Falling into the sea at least offered a glimmer of hope, but the place where Yang Wan disappeared was a winding mountain road.
The mountains are home to a diverse range of species, especially at this time of year when various animals are relatively active.
When you take a walk in the mountains, there is a high chance that you will encounter venomous snakes, various poisonous insects and ants, and you might get bitten if you are not careful.
If a person is bitten and not treated promptly, even a slightly more venomous bite can be fatal, while a less venomous bite can cause unconsciousness and damage to the nervous system.
Shu Wenyuan had even heard of hunters who went up the mountain to hunt and were accidentally bitten by unknown poisonous insects. Because they did not receive timely treatment, their entire arms quickly turned black and died, eventually looking as if they had been amputated, and they could not move their arms at all.
Besides venomous snakes and insects, the mountains are also home to wild boars, badgers, and other ferocious beasts that could easily bite off half a person's face if one is not careful...
It's hard not to worry when someone disappears in such a dangerous place.
Shu Wenyuan grew increasingly worried. Although he didn't say anything, he remained uneasy.
I wonder where Yang Wan is now, and whether she's alive and well...
If she's still alive, I hope she can be found soon.
He was still waiting to retire successfully so he could reunite with her and their daughter's family...
Meanwhile, in a mountain village halfway up the mountain.
As if sensing something, Yang Wan's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and her eyes rolled wildly, as if she were fighting against something in her dream.
The next second, as if she had broken free of her shackles, she suddenly opened her eyes.
When the old lady saw that she was awake, she immediately came over with joy and gestured excitedly.
Yang Wan roughly understood her body language.
She was saying: You're awake, are you hungry?
Yang Wan lay weakly on the haystack, slowly exhaling a breath.
This was already the umpteenth day of her unconscious state.
My mental state is really bad, and my perception of the passage of time has become weak. I always feel like a long time has passed, but when I think about it carefully, it seems like only a few days have passed.
Her lips were so dry they ached, and her throat felt like it was on fire. She desperately wanted to drink some water to soothe her throat, but when she opened her mouth, her voice was terribly hoarse.
In addition, she was really weak and could only utter a few short, hoarse syllables, unable to say a complete sentence.
Grandma Yao hurriedly brought over a chipped porcelain bowl, stirring the soup inside with a spoon, making a crisp "clinking" sound.
Yang Wan had just woken up, and her senses were still sluggish.
Only when she heard this sound did her hearing seem to slowly recover.
After a moment, a bitter smell filled my nostrils.
She frowned, sniffed carefully, and realized that the smell was coming from the broken bowl in Grandma Yao's hand.
Yang Wan squinted at her, wanting to ask what was in the bowl, but realized she couldn't speak at all.
Even if she could speak, the old lady wouldn't be able to answer.
Grandma Yao is mute.
The old lady stirred the herbal soup in the bowl, occasionally touching the side of the bowl to check the temperature of the soup, afraid of scalding Yang Wan.
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