An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 45 "Oh, please..."

Meng Youyou pulled Huo Qingshan to the shore and looked at the large and small wounds on the man's body that were bleeding everywhere. They were caused when he held her tightly in the water to protect her from the sharp rocks.

He lay weakly on the shore, his skin completely unscathed, and his face was paler than ever before.

Meng Youyou's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably: "Why...why...did you...do this?"

He was so choked up that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, his voice choked with sobs.

Huo Qingshan reached out with some effort and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. He forced himself to be cheerful and said, "I'm just afraid that if you have a scar, you might run to the teachers and complain that I didn't protect you well."

The man forced a smile: "After all, I didn't expect our translator Meng to be such a good swimmer. In the end, it was you who pulled me out."

The words had barely left her lips when she accidentally aggravated her wound. Her lips, already pale from blood loss, twitched violently. The smile remained frozen on her lips, but she couldn't help but let out a low hiss, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Meng Youyou's eyelashes trembled, her heart clenched instantly, tears still wet on her face, her worry written all over her eyes. She quickly raised her hand to press down on Huo Qingshan's hand, which was trying to pull away, and said urgently, "Don't move! You're injured like this, and you still have the mind to joke. Tell me, what should I do now?"

Huo Qingshan calmed himself down, enduring the pain, and said in a weak but steady voice, "I have an emergency medical kit in my backpack. The bag is waterproof, so some things should still be usable."

As he spoke, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He dared not move much and could only remain stiff, each word seemingly uttered with all his might.

Meng Youyou nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll look for it now."

She bent down, her knees resting on the gravel, yet she felt no pain whatsoever. Her movements were slow and almost reverent as she carefully reached her hands toward Huo Qingshan's back, her fingertips trembling as she untied the straps of his backpack.

She would move her hands slightly and then immediately look at the man's face, constantly watching his expression, afraid of hurting him. It took quite a bit of effort to finally take the backpack off little by little.

Despite her anxiety, she kept telling herself, "Meng Youyou! Don't panic! Don't panic! Stay calm!" She tried her best to steady her trembling hands and found iodine, tweezers, and gauze to treat his wound.

Despite constantly reminding myself to stay calm and strong, tears still streamed down my face like broken pearls whenever I found another wound on his body, uncontrollable.

"Don't cry. There are compressed biscuits and canned food in the bag. They shouldn't be spoiled. Take them out and eat some. You'll have the strength to take care of me if you're full. I'm a wounded soldier now, and I'm counting on you to protect me."

His voice was still weak, but there was an incongruous smile on his lips.

That's a really ugly laugh! Meng Youyou thought to herself.

She quickly wiped away her tears, sniffed hard, and then bent down to rummage through the dry food in her bag, her expression focused.

……

The riverbank was too open and lacked shelter, making it unsuitable for a long stay. At Huo Qingshan's insistence, Meng Youyou helped him walk towards the depths of the forest.

The two found a cave nearby to stay in.

……

Meng Youyou hurriedly carried a bundle of dry branches toward the cave. Night fell, the forest gradually became gloomy, and mist quietly rose, turning the branches into silhouettes that were indistinct.

The owls' cries were even more arrogant than before, rising and falling, surrounding Meng Youyou's eardrums from all directions, but this time she didn't have time to be afraid.

As she crouched and entered the cave, she saw Huo Qingshan lying unconscious on the ground, and her heart leaped into her throat. The firewood she was carrying scattered all over the ground. Meng Youyou rushed to Huo Qingshan's side, her knees hitting the ground hard.

Reaching down to touch his forehead, it was burning hot; then touching his limbs, they were frighteningly cold.

"Huo Qingshan! Huo Qingshan!" she called out, shaking his shoulders forcefully, but he did not respond at all, as if he had lost consciousness, his eyes were closed, and his face was as pale as paper.

Meng Youyou panicked, with only one thought in her mind. She frantically rushed to the backpack beside her, frantically searching for the "stop signal flare." Her fingers trembled violently, and it took a lot of effort to finally grasp it in her hand.

Just as she was about to get up and run towards the cave entrance, her clothes were grabbed by a weak, feeble hand.

Huo Qingshan woke up at some point, his eyelids struggling to open, his eyes hazy yet filled with stubbornness, his voice soft: "Don't... don't let go."

Meng Youyou was both shocked and anxious. Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face again. She shouted at him, "Huo Qingshan! If this continues, you'll die!"

Huo Qingshan gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and tried to sit up little by little, but his body swayed violently, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou quickly put down the signal flare, reached out to help him, her brows furrowed, her face full of worry: "Don't move around!"

Huo Qingshan seemed not to hear her, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering determination: "An exercise is war. Releasing a signal flare means that I, Huo Qingshan, have surrendered and admitted defeat on the battlefield."

Meng Youyou's chest heaved violently as she retorted emotionally, "But this is just a training assessment! Do you know how dangerous your current situation is?"

Huo Qingshan shook his head weakly, his breath unsteady as he spoke: "If I fail to break through my physical limits in this exercise and choose to give up, I will not succeed on the real battlefield next time."

Meng Youyou helped the man lie down flat, not wanting to waste any more words with him, but she already had other plans in mind.

She quietly picked up the signal flare that had rolled to the side and stuffed it into her pocket.

She watched him, watching his consciousness slowly fade away again, calculating the time in her mind: three minutes at most... two minutes... one minute... thirty seconds... Once he was completely unconscious, she immediately ran to the cave entrance and released the signal flare.

"Please... don't fire the signal flare... I don't want to give up."

Before he completely lost consciousness, the man left her with only this sentence.

Meng Youyou stared at him intently, as if looking at an unsolvable mystery...

She couldn't understand how such a person could exist in the world.

Are you willing to risk your life?
She gripped the signal flare in her hand tighter and tighter... but her once unwavering resolve began to waver at this moment.

But even she herself couldn't figure out what had swayed her. Was it just because of his last words?

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