Chapter 96 Be good, Lin Zihei, don't stray too far from me.
Kong Wange glanced around and began to swim towards the shore with Murong Ting. Although it looked not far, swimming there was surprisingly difficult.
As she swam further, she could no longer feel her arms moving and had to rely entirely on willpower to keep going.
The moment she touched land, she pushed Murong Ting ashore, swam up herself, and then collapsed to the ground.
The night in late spring was chilly, the moon was full, and the river in the distance was still churning with a loud roar.
For a moment, Kong Wange felt like it was all a dream.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she finally got up from the ground when she felt so cold that she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Murong Ting," she called weakly.
After waiting for a while, the man on the ground finally hummed in response.
Kong Wange bent down and saw that the wound on the man's forehead was still bleeding.
She reached out and touched his head; it wasn't cold anymore, it was burning hot.
The thought of the wound on his thigh made her heart sink.
She pulled down his pants with trembling hands.
Sure enough, bright red blood had already stained the gauze.
She quickly removed the gauze and saw that the wound had burst open, stretching grotesquely across the outside of his thigh.
They didn't have the silver needles with them, their clothes were soaked, and their cell phones were waterlogged and unusable.
Looking around, she had no idea where the two of them had drifted to.
Not far away was a jungle, full of shrubs and wild grass.
This can't go on. If the wound gets infected, he might die, but he'll also lose his temperature!
Seeing the man's breath growing weak, Kong Wange gritted her teeth and said, "Murong Ting, you're not allowed to sleep, do you hear me?"
She wiped away the tears that had welled up inside her, untied the trench coats binding the two of them, wrung them out, and covered Murong Ting with them.
She couldn't let anything happen to him, he couldn't be hurt...
"Murong Ting, open your eyes and look at me..." She squatted down and patted his face, repeatedly pressing the acupoints that stimulated his awakening and stopped the bleeding.
Murong Ting looked at her shivering face and felt a slight pang in his heart.
He could feel his body heat slowly dissipating...
Seeing that he had opened his eyes, Kong Wange felt a little relieved. "Come on, I'll take you to a sheltered place."
She struggled to carry Murong Ting on her back and moved step by step into the woods ahead.
Murong Ting didn't know where the small woman in front of him got such strength. He leaned on her back and said with difficulty, "Kong Wange, give up. I know my situation. You'll only be a burden to me if you take me with you..."
In such cold weather, she was only wearing a thin shirt, which was easily penetrated by the wind.
Kong Wange gritted her teeth: "Conserve your energy, stop arguing!"
"Why don't you put me down first and go back to call the doctor?" the man said heavily, continuing to persuade him.
"By the time I bring the doctor, you'll have frozen to death. Besides, I am the doctor!" Kong Wange gritted her teeth and used all her strength to drag him along, pausing between each step.
Murong Ting felt the woman beneath him tremble, her eyes redden, and he fell silent.
After finally entering the woods, Kong Wange found a clearing surrounded by bushes and helped him sit down.
With the bushes providing shelter, the wind did lessen considerably, but the temperature was still very low, and they needed a fire.
Fortunately, Murong Ting's lighter was still in his pocket.
She took the lighter out and dried it in the sun; it could still be used to start a fire!
She was almost moved to tears.
She stood up, turned around, and was about to run into the woods.
Murong Ting froze, then grabbed her arm: "Where are you going?"
Kong Wange turned her head and said, "I'll go find some dry branches and fallen leaves to start a fire. I'll be back in a bit."
“I’ll go.” Murong Ting was covered in blood, but his grip on her wrist was unusually strong: “The forest is so dark, it’s easy for something to happen.”
Kong Wange looked at his weak body, grabbed his hand, and stroked it like a cat: "Be good, don't cause me any trouble."
Murong Ting's heart softened inexplicably; "..."
Kong Wange pulled his trench coat up a little higher, then turned and ran into the woods.
As Murong Ting watched her resolute figure gradually being swallowed by darkness, his heart involuntarily leaped into his throat.
Less than half a minute later, he started calling her name: "Kong Wange!"
"Um."
He felt relieved, but after a dozen seconds he called out again, "Kong Wange?"
"exist."
He breathed a sigh of relief, but after waiting a while and still seeing no movement from the woman, he couldn't help but call out again, "Kong Wange, are you still there?"
Here it is.
In the dark, dense forest, the woman's figure gradually appeared, and she waved to him.
Kong Wange put down the dry branches and leaves in her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled at him, saying, "You called me in such a hurry, were you cold?"
After saying that, she turned around and started a fire.
Murong Ting was speechless. He felt that this woman's emotional intelligence was hopeless. He was clearly just concerned about her.
Kong Wange used to live in the countryside and was very good at starting fires. She stacked branches together, laid dry weeds underneath, let air in, and it caught fire with a snap.
As Murong Ting watched her skillful operation, a sudden pang of sadness welled up in his heart for no apparent reason. He said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect you could start a fire."
In the firelight, Kong Wange's expression was vivid: "There are many things you wouldn't expect."
A dozen minutes later.
Kong Wange dried their clothes in the sun, then wrapped Murong Ting up tightly in her trench coat: "I'll go over there and pick some dry grass to lay down on the ground, it's too cold on the ground."
Under the high fever, Murong Ting was somewhat delirious. He vaguely heard her words, but he was too weak to react.
When Kong Wange returned with a clump of wild grass, Murong Ting had already fallen into a deep sleep.
He was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, his body trembling involuntarily.
She ran over in a few steps: "Murong Ting?"
The man on the ground unconsciously let out a soft groan.
She knew he was in great pain and dared not delay any longer. She quickly spread out some grass, pulled him down to lie on it, then used fire to singe a hole in his sleeve, and with a forceful tear, she gave his legs and forehead a simple bandage.
A few minutes later, the bleeding finally stopped.
She carefully wrapped the cloth around herself, finishing the final touches.
Just then, she heard him mutter to himself.
She paused slightly, thinking he was in great pain, and leaned closer to listen.
"Wenyan, Wenyan..."
She frowned. His voice was almost a murmur, and she couldn't hear him clearly, so she instinctively moved closer.
Unexpectedly, the man in front of her stretched out his long arm and pulled her directly into his arms!
Kong Wange was stunned.
"Murong Ting, let go..." Realizing what was happening, she instinctively pushed him away.
The man held her even tighter.
Because of his fever, his body temperature was extremely high, and his arms were very strong, so she couldn't break free at all.
"Yan Yan, it's so good that you're still here..." the man sighed contentedly.
This sentence was much clearer than before, and Kong Wange froze upon hearing it.
Gentle words...
Wen is her mother's surname, and Yan Yan is her nickname, which few people know. She hasn't used this name for six years.
She leaned against him, unable to recover for a long time.
Murong Ting was slightly annoyed by her absent-mindedness, and frowned as he muttered, "Yan Yan, why aren't you saying anything?"
She took a deep breath, stopped struggling, and nestled against him, whispering, "What do you want me to say?"
You clearly still remember Wen Yan, but you pretend not to know me. What can I say?
Kong Wange looked up, following the man's sharp jawline upwards, and saw that his eyes were closed, and he was clearly unconscious.
She was speechless for a moment. If it weren't for this situation, he would have pretended that he had never known her for the rest of his life.
She knew he wouldn't admit his mistakes so easily.
Murong Ting held her, seemingly very uncomfortable, and subconsciously rubbed against her like a big dog.
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