.
She felt dizzy and stood there for a long time before finally coming to her senses.
She quickly stripped off all his clothes.
She touched his forehead tentatively again.
It’s hot, really too hot, almost scorching hot.
Even hotter than the day before.
She tore open her dress and wiped the water marks on his body, crying as she wiped: "You fool, what are you running out for?"
"Wanwan, eat..." He frowned uneasily, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and kept repeating it.
Perhaps because he had no strength left, he could only murmur these words.
Tang Wan's tears fell on him, leaving a trail of water on his chest.
“It hurts so much…”
Please stop raining. It hurts when it hits my body...
Tang Wan wiped away her tears and covered him with all her clothes again.
She then ran to check what was at the entrance of the cave.
There were about a dozen fruits in the small cloth bag, each as big as a woman's fist and bright red.
She knew this fruit was edible.
There was also a bundle of firewood. It was wet, but probably because it hadn't been exposed to too much rain, it was still dry inside. When it burned, it would just produce a little more smoke, but it was still usable.
She hastily lit the fire again.
The thick smoke made her cough repeatedly. This is the bad thing about wet firewood. The smoke is too heavy. After a few more breaths, it makes people feel nauseous and unable to breathe.
But at this moment, I have no other choice but to make do with it.
What worried her most was not this thing, but that Mo Tingzhu had a fever again. Fever is not a trivial matter and it can be fatal if you are not careful.
This is not the palace. If you get sick, there are no medicines to treat it, not even to reduce the fever. If you faint from the fever or your brain is damaged, your life will be ruined.
She looked at Mo Tingzhu's body, which was covered with scratches of varying sizes and depths. She guessed that all of them were caused by looking for these things.
She was already very hungry, so she could only nibble on a piece of fruit in small bites.
Then she tore off a few more pieces of her skirt, ran out to collect rainwater, heated it on the fire, and put it on Mo Tingzhu's forehead.
Repeat this process back and forth, and when the water is used up, add another pot of water and continue rotating.
Her sleeves were wet, as was the hem of her skirt, but she didn't care.
She didn't want anything to happen to Mo Tingzhu.
After tossing and turning for a whole night, she almost fainted from exhaustion, but Mo Tingzhu still showed no signs of having a fever subsiding.
She was afraid, so she could only take off a layer of her clothes and cover him with them.
She found that the core of the fruit could be boiled in water, so she boiled a pot of water and fed it to him little by little with leaves.
Another day and night passed, and Mo Tingzhu's fever finally subsided.
But Tang Wan fainted from exhaustion and fell unconscious.
When Mo Tingzhu woke up, it was already the next morning.
Tang Wan was thinly dressed and her face was as pale as paper. She fell to the ground and the fire had long been extinguished.
Mo Tingzhu stood up suddenly, and the cloth on his forehead fell off.
He probably knew what was going on and had an indescribable feeling in his heart, but he blamed himself more for not being able to keep up.
Why did I choose to get sick at this time?
He picked up Tang Wan and wrapped her in clothes.
Her forehead was incredibly hot at this moment, and she didn't know how long it had been burning.
Mo Tingzhu looked at the rain outside and wanted to rush out to find someone, but he didn't dare.
It’s not because he’s afraid of death, but because if he really died outside, who would know that Tang Wan was here.
If he fainted outside and was lucky enough to be rescued, who knows when he would wake up again.
If something goes wrong, who will take responsibility?
He didn't dare to gamble and couldn't gamble, because that was his wife's life.
He could only sit there and pray to God for mercy.
Perhaps when a person is extremely unlucky, things will turn around and good times will come.
A woodcutter came in from outside, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back and wearing a straw hat.
He was also soaked and was standing there shaking off the water. I guess he was here to take shelter from the rain.
When Mo Tingzhu saw him, he felt like he had seen a savior: "Brother, can you, can you go and tell the news for me? I will give you money. As long as you are willing to go, the reward will be no less than that."
The woodcutter was a big and strong man. Seeing that the woodcutter was covered in dirt and looked like a beggar, he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.
Seeing the beautiful girl in his arms, he subconsciously concluded that this beauty must have been abducted by him.
His daughter was also abducted by a beggar, so I hate people traffickers the most.
He looked at Mo Tingzhu, anger rising in his heart, wondering why the heavy rain didn't kill this beggar here.
It is his blessing that God allows him to kill a beacon himself.
He was already a big and strong man, and he looked even more terrifying when he frowned.
"What is your relationship with the woman in your arms?"
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