A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Chapter 94 Life Matters

Yinling also became extremely nervous and said to her in a loud voice, "What are you standing there for? Come down quickly!"

Wutong snapped out of her daze and hurriedly climbed down. But in her haste, while her feet touched the ground, her hand was slashed hard by the sharp tip of the gold hairpin.

The skin on my palm was instantly split in two, leaving a wound about five centimeters long that stretched from the base of my ring finger all the way to my wrist!

She groaned in pain, and Silver Bell asked, "What's wrong?"

Wutong forced a smile and said she was fine, then quietly put her hand behind her back, her fingers trembling slightly from the pain.

The man opened the door, and a beam of light shone in; it turned out he had come to collect the dishes.

He picked up the plates and bowls, closed the door, and left. The moment he locked the door, Wutong almost couldn't resist breaking down the door and running away.

As soon as the lock clicked shut, her tense shoulders relaxed. She sat on the ground, holding her hands, and looked at herself in the dim light of the oil lamp. She immediately cried out in distress.

Yinling leaned closer, wanting to touch it, but unexpectedly touched a hand full of warm, sticky liquid, and shrank back in fright.

"You...you're bleeding?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Wutong hummed in annoyance, holding her hands and not knowing what to do.

She definitely couldn't let those people call a doctor, because if she did, Meng Baobao would likely find out that she wanted to run away.

The consequences of being discovered by the masked bag are severe; Yinling's eyes are a precedent. If both of them go blind, then there will be absolutely no hope of escaping.

But what should I do with such a big cut on my hand? Should I just leave it there to dry?

After thinking for a long time, Wutong gritted her teeth and decided to finish her current work first.

She had to hurry and escape; only by escaping could she be saved.

She stood up, casually pulled a cotton garment from the wardrobe, roughly wrapped it around her hand, and with her other hand grabbed the gold hairpin and went back into the wardrobe.

Yinling called out anxiously, "Hey! What are you doing?"

Wutong said, "Scratch the ceiling!"

Silver Bell asked, "Then what about your hands?"

Wutong's eyes dimmed, and she said in a low voice, "When it comes to fighting, life is more important."

Yinling deeply resonated with these words. After waking up blinded by the smoke from the mask, she was in pain because she couldn't see, but she was also overjoyed because she was still alive.

So she stopped talking, sat back in her chair, and listened intently to the door, not wanting the tragedy to happen again.

The ceiling was much thicker than Wutong had imagined. She tried all day, but could only deepen and widen the groove; she still couldn't cut through it.

Because of the injury to one hand, she could only work with her good hand. After finishing, she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her finger joints and they were completely stiff.

She decided to take a short break, and after eating another meal, she lay down on the ground, closed her eyes, and prepared to take a long nap.

Yinling, resting her head on a soft pillow and covered with a clean quilt, whispered to her, "Thank you."

Wutong gave a wry smile: "Princess, if you really want to thank me, why not give me a cotton quilt?"

Sleeping on the bare brick floor was really uncomfortable; it was hard and cold. She suspected that once she escaped, she might be tormented by rheumatism for the rest of her life.

Yinling bit her lip in distress after hearing her request.

These quilts and pillows are nowhere near as good as the ones she used to have. You could say she's already feeling wronged sleeping here, and now she has to share half of them with someone else...

She hesitated for too long, and Wutong was so tired that she fell asleep before she could get an answer.

In her sleep, a quilt was haphazardly draped over her, accompanied by hesitant and stumbling footsteps.

Wutong rubbed her face against the blanket contentedly, then rolled over and lay down on top of it.

The escape operation continued for the next few days.

Abdo has not summoned them, seemingly having forgotten about the two hostages.

The two were happy to relax and focused on working on the ceiling every day. However, there was one thing they couldn't ignore—the wound on Wutong's hand had become inflamed, started to ulcerate, and was getting worse.

When she looked closely by the light of the oil lamp, she could clearly see a pool of yellow pus hidden in the pale, rotting flesh of the wound, and the temperature of her skin was also rising, as if she was about to have a fever.

This can't go on...

Yinling regarded her as her only support at the moment, and seeing her injured, she was even more anxious than her: "What should we do? We have to find a way to get some medicine!"

Wutong asked, "Where can I get the medicine?"

Yinling said confidently, "The person who delivers water and food every day definitely gets the medicine! When I went blind and needed to apply medicine, Meng Baobao asked him to bring it to me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed her fist on the table in deep regret: "I'm so stupid! Why didn't I think to save some for a rainy day!"

Wutong felt a warm glow in her heart when she saw that she cared about her.

After spending a few days with her, she discovered that Yinling was just spoiled and blind, so she was always wary yet helpless. She was still very kind-hearted and not a very scheming person.

The two women focused their attention on the person who delivered the food. The next day, Yinling was missing another hairpin—they gave it to the servant and made a deal with him to bring medicine for his injuries.

Once the agreement was reached, they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they were finally saved.

Little did they know that the man was extremely lazy. After taking the money, he acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to deliver food and water as usual, without mentioning any medicine for the injury.

The two were extremely anxious, but dared not urge him, for fear that he would turn hostile.

Finally, as the wound grew larger and larger, Wutong couldn't bear it any longer. When he brought her food, she grabbed his collar and said fiercely, "Are you trying to break your promise?"

The man shrugged: "Let go."

"Don't let it go!"

“If you don’t release me, I’ll go tell the king that you bribed me to try to escape.” He had a smug and mocking smile on his face.

Wutong felt a chill in her heart, knowing that there was no hope for him.

Yinling was furious, and because her hair was not bound by a hairpin, it was all hanging loose, making her look like a hysterical female ghost.

"You actually lied to me, you ungrateful wretch! I'll fight you to the death!"

She waved her two soft, slender arms, ready to fight him, but Wutong grabbed her from behind with one hand, preventing her from going forward.

The two hugged each other, took two steps back, and fell to the ground.

The servant put down the food and left, his smile piercing the eyes.

"Ah! Why won't you let me hit him!"

After the door was locked, Yinling broke free from Wutong's grasp and angrily pounded the table.

Wutong remained silent, using her good left hand to pick up chopsticks and eat clumsily.

Yinling flew into a rage, but it didn't affect her at all. Finally, as her anger subsided, she plopped down, her voice trembling with tears, "What should we do next..."

Wutong stuffed the last big mouthful of rice into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and she mumbled, "Continue."

Forget about her hands; her top priority was to seize every opportunity to escape before Meng Baobao remembered the two of them.

End of this chapter