Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

He Ru suddenly opened her eyes. She was really about to die because she really felt like she was in a warm spring.

If you don't save others, you can only save yourself.

She tried hard to get up. She climbed again and again, fell again and again, and finally got up. She wanted to leave the cold ground. She wanted to go upstairs, the opposite building. As long as she went up, everything would be fine.

She wanted to use her Qinggong skills to fly up, but it obviously didn't work. She gave up after trying it only once. Now she had to save her energy.

She stumbled over to knock on the door opposite, her breath was weak, and each knock was very quiet. She seemed to have no strength left to knock on the door, but she kept knocking.

It felt like a century had passed and still no one came to open the door. He Ru tried hard to put his foot on the threshold and knocked on it from time to time.

From the wall, Qiao Mu and the other man looked down upon the surrounding mountains. They saw that the courtyard was clearly empty. Mr. Mu finally couldn't stand it anymore and took the cloak from Qiao Mu's hand. No, he took off his own cloak and went down. He picked up He Ru and wrapped her in the still-warm cloak.

He found her very light, so light that she would float away if he let go. He increased his strength and followed Qiao Mu. Qiao Mu kicked open the door of an inn and walked straight to the second floor. The innkeeper finally came out. Seeing them like this, he didn't say much and took them directly to an empty room.

Qiao Mu quickly brought up two buckets of hot water, accompanied by the shopkeeper's wife.

After pouring the water into the bathtub, the two men bowed to the shopkeeper's wife.

Mr. Mu: “Thank you!”

He closed the door and walked out. Qiao Mu put the black cloak on Mr. Mu's shoulders and said, "I'm going to look for the poor building."

Mr. Mu still didn't react. He didn't even know when Qiumu left.

When she picked up He Ru, she found that He Ru was both cold and hot. The coldness was due to the environment, and the hotness was because she had a fever.

When they were at the top of the wall, they saw He Ru sitting curled up at the base of the wall. Mr. Mu immediately wanted to rush down, but was stopped by Qiao Mu. "Respect her. If she doesn't want to live, why not satisfy her?" They thought He Ru was bullied by Ada and didn't want to live anymore.

And since you can't save a person who is determined to die, respecting her is undoubtedly the best option.

Mr. Mu decided to wait a little longer, maybe she would really feel that living was more painful than death, so they watched He Ru close her eyes, and Mr. Mu's heart ached, and he almost couldn't breathe.

They watched He Ru close her eyes, and then she actually laughed. It was useless now, unless she woke up on her own. Mr. Mu almost fell off the wall.

They watched He Ru close his eyes and keep his mouth curled up, helpless.

Finally, they saw a turning point. They saw the corners of He Ru's mouth finally lowered, and then big tears flowed from her eyes.

Mr. Mu didn't know why this happened, but there was always a glimmer of possibility, wasn't it?

They were a little expectant, and sure enough, He Ru opened his eyes.

The hanging heart was finally relieved.

Mr. Mu remained standing where he was, not moving. Not long after, the shopkeeper's wife came out.

Mr. Mu stepped forward anxiously and asked, "How is it?"

The shopkeeper's wife sighed and shook her head: "Oh! What a sin, it's so cold..." She didn't say anything else, perhaps because it was really too horrible to look at.

He Ru's body was covered in frostbite, and even the marks left by Ada seemed much lighter. The worst injuries were on her feet, which were swollen and had some blisters. Her hands, ears, and face were all frostbitten, while her body was less severely injured, but still quite serious.

They hadn't seen anything more serious because they wouldn't come into contact with anything more serious. All they had seen were people who had frozen to death. So in their opinion, He Ru's frostbite was serious, but in fact, it was not. He Ru was only at risk of disfigurement.

Even more serious are those whose nerve endings are damaged, which affects their mobility. They will then endure the pain while being conscious. Unlike vegetative patients, they can feel the pain of their skin ulcers again and again.

Of course, this happened after they were rescued. If no one rescued them, they would have frozen to death.

When you die, others will only see your corpse and will never be able to imagine how painful the process was.

Mr. Mu saw that the shopkeeper's wife wanted to leave and hurriedly said to her, "Thank you for your help, shopkeeper, but we may still need your help."

The shopkeeper's wife was surprised, "Aren't you her husband?"

Mr. Mu shook his head.

"None of you are her husband?"

Mr. Mu continued to shake his head.

Now it was the shopkeeper's wife's turn to shake her head. "I can only take care of her tonight at best. You should go buy a little maid! Otherwise, it will be inconvenient for you grown men to take care of her."

Mr. Mu finally nodded and said, "Thank you, Madam Shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper's wife was speechless. How come this person only knew this sentence?

Qiao Mu handed the freshly baked hand warmer to Mr. Mu, and then said, "Thank you, Madam Shopkeeper. Please wait a moment. I will ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine and see if I can help you with anything." He bowed deeply.

Mr. Mu only noticed Qiao Mu's arrival when he received the hand warmer. When he touched the slightly hot hand warmer, he found that his hands had also been frozen red at some point.

The shopkeeper's wife felt a little uncomfortable. "Oh my, what are you doing? I'm glad to help you. My last name is Liu."

"Then we'll have to trouble Madam Liu." After saying that, the three of them went in to check on He Ru's condition.

Seeing this, Qiong Lou didn't look too serious. In his opinion, as long as there was no life-threatening situation, it was a small matter. Qiao Mu and the others naturally knew this and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"It's nothing serious, but my face and hands, the skin directly exposed to the outside, are probably like this."

Mr. Mu didn't quite understand what "that's it" meant.

"It's simply not recoverable. With proper care, some of the damage will dissipate, but it won't be as good as before. Furthermore, she can't tolerate either cold or heat. If she does, at best, these injuries will relapse and become incredibly itchy. At worst, she could get frostbite even faster, and her condition would be much more serious. She's lucky to be alive, but she'll be tormented by this for the rest of her life."

“It also itches terribly when it’s hot.”

The two people next to him showed worried expressions.

"But if you can't cure it now, it will be useless in the future."

Qiao Mu was not happy to hear what he said. "Pooh, pooh, pooh! What can't be cured? If it can't be cured, what's the point of you? Pooh, pooh, pooh."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh, it can be cured."

"Let me put it this way. If her wound festers and her fever persists during treatment, you can't blame me."

Mr. Mu: "So she is now..."

Qionglou raised his voice and said angrily, "Stop!"

"You'll see, your presence only adds to the chaos day by day."

The two of them shut up and the world became quiet.

Qiao Mu was bored and had nothing to do, so he moved his eyes around. It seemed as if he was attracted by something and his gaze stopped at one place and didn't move. As he looked, a look of relief appeared in his eyes, which was a bit puzzling, but no one was looking at him. They were all looking at He Ru.