Running on the bumpy mountain for several hours was too much for even an adult like Jiang Shiyue, let alone Yangyang who was only three years old?
Even if everyone called her selfish, she had to let the child rest for a while.
Jiang Shiyue took off her shoes and socks only after Yangyang fell asleep.
Jiang Shiyue's body has always been a pampered one, and has never suffered any hardship. However, it has been in great trouble in the past two days.
She put her shoes and socks aside, lifted her right foot and placed it on her left knee to look at the sole of her foot.
She walked too much these two days, and her feet had not only blisters but also blood blisters.
There was no one around, so Jiang Shiyue didn't need to establish the image of an independent woman. She just grimaced silently at the horrific soles of her feet.
The matches and candles had just been used up and were casually placed by the bed by Jiang Shiyue. Now, sitting on the bench, it was a little difficult to reach them.
Jiang Shiyue was just about to stand up to take it when a large hand reached out and snatched the matches away before her. At the same time, a clear male voice rang out from above her head: "Let me do it?!"
The tent used for rescue and rest is a bit like a temporary dormitory, with a few simple bunk beds, regardless of gender. Whoever is tired can come back and take a nap, and then continue walking when they wake up.
Everyone is working hard to save people, but humans are not machines after all and need rest.
Chen Shanhe was sleeping in the bed across from Yangyang. He opened his eyes and saw Jiang Shiyue grimacing in pain. His heart felt like it was being pinched, soft yet painful. He woke up instantly and got out of bed.
Jiang Shiyue turned his head.
Chen Shanhe squatted in front of her with a match in his hand, staring at the soles of her feet with a frown on his face. "You know you should let the child rest, but you're still trying to show off!"
Jiang Shiyue felt a little aggrieved for some reason, pouting and making up stories, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I've done too many wrong things in the first half of my life, and I want to accumulate good deeds for myself."
Chen Shanhe laughed, "How old are you and you're still thinking about the first half of your life?"
As he spoke, he lit the candle swiftly, carefully warmed the needle tip, and then wiped it carefully to test the temperature.
"Being young doesn't mean you have little experience. Maybe I'll live a lifetime longer than you!" Jiang Shiyue said half-truthfully.
Chen Shanhe obviously didn't believe her, but he didn't say anything else. Just like Jiang Shiyue did to Yangyang just now, he carefully pricked the blisters on the soles of Jiang Shiyue's feet one by one and squeezed out the liquid inside.
Jiang Shiyue had her eyes closed, with an expression of heroic sacrifice. After a while, she didn't feel any pain, but she felt a little itchy on the soles of her feet from being rubbed by the thick calluses on Chen Shanhe's palms, and she wanted to pull her feet back.
"Don't move!" Chen Shanhe stopped her softly, holding her ankle with a little force.
Jiang Shiyue couldn't help but open his eyes.
She just happened to look into Chen Shanhe's pitying gaze.
Jiang Shiyue was stunned and blinked, thinking he had seen it wrong.
Chen Shanhe didn't give her a second chance. He lowered his head again and said softly, "I'm sorry for making you feel wronged."
The slight dissatisfaction that Jiang Shiyue had felt at his dismissive behavior without mercy quickly dissipated.
This is Chen Shanhe, a man who likes to hide all the joys and sorrows in the world deep in his heart.
The word "wronged" is the greatest concern he can express.
And true compassion is hidden in his gentle movements.
He picked the bubbles quickly, held her feet steadily, squeezed out the liquid gently, and when applying the medicine, he seemed afraid of hurting her and couldn't help but blow gently on the soles of her feet.
His movements were gentle as if she was the treasure in his palm.
Neither of them spoke again.
In the huge tent, an inexplicable feeling lingered between the two people.
It was clearly a very ordinary scene, but Jiang Shiyue knew, and Chen Shanhe understood, that something had changed at this moment.
**
Children tend to recover faster than adults.
Just like a well-known advertisement in the previous life said, five minutes of charging, two hours of energy.
Yangyang only slept for about an hour and then got up.
Jiang Shiyue put his shoes and socks back on, frowned and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"
Yangyang shook his head, his eyes falling on the empty bed across the aisle.
Jiang Shiyue explained, "Your father went to rescue someone."
Yangyang withdrew his gaze.
Two hours was the longest time the rescuers stayed in the tent.
There are no regulations, it’s everyone’s own decision.
Jiang Shiyue carried Yangyang on her back to find an old Chinese doctor and asked him to organize people to go to the nearby mountains to collect herbs.
There is not much medicinal herbs growing here. The number of wild herbs is limited, and they are all common medicinal materials. They can only win by variety.
The old Chinese doctor called a few people who were familiar with the nearby mountain roads to follow Jiang Shiyue and Yangyang.
Among them is the male doctor named Bei Yangyang.
Jiang Shiyue didn't let him go. "Your duty is to stay here and save the dying and the wounded. Carrying the child up the mountain is a waste of resources. Besides, my child is shy and doesn't like to be carried by strangers."
Young doctor: “…”
The word "thank you" circled around my lips twice before I could say it out loud.
He looked at Jiang Shiyue's back and shook his head for a while.
This girl really holds a grudge.
You have to say nice things in a sarcastic way.
It was simply because he had helped a colleague before and said “I have no ill intentions”.
**
When they really went up the mountain, Yangyang refused to let Jiang Shiyue carry him on his back.
Jiang Shiyue frowned.
Yangyang lowered his head and said three words.
"I'm tired."
Jiang Shiyue suddenly felt warm in her heart and was speechless.
Fortunately, finding herbs doesn't require speed.
A group of people climbed one mountain after another.
Yangyang never said a word and never fell behind. He held Jiang Shiyue's hand and walked in front of the team.
When the sun went down and the view was obstructed, almost everyone carried a lot of herbs when they went down the mountain.
Jiang Shiyue kept a small handful of anti-inflammatory and analgesic herbs for herself, and gave the rest to the old Chinese doctor to distribute to save people.
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