Chapter 277: The Flower Field]

The medical level was very poor more than 20 years ago. Ye Yong's wound became infected and inflamed, and he was in pain day and night.

Sometimes he would be awakened by the pain even when he fell asleep.

After a few days, the wound even emitted a foul odor.

Ye Yong had only smelled this odor on dead animals or people.

He was obviously still alive, but his body was rotten.

Sometimes the pain was so severe that Ye Yong wanted to kill himself and put an end to it all!

Ye Yong didn't want to live such a miserable life!

But every time he thought about this, Ye Yong saw Ye Xianghong running around for him, washing his dirty pants, and applying medicine for him regardless of the stench, and he would try hard to suppress those thoughts of wanting to die.

If he died, what would happen to Xianghong?

This woman who would tremble for a long time when someone yelled at her, can she survive in this dangerous world without him?

Thinking of this, Ye Yong gritted his teeth and endured it.

He was a man of bad temper, and when he was in pain or uncomfortable, he would usually vent his anger by smashing things and cursing at others.

But Ye Xianghong couldn't stand people talking loudly, and was also afraid of such violent things as smashing things.

Ye Yong could only pull Ye Xianghong to talk, saying random things to divert his attention.

He would also tell Ye Xianghong stories, some of which were what he encountered, and some of which happened to his brothers and sisters in the village and county.

Some were funny, and some were strange and scary.

Ye Xianghong was a very good listener. She usually looked dull, but she was very serious when listening to stories.

Maybe she didn't even know that her expression always changed when she listened to Ye Yong telling stories.

When she heard something funny, she would smile and stare at Ye Yong.

That smile was like a blooming flower, with delicate petals brushing against Ye Yong's heart.

If she heard something she couldn't understand, she, who was a little dull, would not ask, but would just stare at Ye Yong blankly.

Her big eyes were full of confusion.

Ye Yong couldn't help but pinch her little face.

Who made her look at him so cutely?

If Ye Yong deliberately told scary things to scare Ye Xianghong, she would jump into Ye Yong's arms, trying to think that this was the safest place.

Even if the person who scared her was the owner of this embrace.

Ye Yong was hugged by her, and it was sweet...

but also a little uncomfortable.

Ye Xianghong was very strong, and every time she got into his arms, he would lean back.

Ye Yong taught Ye Xianghong for a long time before she learned to crawl into his arms more gently.

But as his leg injury worsened, Ye Yong could no longer divert his attention by telling stories or looking at Ye Xianghong's face.

He began to have a high fever and even hallucinated from the pain.

The doctor at the clinic said that he was unlucky and that the high fever was due to wound infection. If he continued like this, he would die in a few days.

Ye Yong was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that if he died, no one would be able to protect his wife. But

human will is not omnipotent. He was defeated by the disease and lay in bed in a daze.

Ye Xianghong stayed by his side and wiped his body with cold water, so that he would feel more comfortable.

But two days later, he woke up in a daze in the morning and found that Ye Xianghong was gone!

Ye Zhenghua told him that his family found Ye Xianghong missing when they woke up early in the morning, and they joked with him, "Xianghong probably saw you as useless, so she ran away to find another man!"

He was so happy when he said that.

Ye Yong wanted to tear his mouth apart!

But under the torture of illness and high fever, Ye Yong could hardly move a finger, so he could only remain silent and be laughed at by Ye Zhenghua.

What made him sadder than Ye Zhenghua's verbal attack was Ye Xianghong's departure.

Did she really give up on him, so she went to find someone else?

That night, Ye Yong was in a daze, and he felt that the next second he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them again.

In a daze, he heard a noisy sound.

Someone entered his room...

When Ye Yong woke up again, Ye Xianghong, who had disappeared for a day, appeared again. There was a black thing on her head, and she was wiping something on the wound on his leg.

Seeing that he woke up, Ye Xianghong hurriedly fed him water and porridge.

Ye Yong didn't even have a chance to speak, and was half-held by Ye Xianghong to feed him. After drinking the water and porridge, he felt strong.

He realized that he didn't have a fever, and the leg injury didn't seem to hurt that much.

"Xianghong, what happened?"

After Ye Yong asked, he learned the whole story from Ye Xianghong.

It turned out that Ye Xianghong didn't run away. She heard from others that an old Chinese doctor who was very magical came to a village far away from Xiangyang Village, so she got up early to look for him.

The old Chinese doctor was old and his legs were not very convenient. Ye Xianghong found him at noon, carried him on his back, and walked for most of the day on the dirt road in the mountains. He returned to the Ye family late at night.

Ye Yong had a high fever and his face was red. According to the old Chinese doctor, if he had come later, even if he didn't die, he would have been burned stupid.

Fortunately, the old Chinese doctor had medicine in his box. After Ye Yong took it, his condition gradually improved.

He also checked Ye Yong's leg injury. While Ye Yong was confused due to the fever, he scraped off the rotten flesh of the leg injury. However, he was still short of a few herbs for the healing medicine. Ye Xianghong

went into the mountains to look for medicine before dawn. According to the old Chinese doctor's description, he picked all the herbs he liked and brought them home. After two or three trips back and forth, he finally found them all.

Before Ye Yong woke up, the old Chinese doctor prepared the medicine and asked Ye Xianghong to apply it on Ye Yong.

Seeing that Ye Yong was fine, the old Chinese doctor yawned and looked half dead. He said that if Ye Xianghong hadn't knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him until he bled, and carried him on his back for such a long distance on the mountain road, he would not have wanted to torture his old bones like this.

He also said that Ye Yong was lucky, and that he was young and had a strong body recovery ability. The medicine was effective, but whether his leg would become lame in the future would depend on his subsequent recovery, but his life was saved.

Ye Yong then realized that the black spot on Ye Xianghong's head was an ointment for treating external injuries.

He also saw a scar at the corner of Ye Xianghong's eye, where her red teardrop mole was, and it was also medicated.

Ye Xianghong said that when she was returning to the village without telling the old Chinese doctor, a young girl said that she was cheating on Ye Yong with a man, and called her a vixen and wanted to beat her.

Although she dodged the other party, she was still grabbed, leaving a bloody mark on the teardrop mole.

After listening to Ye Xianghong's description of the girl's appearance, Ye Yong was silent. He remembered that girl, who had always followed him around since she was a child and said she wanted to be his wife.

When his leg was just broken, the girl came and threw herself on him and cried. Later, she smelled the rotten smell on his leg and never came again.

This bloody mark was caused by him, and it was an unprovoked disaster brought to Ye Xianghong.

Ye Yong said that he would avenge Ye Xianghong after his leg healed. Then Ye Xianghong grabbed his hand and whispered that fighting was not good, don't fight, don't hit people. After talking

for a long time, Ye Yong was annoyed by her nagging, but he didn't dare to lose his temper for fear of scaring her. He could only nod and replied: "I don't hit people, don't be afraid."

When Ye Xianghong heard this, she suddenly smiled: "Ayong doesn't hit people, he is a good person."

The smile bloomed like a flower.

Ye Yong seemed to see a field

of flowers. It was so beautiful that it seemed not to be in the mortal world.

It hit the deepest part of his heart.

He was like a person who accidentally entered this field of flowers, as if he wanted to merge with it.

The world that was once irritable and cold suddenly became gentle.

For some reason, Ye Yong nodded: "Well, I don't hit people, I am a good person."