Jian Jing lay on the wooden board, admiring the spectacular sunrise over the sea.

The red sun jumped out of the blue sea, and the sea was sparkling in the morning light. This scene was really shocking. However, if she had a choice, she would still like to watch it on the yacht.

It was too damn cold in the water.

She sneezed several times, and her limbs were frozen. Fortunately, there were energy bars in the storage compartment. She held one in her mouth and took a sip of mineral water from time to time to barely hold on.

But even if there was no danger of water and food shortage, the situation was very serious.

After the sun came out, the strong ultraviolet radiation would cause her to dehydrate and sunburn quickly. If she is unlucky and triggers some strange flag, it might even attract sharks - the dangers of this world should never be underestimated.

How can she save herself?

The locator is the most convenient option, but even if she draws the card now, it cannot be used without activating the main part of the electronic watch.

As for other prop cards, signal bombs are not very effective during the day. Signal smoke is a good choice, but it only lasts for 15 minutes and has a limited coverage area. It is a waste to use it casually.

Forget it, draw it first.

"Draw a card, give me a life-saving card." She begged weakly.

[Drawing cards]

[Drawing completed]

[Name: Item Card·Floating Smoke (1/1)]

[Description: Releases orange floating smoke on the water surface, lasting 15 minutes]

[Note: Recommended to use under certain conditions]

The light gradually became stronger, and the skin soaked in seawater felt stinging.

Jian Jing tore off a layer of skirt, wet it and draped it over her head and neck, more or less blocking out some of the sunlight.

Strength was lost at a rate several times faster

than usual. Jian Jing lay on the board, her consciousness was difficult to concentrate, and she drifted to many strange corners, such as "Titanic", which was still impressive after many years, such as "Jaws", and... Never mind, it seemed that they were all movies about shipwrecks.

The waves rose and fell, pushing her body.

Today is a sunny day with no clouds. Hopefully it won't rain suddenly. The wind is a bit strong, and I don't know how long it will take to search this sea area.

The explosion pushed her far away. If the search direction is the opposite of where she is, it will be a lot of fun.

Moreover, although there is enough fresh water and food in the storage compartment, she is still facing a thorny problem.

People will continue to lose temperature when soaking in warm sea water, let alone the sea in November.

Should I draw a hot pack? No, the hot pack doesn't seem to be waterproof. And it can't last. She doesn't have much courage left, and the new mission has not been completed and settled. She

has to save some money. If she is really unlucky, she will have to drift for a few weeks, and there are places where she will be used.

But Jian Jing's luck is not bad.

This is near the coast, and the monsoon is strong enough. After about two hours, she saw the shadow of the helicopter in the field of vision through the telescope.

Judging from the direction of flight, it was probably flying diagonally across the sea where she was.

Jian Jing took a deep breath and waited.

The deafening noise of the helicopter was getting closer.

She lit the smoke.

In an instant, the orange smoke spread to the sea, creating large patches of orange, as if someone had poured a large bottle of Orange Juice into the sea.

Such a bright color naturally attracted the attention of the helicopter.

It turned around, gradually approached, and hovered above, trying to identify the situation below.

Jian Jing shook the skirt in her hands, and the crystals and diamonds embellished on it reflected bright light in the sunlight, which was extremely eye-catching.

The helicopter was suspended above and lowered the rope ladder.

Someone jumped down and swam to her side: "Teacher Jian?"

Jian Jing said weakly: "She's crying." She's

still conscious and quite sober. Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief and made a gesture to the helicopter, and a rescue basket was immediately lowered from it.

He held Jian Jing's arms, lifted her back, and put her in the basket.

"You are heavy enough, one hundred and fifty pounds, right?" Ji Feng said.

"Bullshit." Jian Jing's swollen head immediately sobered up, "My skirt has three layers and is full of water. How can it not sink?"

He chuckled and motioned for the basket to rise.

Jian Jing was rescued and brought back to the helicopter. An unfamiliar team member immediately covered her with a blanket: "Are you injured?"

"Not bad." She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and couldn't help shivering.

Ji Feng climbed up the rope ladder and quickly closed the cabin door: "I know you're going to ask, so I'll tell you first. Wang Shi's body has been found."

Jian Jing swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. After a while, she smiled bitterly and said, "It's a waste of half a day's effort."

"It's not in vain, at least the case has been solved." Ji Feng comforted her, "It's over, don't worry."

Jian Jing's mood was complicated and she was silent for a long time.

The bloody case that lingered on "Jian Jing" and the dark cloud that lingered in her heart for many years finally ended today. However, what happened has already happened and can never be forgotten.

She couldn't help but sigh softly, as if to dissipate the lump in her chest.

But her lungs were tightly bound and unable to expand, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Hey." Jian Jing couldn't hold on any longer, and said to Ji Feng, "Take off a piece of clothing and give it to me."

Ji Feng: "Wet ones."

"Whatever, I can't breathe." She covered her chest and felt that she couldn't breathe smoothly, "Do you know how tight the evening dress is? My ribs are about to break."

Ji Feng: "..."

He took off his shirt and handed it to her, with a frown on his face.

Jian Jing glanced at the people present.

Everyone turned their backs consciously.

She wrapped herself in a blanket, pulled down the hidden zipper, and took off her clothes. It was like a butterfly finally breaking out of a cocoon after much difficulty. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She

was alive.

The dress was really beautiful, but also really inhumane.

Only after putting on a loose shirt and wrapping herself in a warm blanket did she finally relax.

It was over. She

felt tired and dizzy.

She fell into a heavy sleep and lost consciousness.

Sunburn, hypothermia, high fever, concussion, wound inflammation... the doctor found a lot of problems on Jian Jing.

Fortunately, she was in good health and none of the problems were serious. She didn't even have to go to the operating room and was directly arranged to rest in a single room.

Jian Jing slept for three full days.

During the confrontation with Wang Shi, although he controlled her food and water and deliberately kept her in a weak state, he couldn't stand her cheating and she ate secretly under the covers every day.

The biggest drain is still the energy and the inhalation of anesthetic gases that affect the central nervous system.

However, the data of immunity 1 may seem insignificant, but it protected her very well. By the fifth day, she had basically recovered.

Alas, being sober has its own troubles.

Jian Jing knew that Kang Mucheng would come every day, but she pretended to sleep.

On the sixth day.

Kang Mucheng threw away yesterday's tulips, put fresh water lilies in the vase, and said calmly: "Don't pretend, I don't blame you."

Jian Jing turned over, with most of her face hidden under the sheets, and only a pair of eyes looking at him with guilt.

Kang Mucheng sat down beside the bed, staring at her face: "These two days I have been thinking, if I had been more supportive of you, would you not have kept it a secret from me."

Without waiting for her answer, he said self-deprecatingly, "But I think again, as long as you tell me, I will definitely find a way to stop you. So, what's wrong with you hiding it? What qualifications do I have to blame you?" "

Mr. Kang..." She hesitated to speak.

Kang Mucheng's eyes fell to the window, the autumn wind was blowing, and the leaves of the sycamore were golden. He suddenly said: "When you were lying here last year, I regretted taking too much care of you, but these two days, I still regret it."

"I regret not taking good care of you." He smiled bitterly, "It's very strange."

Jian Jing felt stuffy in her heart, but didn't know what to say.

"Actually, I know you have your own ideas now. I shouldn't interfere in many things." Kang Mucheng retracted his gaze and looked at the slightly unfamiliar girl with a complicated look, "I should treat you as an independent person, only give you advice, and not interfere, but..."

But I can't do it. He thought, but couldn't say it.

The air was silent for a moment.

Jian Jing said: "You just care about me."

Care? Kang Mucheng thought, yes, of course he cares about her, and he is used to her coming to him to discuss anything, but this time, he was excluded.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, but there is no way to dispel it, so I have to bury it in my heart and let it swallow me.

He sighed silently, waving away the subtle emotions: "Fortunately you are okay, now it's over, right?" Jian

Jing nodded, feeling confused: "It's all over."

"I'm glad you're okay." He repeated it again, patting the back of her hand, "Have a good rest, I don't blame you, and I'm not angry with you."

She blinked and pursed her lips: "Really?"

Kang Mucheng laughed and shook his head, as if he couldn't do anything about her: "Just get well soon."

"Don't you blame me for the skirt?" Jian Jing cared a lot, "You only wore it once..."

"It's just a skirt." Kang Mucheng was helpless, "I'll give you another one, forget it."

She pulled up the quilt: "I don't want it."

"Then what do you want?"

Jian Jing thought about it and ordered: "Strawberry cake, taro bubble milk tea, and a fried chicken."

Kang Mucheng: "I remember the doctor said that you can't eat spicy, greasy, and indigestible things."

She: "I'm already fine!"

"No." Kang Mucheng frowned, "You have to listen to the doctor. Tomorrow I'll ask Auntie to bring you pigeon soup."

Jian Jing defended: "I just have a fever and a cold, not confinement."

Kang Mucheng looked at her.

She: "... Mr. Kang."

"Cake." He gave in.

Jian Jing crawled into the quilt and buried her head in it, protesting with action.

Kang Mucheng reluctantly said: "Add another cup of milk tea, I'll ask the secretary to buy it."

"Just 70% sweet." She sat up as if nothing had happened.

Kang Mucheng shook his head, feeling that he was getting more and more helpless with her.

So, afternoon tea was a 4-inch strawberry cake and an extra-large cup of hot milk tea.

In the evening, Aunt Wang cooked pigeon soup that she had been stewing for several hours.

Jian Jing's stomach was full of water. She drank half a bowl with a sad face. She really couldn't drink it anymore, so she said she would have the rest for a midnight snack.

Aunt Wang underestimated her appetite, thinking that girls have small appetites, and didn't pay attention.

Ten o'clock, curfew in the inpatient department.

After digesting the afternoon tea in Jian Jing's stomach, she began to worry about the pigeon soup, hesitating between heating it up and drinking it or eating instant noodles.

At this time, the door opened.

"Why aren't you asleep so late?" Ji Feng walked over, stretched his legs and hooked over the chair to sit down, and glanced at the lunch box on the cabinet, "Oh, confinement meal?"

If every visitor was like this, the hospital would probably never have an empty bed.

Jian Jing took a deep breath, picked up the pillow and pressed it on him, hitting him three times.

She used all her strength and it hurt a lot. Ji Feng was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"To entertain an acquaintance who didn't come to see me for a week when I was in the hospital and was mean when I came." She said coldly.

Ji Feng rolled his eyes: "Who said I didn't come?"

Jian Jing raised her head and pointed at the gifts around her with her chin. Since she was hospitalized, there has been an endless stream of people coming to visit her. There are not 20 or 30 people, but at least 10 or so.

They all come with fruit baskets and milk, gift boxes of supplements, or flowers, filling up the ward.

Not a single one is his.

Bah, fake friendship.