When their bodies hit the surface of the river heavily, the huge impact force made Shao Qing feel dizzy. The tree trunk did not stop for a moment, carrying the two of them straight down.
Shao Qing tried desperately to stay awake. He protected the head of Wei Jing, who had already fainted, with one hand, and hugged the tree trunk tightly with the other hand, resting his head on his arm.
She chose this piece of tree trunk not only to use it as driftwood, but also hoped that it could serve as a sufficient buffer in case the edge of the riverbed was not deep enough.
With a dull "bang", the lower end of the tree trunk hit the rock bed under the riverbed, causing Shao Qing's head to be unable to rest on his arms, and he hit the tree trunk heavily.
Her eyes went dark for a moment, and she felt as if only a very short moment had passed. But when she forced herself to open her eyes again, she and Wei Jing were already floating up and down the river, moving rapidly downstream.
Her original body could not swim, but in her previous life, Shao Qing, who loved outdoor sports, was a good swimmer. This was an instinct engraved in her soul. Almost at the moment she regained consciousness, her legs had already kicked down skillfully, and she tried to float up with the help of the buoyancy of the tree trunk.
It was getting brighter and brighter, and the moment he broke out of the water, Shao Qing looked back suddenly. The place where he jumped into the river just now was left far behind. The huge rocks and short trees were dark black and dark green, and there was no gap. The men in black and blue were no longer visible.
Although she was not safe, a great joy of surviving the disaster pierced her heart. Shao Qing held onto Wei Jing with the hands she had been holding onto the tree trunk, wrapping the trunk between the two of them. She freed one hand and used both her hands and feet to try to control her balance.
Floating up and down, the cold river water often flooded her mouth and nose. Shao Qing tried hard to reach the shore, but unfortunately the fast current made it impossible for her to achieve her wish.
She struggled so hard that at some point the rain stopped, the wind died down, and the sky gradually darkened. She was finally exhausted and could only hold on to Wei Jing and the tree trunk tightly, falling into darkness.
…
When Shao Qing opened his eyes again, it was an evening when dusk fell and the last rays of the setting sun colored the sky.
A ray of orange-red sunset pierced into her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, blocked them with her hands, and then opened them again.
Her head felt dizzy and her vision was a little dim. She blinked hard before she could see clearly again. After staring at the dark red sky for a while, he moved his other hand and realized that it was tied and pulled by something. Shao Qing was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.
This is a river beach, mixed with yellow sand and mud, with clumps of reeds spreading into the river. The river surface is wide, flat and broad. He was lying on the beach with his lower body still immersed in the river water. There was a tree trunk beside him and Wei Jing was lying on the other side of the trunk.
She is not dead?
This was washed ashore by the river.
Shao Qing was overjoyed and quickly sat up to look at Wei Jing. A sudden feeling of weakness and dizziness made her sway, and she took a long while to recover before rushing over.
"Husband?"
The first thing she did was to check his pulse and breathing.
The pulse was feeble, the breathing shallow and disordered, but it was definitely there.
The joy at this moment made Shao Qing so excited that his eyes turned red. That’s great, that’s great! They both survived!
She quickly untied the long sword tied to the tree trunk and removed all the restraints on the two men's arms. Although his hands and feet were weak, Shao Qing was in high spirits and was full of energy. He quickly checked Wei Jing's mouth, and then used the help of the tree trunk to apply pressure to control the water for him.
Wei Jing's face and lips were as white, but he didn't spit out much water. Shao Qing carefully put him down, pressed his abdomen, and found that it was not swollen, so there should not be much water accumulated.
His condition must be caused by the serious injury and the residual poison.
Shao Qing quickly opened his clothes to check the wound. As the bandage was untied, the faded herbal residues fell out, revealing that the wound on his collarbone had been soaked in water and turned white.
This can't go on any longer.
What Wei Jing needed most right now was a doctor and warmth, but the world was vast and the river wind was bleak. There was no one in front of the riverbank and no village behind. Shao Qing was weak all over, had no money, and was a fugitive. How could she carry Wei Jing to find a doctor?
She stood up anxiously and looked around. After thinking for a moment, she bent down and dragged Wei Jing out from the water, then hid in the reeds. She then continued to search along the river bank.
Shao Qing's hometown in her previous life was a small town by a big river. She remembered that fishermen would always build some simple sheds along the river, install stoves and store firewood, which were used for resting and cooking lunch, and also as a temporary shelter when it rained heavily.
She thought that these were the wisdom passed down by ancestors and should be consistent from ancient times to the present day, so she tried to find these sheds that might exist.
Unfortunately, Shao Qing walked upstream along the river bank for two or three miles, but still couldn't find the target until he reached the foot of the mountain.
The setting sun had disappeared, and the sky and the earth were dark. She felt tired and weak, and forced herself to suppress her disappointment. She ran back to her original position, looked at Wei Jing, and then turned around and went downstream again.
There were a lot of reeds downstream, in clumps. Shao Qing scared away many wild ducks. She gasped and finally rushed out of a clump of tall reeds. Finally, she saw a small shack appearing dozens of meters ahead.
It was a very simple shack, only a little taller than a person, with thatched walls that were leaky. There was no bed, only a few narrow wooden boards padded with wood. There was a fire pit in the middle. Firewood from the farmers near the mountain was worthless, but the other corner was full of firewood.
However, it was such a crude shack that made Shao Qing almost cry for joy. Holding the empty door of the shack, she took deep breaths and quickly turned around and ran back.
The river breeze was chilly at night, and she wanted to move Wei Jing over quickly.
But moving Wei Jing was not an easy task. Shao Qing's hands and feet were weak, her head was buzzing, and her body felt as if it had reached its limit. But she did not dare to stop. She knew very well that she would never get up again after she let out her breath, so she had to move Wei Jing over in one go.
There were only a few sparse short trees on the riverbank, so a simple stretcher could not be made this time. Fortunately, the ground was mostly yellow sand. She picked up the rattan ropes and cloth strips she had cut earlier, tied them around Wei Jing's shoulders, and dragged him forward with all her strength.
She stopped after every step, sweating profusely, but she finally dragged Wei Jing to the shack.
She lay on the ground for a long time before she could barely stand up. The bed made of wooden boards was very low, but she was unable to lift Wei Jing up. Shao Qing could only pull out the wood underneath and push Wei Jing up.
There was something to make fire, but it was a flint that Shao Qing had never seen before. But at this moment she could only feel thankful.
When she picked up two flints and started to make fire with a "click, click, click" sound, she did not forget to find joy in the midst of suffering and tease herself. She hoped that all the suffering in this life would be over at the beginning, otherwise she would be so sick of it if her whole life was so bitter.
The goddess of luck finally favored her for a small time. After Shao Qing, who had no experience at all, hit the fire for dozens of times, a few sparks flew out and landed on the hay spread on the fire pit.
The fire finally started.
She carefully added firewood, and the fire in the fire pit finally burned vigorously. The red flames danced, and a warm feeling came over her face. Shao Qing then realized that her wet clothes were stuck to her skin, and she was shivering.
Shao Qing didn't care about himself. He went over to strip Wei Jing of his wet clothes, and then stoked the fire a little more.
She no longer cared about the semi-strangers, she closed her eyes and hugged some hay to cover up his unsightly part.
After being temporarily settled, Shao Qing breathed a sigh of relief. However, she was too busy taking care of herself to do so. She took her sword and went outside to chop some branches of short trees, then went to the reed marsh to find two nests of wild duck eggs.
She tied some branches together and used them to dry clothes. She began to take off her clothes, but after thinking for a while, she did not take off all her clothes. She only dried her outer shirt and trousers first, and then changed into the inner set after they were dry.
Wei Jing was secondary. The key point was that Shao Qing was afraid that an outsider would suddenly appear. This shack didn't even have a door, so it was too insecure.
Wild duck eggs were wrapped in mud and thrown into the fire to roast, but Wei Jing couldn't eat them for the time being, so she had to feed him some raw egg liquid according to the old method.
By the time they had finished all this, it was already late at night. Shao Qing was so tired that she could not see straight. She tried to feel Wei Jing's breathing and pulse and found that he seemed to be a little better. She let out a breath and immediately fell to the ground and fainted.
…
In the middle of the night, Wei Jing had a fever.
Shao Qing felt very cold in a daze, and was startled, then came to his senses.
Her inner clothes were still half wet, and the cold seemed to seep through the bones. She shivered uncontrollably, and touched her outer clothes with trembling hands, and found that they were dry, so she quickly changed them.
While tying her belt, she moved to the side of the wooden bed and took a look in the light of the fire.
Oh no!
Wei Jing's lips and face were previously pale, but now they were all red, and his whole body was burning hot, but there was not a drop of sweat when he touched it.
He has a fever!
what to do? what to do?
Shao Qing knew a lot of ways to care for patients with fever, but she didn't have any tools or medicines at hand, and she couldn't even boil some warm water for him to drink.
The cool breeze from the river poured in through the doorless shack. She was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she quickly put his dried coat on him, then picked up a burning piece of firewood and ran out.
She wanted to look around to see if there were any of the few herbs she knew that could reduce fever, such as Centella asiatica.
A cold moon hung lonely and obliquely in the sky, the sound of the tide was heard, and the river breeze blew through the reeds, making a rustling sound. It turned out that apart from reeds and short trees, there were only various tall and short weeds of different species on the river beach.
Shao Qing stared wide-eyed and searched for a while, but there was really no other way, so he rushed to the riverside, wet the cloth strip, scooped up a handful of river water and held it in his mouth.
The most basic thing when having a fever is to drink more warm water, but she couldn't boil water, and she didn't have a container to hold water. She didn't even dare to give Wei Jing the cold water directly.
Under normal circumstances, Shao Qing would definitely not be willing to do this, it's too disgusting. But she was at her wit's end at the moment. When it came to saving lives, all she could do was step back.
The wet cloth was placed on Wei Jing's forehead. Shao Qing paused, leaned over and put her lips to his.
He was thirsty for water, and as soon as he touched the wetness, he immediately opened his lips and held it. After she fed him, he still felt it was not enough.
Shao Qing ran seven or eight times, and Wei Jing finally felt that it was enough. He reacted more vigorously, his breathing became heavier, and soon he finally began to sweat.
Shao Qing wiped the sweat off his face several times, and finally changed his wet outer clothes and pants and put on a dry inner shirt.
His temperature finally began to drop, and she cried with joy. She was also extremely tired, and couldn't help but lie on the wooden bed, muttering, "I hope you get better soon."
After fleeing together and sharing life and death, in her mind, the Wei Jing now is no longer the one who was evaluating the best way to escape. No matter what, she hopes he can get better.
She murmured to herself, not expecting an answer, but before she finished speaking, a big hand was placed on the top of her head.
“…Don’t cry.”
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