Chapter 15 Shang Youqing, the mosquito bites me.
The mountain was even steeper and more rugged than they had imagined, and shortly after they entered the dense forest, they heard a loud noise of rubble rolling down from the direction of the mountain road above their heads.
Shang Youqing initially thought that an explosion had occurred above, so he quickly grabbed He Cong by the back of his collar and took him down an extremely narrow and winding ravine below his feet.
The sand and gravel above his head continued to fall down. After an unknown amount of time, Shang Youqing heard a man groaning in pain.
Immediately afterwards, the two men's bodies were finally stopped by the rocks lying across the hillside, and the danger of falling further was stopped.
Shang You cleared his cough and shook off the dust flying off his body.
She suddenly found herself lying on He Cong's body, and He Cong's right arm was tightly holding her lower back.
Shang Youqing wiped his face, pried the hand apart and sat up from him.
He picked up the gravel that rolled to his feet, looked at the rock structure of the gravel, and then put it to his nose and sniffed it gently. He could basically judge that what happened just now was not an explosion, but a sudden landslide.
Shang Youqing glanced at He Cong who was unconscious beside him. He Cong's entire back had hit the rock wall, and blood was already seeping from his back.
I don't know whether this is good news or bad news.
Due to the recent landslide, although those people could not catch up with them anymore, the only way down the mountain was also blocked for the time being.
Shang Youqing grabbed He Cong's arm and looked around, wondering whether he should take advantage of the fact that He Cong was unconscious and use his spiritual power to take him away from here.
However, just as this thought came to her mind, suddenly, that strong and powerful arm grabbed her wrist.
Then, a hoarse voice came from the side of his shoulder: "Go southwest, halfway up the mountain, there is a farmer's house."
...Shang Youqing had no choice but to lower his fingertips that were trying to gather spiritual energy, and looked at him with a slight surprise, "How did you know?"
After several seconds of silence, He Cong replied hoarsely and coldly, "I've been here before."
The man was 1.9 meters tall and was very tall. Shang Youqing asked him to bend his upper body first and then support her to walk.
On the way, she also told Mr. He about the landslide on the mountain road, so that he could be mentally prepared to spend the night in the mountains.
However, He Cong remained silent after hearing this. It seemed as if he was thinking about something else, with an indifferent and pale look on his face.
Not long after they started walking, a heavy rain began to fall in the deep and dark forest. The ground under their feet became muddy, making it even more difficult to move forward.
"Shang Youqing."
He Cong's heavy arms hung around her shoulders and neck, his steps were slow, his eyes, wet by the rain, staring ahead like a deep black lake. Suddenly, he called her by her full name for the first time.
Shang Youqing was using a branch he had broken off along the way to push aside the weeds in front of him. He paused when he heard the sound, thinking that he could not hold on any longer. He turned around to look at him, only to hear him ask in a cold tone.
"Why are you here?"
Huge drops of water flowed from his knife-like jaw and slid into the blood-stained collar of his shirt.
Shang Youqing glanced at him and then looked away, walking forward as he replied, "I came here to rescue a wild animal. What? Mr. He still suspects that I'm in cahoots with those guys up there?"
He Cong lowered his eyes to look at her and simply asked, "What animal?"
"A Lingnan deer, quite pretty."
Perhaps the wound on his back was too painful from being washed by the rain, He Cong suddenly stopped talking and continued to support her as he walked forward in silence.
Before the rain got heavier, Shang Youqing crossed a stream and finally found the farmer's family living halfway up the mountain that He Cong mentioned.
The farmer living in this hidden forest was an elderly grandmother named Jin. She came out in the rain to open the door. It was obvious that she really knew He Cong. When she saw that He Cong was injured, she hurried to help and supported him into the wooden house.
Out of politeness, Shang Youqing also briefly introduced himself to Grandma Jin.
Grandma Jin only had some basic medical supplies. Shang Youqing picked out a few usable items from Grandma Jin's wooden box, and asked her for a clean set of clothes to cut into strips. He turned around and saw He Cong had just taken out his cell phone from his coat. Although there was some water seepage on the outside of the phone, it was successfully turned on after being wiped dry.
The signal was already weak in the mountainous area, and coupled with the bad weather of thunderstorms, He Cong tried several times before he got through.
Shang Youqing looked at He Congyan sitting on the edge of the bed, and like a king, he decisively ordered the person on the phone to drive over to pick him up immediately.
Then... as expected, I got the answer that the road was temporarily impassable due to the large area of landslide.
He Cong paused after hearing this, and then ordered someone to arrange a helicopter to pick him up directly on the mountain.
And then... the person on the other end of the phone said that due to thunderstorms in the mountains, the helicopter could not take off for the time being, at least until the rain stopped.
After two plans to go down the mountain were blocked, He Cong fell silent with a sullen face.
Just when Shang Youqing thought that the He family patriarch was brewing a storm and was about to rage at the person on the other end of the phone, he spoke in a calm voice -
"...Don't let Momo know. If he asks, just say I'm on a business trip. I'll talk about other things when I get back."
After hanging up the phone, Shang Youqing came over with clothes and medicine, "Take off your shirt."
Although He Cong's expression was still not very good, he was still cooperative. After unbuttoning his shirt, Shang Youqing touched his shoulder with his somewhat cold fingertips and reminded him: "Turn around."
He Cong turned his back silently and obediently. While Shang Youqing was treating the wound on his back, he kept a straight face and said nothing. He pursed his thin, pale lips for a long time before opening them slightly. "Miss Shang, can you heal injuries?"
"Is that weird? I can even heal animals."
Shang Youqing helped him bandage the wound that had been treated with medicine, then got off the bed and went to wash his hands in the basin beside the table.
He Cong's eyes dimmed slightly. "Are you saying that I'm worse than an animal?"
Shang Youqing didn't argue with him because the injury on his back was also a shield for her. She felt that people's train of thought was really outrageous sometimes, and she couldn't help but twitched her lip slightly, "I didn't say that."
He Cong stared at her smiling profile for a while, then looked away and tilted his head slightly to look at the rain falling outside the window. His brain was still a little dizzy and hot.
After a while, Shang You washed her hands. Seeing that he was obviously not in good condition, she came over again and touched his forehead with her very cold hand. "Tsk, your temperature is a little high. You might have a fever again in a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Cong grabbed her hand that had just touched his forehead. His eyes were hot and sticky. He stared at her for several seconds and then let go of her hand.
Just then, Grandma Jin went to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of ginger soup. Shang Youqing took a few gulps and drank them, then said to Grandma Jin, "Thank you, Grandma."
Although it was raining outside, the room felt inexplicably damp and stuffy. Shang Youqing went out and hurriedly washed his face.
When she returned to the outer room, Granny Jin had already come out with another empty bowl and said to her worriedly, "Xiao Shang, I saw Mr. He sitting motionless by the bed after drinking the ginger soup. He didn't look right."
"It's okay, grandma. His family will come and take him to the hospital when the rain stops."
The old lady was really nice. She was about to take the initiative to clean up her own room for her to sleep in, but Shang Youqing waved her off. She pointed to a rattan chair in the outer room and said, "Grandma, if I get tired later, I'll sleep here. You don't have to worry about me."
Shang Youqing asked the old lady to go back to the house to rest. She walked to the outer eaves and looked up at the sky above her head. She was wondering when the rain would stop when a call suddenly came from the deathly silent inner room.
"Shang Youqing——"
Shang Youqing thought he had touched a wound or something, so he walked back to the door of the inner room and asked, "What's wrong?"
Perhaps he had begun to have fever symptoms, He Cong's handsome and stern face was a little pale. He still sat neatly and seriously beside the bed, with his thin lips pressed straight, stretched out his hand to show her, and accused her coldly.
"A mosquito bit me."
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