Chapter 300: Losing the vest
When Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned on his shoulder, Song Moting immediately knew that she was asleep.
Her muscles were no longer tense, her breathing became long and deep, and she lay beside him as soft as a boneless person.
He rested his lips on her cold forehead for a moment, then turned his head slightly so that his cheek was against hers so that she could share as much of his warmth as possible.
If they survived tonight, it would be because of her tenacity.
His eyes followed her as she moved about and worked, though sometimes moving his head gave him a headache so severe that he almost blacked out.
As he looked ahead he saw her staggering, then crawling, exhausted from taking care of both of them, and he was furious that he could not help her and could only lie there frustrated like a useless fool.
She had driven herself far beyond the limits of human physical strength, at a time when most people would have sat down and said they "couldn't do it anymore", and in order to take care of him, she had seriously neglected her own health.
He suspected she was dehydrated because he would have known if she had urinated during the day.
He had been keeping a close eye on her ever since he regained consciousness, even when he couldn't see her, he was listening to her every move.
She allowed herself only a few sips of water that day, while forcing herself to work for several hours.
Now it's not just him, there's another person who needs to be taken care of.
Damn, it would be great if he could recover at this time.
In the early morning hours, the temperature will drop to around minus 30 degrees Celsius, with wind chills of minus 40 degrees Celsius.
This is too cold for anyone.
Although the shed is windproof, it is not airtight.
In the early morning, Song Moting felt that the fire was about to go out.
He tried to sit up to see if he still had the splitting headache from yesterday.
If things were better today, Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn't have to work so hard.
The result was that Song Moting sat up effortlessly, with almost no feeling on his head or body.
As if he wasn't injured.
Song Moting touched his forehead in surprise.
The gauze there had been rubbed off while I was sleeping.
A black line blocked his view.
It dangles above the eyebrows and is very annoying.
The wound should have been at least six inches in size, but now it feels extremely smooth. What is this... ?
Song Moting wondered strangely whether he had not woken up yet.
What kind of magical operation is this?
Can wounds heal overnight?
Suddenly he remembered the porridge Jiang Xiaoxiao gave him.
He didn't even have time to ask yesterday.
Where did Jiang Xiaoxiao find the rice and pot?
These things were not included in the luggage that the two of them packed.
Where did Jiang Xiaoxiao get these things from in the wilderness?
If he hadn't fallen from the tree and hadn't had his head knocked out, he would have remembered it clearly.
After I fell from the tree, I should have landed on a pile of things, definitely not the cold and hard ground.
Later, Jiang Xiaoxiao moved him down from that place and put him on the rabbit skin mattress.
He remembered distinctly what he felt were like sacks.
Where did the sack come from? What was in the sack?
The most important thing is that he now feels that he has recovered a lot. At this time yesterday, although he hoped that he could recover immediately, this immediate recovery seemed simply incredible.
All the pain in his body disappeared, if he remembered correctly.
In addition to the hit on the head, my shoulder blade might even be dislocated.
Judging from the time, the place where my head was hit should have been swollen like a pig's head by now.
But now it is smooth and even the sutured wound is intact.
The whole person looked like someone who had never been in a car accident.
How can this not be surprising?
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoxiao who was sleeping soundly with a complicated expression.
He knew that there was something mysterious about his wife, although Jiang Xiaoxiao had never said it.
But he was careful and would still observe, for example, the time when Jiang Xiaoxiao helped the forest farm director's daughter-in-law deliver a baby.
That was not a simple delivery, and he certainly knew the serious consequences of heavy bleeding.
But Jiang Xiaoxiao is able to bring people back to life just like that.
Everyone said that Jiang Xiaoxiao's medical skills were amazing, and he believed that, but he still couldn't explain many things about Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Although Jiang Xiaoxiao had only done some basic bandaging and medical skills, the smooth movements and skilled operation methods made him know that it was as if Jiang Xiaoxiao had been practicing for more than ten years.
Including my grandfather's favorite medicinal wine, all the old ailments on his body were alleviated overnight.
I have visited many hospitals and many famous doctors are helpless. This disease can only be regarded as a long-term chronic illness. It is impossible to cure it completely. The best it can do is to slightly relieve the pain.
But since drinking Jiang Xiaoxiao's medicinal wine, the old man's sleep has improved, and the pain in his body seems to disappear overnight.
The old man and the old lady didn't notice, so how could their grandson not notice that the silver hair on the old man and the old lady's heads gradually turned black.
A secret recipe passed down from generation to generation? Something that magically appeared? And skilled medical skills?
Why!
He looked at his wife who was sleeping soundly and leaned towards him unconsciously with a faint smile on her lips. He didn't know what sweet dream she was having.
This girl is so heartless.
It seems that I have too many things to worry about.
If she doesn't tell him, he won't ask.
Jiang Xiaoxiao is his wife. No matter what secrets she has or who she is, it cannot change the feeling of harmony and fit between them. Jiang Xiaoxiao seems to be integrated into his bones and blood.
She saved her life several times.
No matter who Jiang Xiaoxiao is, Song Moting doesn't think Jiang Xiaoxiao is a bad person.
Then you have to clean up the mess yourself.
I stood up and looked at the tractor driver next to me.
The driver's condition was worse than his, and oddly enough he seemed to be recovering, but not as quickly as he was.
Song Moting felt relieved.
He will feel relieved as long as outsiders don't notice anything is wrong.
He tucked the quilt in for Jiang Xiaoxiao, got up to add fuel to the fire, and went out to find firewood.
Now it's his turn to play.
Wife, have a good rest.
Pushing aside their boxes that were blocking the doorway, Song Moting began to climb out of the shed and into the gray twilight.
He propped himself up with one hand on the snow, staring blankly at the whiteness around him.
The good news is that the snow has stopped.
The bad news is that the tractor was almost buried after the heavy snow.
Although it's not completely buried, it's almost there.
This made it even more difficult to determine their position from the air, not to mention that the mountains were shrouded in fog and visibility was poor. This new change almost made the situation worse.
(End of this chapter)
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