Chapter 137 Injury
Cold and suffocating.
Consciousness floats in the darkness like a rootless duckweed.
In my ears was the roaring sound of water and my own heartbeat like a drum.
After an unknown amount of time, a force suddenly pushed her towards a hard place.
“Cough…cough cough!”
Chen He lay on a patch of wet gravel, coughing violently and choking on several mouthfuls of cold river water.
She survived.
Before she could feel the relief of surviving the disaster, she subconsciously clenched her hands.
The hard touch hurt her palm.
She suddenly spread out her palms.
The small jade box is still there.
A few pieces of purple marrow ore fragments with the "Ren" mark on them, which were picked out from the mine wall, are still there!
Shen He let out a long sigh of relief, and he almost collapsed.
But the next moment, she suddenly remembered something and her heart suddenly tightened!
"A Sheng!"
She looked around eagerly.
Not far away, a black figure was leaning against a protruding stone wall.
He remained motionless, as if he had merged with the darkness behind him.
Shen He quickly stood up and ran over.
"Ah Sheng? How are you?"
The man didn't respond, only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.
His black clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, outlining his tight and strong lines.
The silver mask was still firmly covering his face, except for a slight dislocation at his jaw due to the previous collision.
Shen He stretched out his hand, trying to feel his pulse, but the moment his fingertips touched his wrist, they trembled violently.
So hot!
It’s not the coldness from being soaked in the river water, but... the high fever caused by the inflammation of the wound!
Yes, he blocked the boulder for himself!
Chen He's heart felt like it was being severely burned by a hot iron, and he curled up in pain.
She hurriedly untied her belt, wanting to tear off the soft cloth lining to treat him briefly first.
But her hands were shaking badly.
At this moment, the man leaning against the stone wall slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were surprisingly bright in the dim light.
"you……"
Shen He just said a word when his voice choked.
She looked at him with extremely complicated eyes.
It's gratitude.
He saved her life time and time again. If it weren't for him, she would have died in the mine long ago.
It's shocking.
In that deadly torrent that could tear a person apart, she clearly remembered that his burning hand never let go of her at all!
It's more... a worry that is so strong that it cannot be dissolved.
"Your injury..."
Her voice was trembling, a tremor she hadn't even noticed.
Ah Sheng was also looking at her.
Beneath the mask, those eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they contained thousands of words, yet as if they contained nothing.
He just looked at her quietly, looking at her messy appearance and the anxiety in her eyes.
He seemed to want to say something.
His lips moved under the black scarf.
But in the end, it only produced an extremely weak arc that seemed like self-mockery.
Then he closed his eyes tiredly.
It was as if he had used up his last bit of strength.
He can't die!
This thought, like a thunderbolt, struck Shen He's mind fiercely!
Ah Sheng became like this because he saved her!
If he died, she would never be able to repay what she owed him in her lifetime!
"Wake up! Ah Sheng!"
Chen He's voice was filled with tears as she gently pushed him.
The man didn't move at all, only a suppressed, extremely painful groan came from his throat.
His breathing was rapid and hot, and every breath seemed to be gushing out from red-hot charcoal.
Under the veil, the face that could not be fully seen was as pale as a piece of thin paper.
The lips are chapped and have fine white skin.
Shen He felt a pang in his heart and stopped hesitating.
She carefully untied his soaked robe.
The horrible purple color instantly stung her eyes.
His entire back was swollen beyond recognition, as if it had been hit by a huge hammer.
Shen He pressed lightly with trembling fingers.
There was a subtle, frightening feeling of bones cracking under the fingertips.
There are no open wounds, but the most fatal injuries are internal injuries!
Add to that the freezing river water...
The cold wind entered his body, his injuries worsened, and his high fever wouldn't subside. It was going to take his life!
no!
Shen He stood up suddenly and forced himself to calm down.
There is no use crying, and there is no use blaming yourself.
The most urgent thing is to keep him alive!
To survive, you need fire!
Chen He looked around. This cave, which was washed out by an underground river, was empty and damp.
She ignored her own wet, cold and tired body and searched the area frantically like a madman.
Those rotten logs that were washed ashore and stuck in the cracks of the rocks.
Those dry mosses that grew along the cave walls and luckily were not soaked by water.
Those dead branches of unknown plants.
As long as it could be burned, she would try her best to drag it back.
Soon, a small pile of damp "firewood" was piled upwind of Ah Sheng.
Chen He took out the flint he had prepared long ago from his arms.
"Sizzle—"
"Sizzle—"
In the dim cave, the only sounds were the crisp sound of flint striking each other and her own increasingly rapid breathing.
No, these logs are too wet.
She gritted her teeth, tore off the driest part of her undershirt, and placed it at the bottom to use as fire starter.
“Sizzle!”
Again.
A sharp pain came from the fingertips, and a bloody wound was cut by the sharp stone, and blood gushed out instantly.
She didn't even look at it.
His eyes were fixed on the flint and fire starter in his hands.
One, two, three...
finally!
A faint spark splashed onto the cloth.
"call……"
Chen He almost lay on the ground, using all his strength to blow air carefully.
A wisp of black smoke rose.
Immediately afterwards, a small, golden flame began to burn tremblingly!
Done!
Chen He's eyes became hot and he almost shed tears.
She hurriedly added dry moss and small dead branches, watching the flames grow bigger and bigger, illuminating the small area with warmth and brightness.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, and only then did she feel the piercing pain in her fingertips.
But she couldn't care less.
She placed her and Ah Sheng's coats, which were so wet that water could be wrung out of them, next to the fire and dried them carefully.
The flames danced, illuminating Ah Sheng's pale face.
His undershirt was still wet and stuck to his skin, especially his back, where it was tightly attached to the horrific wound.
This can't go on.
The wet clothes would continue to take away his already low body temperature.
Chen He's eyes fell on his tightly tied belt, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Do you want to... help him take it off?
Her face suddenly turned red and burned fiercely.
Men and women should not touch each other.
Although she was reborn, she had never had such close contact with a man in her two lifetimes combined.
Can……
She glanced at his furrowed brow and his painful breathing.
Saving lives is the most important thing, don’t worry about anything else!
Chen He silently said "I'm sorry" in his heart and stretched out his slightly trembling hand.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, with a caution that she herself was not aware of.
Very gently she undid his belt.
Then, she used a half-dried cloth to wipe the water stains on his cold skin bit by bit.
Her movements were so gentle, as if she was handling a rare, fragile piece of porcelain.
Her eyes, however, always avoided the horrible wound, and only dared to fall on his broad shoulders and well-defined arms.
Even so, when the water stains under the cloth were wiped away, revealing the man's strong and sturdy upper body with smooth lines, Shen He's breathing was completely disordered.
She turned her face away, not daring to look again.
Who is this man?
Is it really worth it for her?
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