Small Lingzhi

The sky is dim, and the surrounding environment can be vaguely seen.

Lingzhi glanced at the mountains behind her, and hugged Xiao Yan tightly in her arms.

The two bodies have been soaked in the water for a long time, and every inch of skin feels cold to the touch, and they are so close together that they still can't absorb much warmth.

Xiao Yan was injured and bled too much. Lingzhi was worried that he would die of hypothermia in this state, so he didn't dare to stop, and planned to take Xiao Yan to find a sheltered cave to lie down.

Lingzhi is still not sure about Xiao Yan's internal injuries other than external injuries.

The earthquake shook violently, and the rocks from the mountain rolling down from all directions were enough to kill people easily.

Xiao Yan has been protecting him closely, and the rocks that collapsed with the earthquake did not hurt him, but they were all blocked by Xiao Yan, so Xiao Yan must have suffered internal injuries, and Lingzhi dared not carry him again.

The tiny raindrops may be the gentleness preserved after this disaster, Lingzhi wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and opened her eyes wide to look around the direction of the mountain.

He seemed to see a cave, the light was not enough, Lingzhi couldn't be sure immediately.

He lowered his head and blew a few mouthfuls of warm air on Xiao Yan's hand, and gently put her on the flat ground to lie down.

Lingzhi leaned close to Xiao Yan's ear, with a hoarse voice: "I'll go over and have a look, you don't want to sleep to death..." His voice choked, and he held back his crying voice, "Please, Xiao Yan, don't die .”

After the words fell, Lingzhi didn't leave immediately.

He waited anxiously for another moment, feeling dazed and empty, realizing that he could not delay any longer, and immediately ran towards the locked direction, gradually seeing a hole in his vision.

Lingzhi brushed aside the grass that grew outside the entrance of the cave. The weeds were not too lush, and the distance of seven or eight steps was equal to the size of the cave.

There are dried grass and dead branches in the cave, as well as a long dusty wooden plank. Two rusty shovels hang upside down on the stone wall, which seem to be used temporarily by foresters or hunters occasionally. resting place.

Lingzhi quickly packed up a handful of hay and spread it on the wooden plank. The cushion was thick and soft, and she ran down the mountain without looking back with her two leaden legs.

The twilight of dawn shone on the entire foreshore, Lingzhi stopped by Xiao Yan's side, and lightly patted Xiao Yan's cheek in a half-kneeling posture.

Xiao Yan was already unconscious, Lingzhi gritted her teeth, and with difficulty lifted Xiao Yan's arms around her neck, and slowly supported her with her shoulders.

His feet sank deeply into the wet mud, and he carried Xiao Yan on his back unsteadily, the thin air in his chest and lungs was constantly squeezed, and the wind on his face had a smell of earth.

Lingzhi's small face was distorted, her eyes were too wide open, wet/soaked, trying to hold back her tears, like a snail carrying too much weight, slowly walked towards the cave step by step with Xiao Yan on her back.

When he finally moved Xiao Yan from the shoal at the bottom of the mountain to the cave, the short road made Lingzhi walk for a long time.

When he put Xiao Yan down, he fell to the other side uncontrollably as if he was exhausted.

Fresh air continuously penetrated into his mouth and nose, Lingzhi opened his mouth wide to breathe, casually picked up the leaves that fell on the ground, and put them into his mouth one by one and chewed slowly.

After eating a few leaves, Lingzhi's strength returned a little bit.

He stabilized his mind, got up and stood in front of Xiao Yan, looked at him helplessly, and put his hand on the man's nose to test.

And breath.

He checked Xiao Yan's injuries, and bit by bit he peeled off the wet and dirty robes from the opponent's body, especially the cloth tightly stuck to the bleeding wound.

Even though Lingzhi's movements were too careful to be more careful, she wanted to take off the robe from Xiao Yan's body, but blood and flesh could not be avoided.

Lingzhi pursed her pale lips tightly, Xiao Yan was in pain, and he frowned his long brows, other than that, he didn't respond any more.

Lingzhi finally peeled off Xiao Yan, and dried it with dry firewood, planning to dry it with fire as soon as possible after washing it, so that he could wear it to keep warm.

Xiao Yan's front, back, and shoulders were all severely damaged to varying degrees. Judging from the condition of the bleeding wounds, most of them were pierced or bruised by stones and wood.

The most serious injury was the bloody wound that hit Xiao Yan from the back and went straight to the front of the chest, and it would pass through the heart vein less than half the distance of a fingernail.

The simple thing is that except for the bruise on the forehead, Xiao Yan's head has not been found to have been injured for the time being.

Half of these injuries were caused by him, Lingzhi bit her teeth hard with the tip of her tongue, raised her hand and slapped herself hard on the cheek a few times.

After the pain temporarily swept away the surging exhaustion from his body, Lingzhi managed to pull himself together and raced against time to search for medicinal herbs along the mountain.

The mountains are long and undulating, and the terrain is relatively stable, which saves a lot of effort for Lingzhi to go up and down the mountain.

The resources of medicinal materials in this place are fairly rich, and Lingzhi collected medicinal herbs for anti-inflammation and hemostasis, dispelling wind and cold, reducing fever and relieving asthma and relieving cough.

He has basically collected all the medicines that are roughly cost-effective in his heart. In midsummer, the trees are densely planted, and the fruits are all over the branches. Lingzhi even picked a lot of wild fruits that are sweet in season along the way.

He wrapped the medicinal herbs and wild fruits with big leaves, hugged the large bundle of supplies tightly in his arms and hurried down the mountain.

It was already dawn when we returned to the cave.

Lingzhi got into the hole, Xiao Yan fell asleep and was still burning.

Lingzhi walked a long way up and down the mountain, and his clothes were already dry.He took off his outer shirt and covered Xiao Yan's waist, took out a few wild fruits and stuffed them into his mouth, even though he was exhausted physically and mentally at this moment and was on the verge of falling, he must not fall down.

He needs to eat as much food as possible to replenish his physical strength, and he needs to deal with Xiao Yan's injuries before falling down.

Holding this belief, Lingzhi sat on a small stone and crushed herbs.

He applied the medicinal juice to Xiao Yan's wound, and then applied the broken medicine bit by bit. During the process, he frequently looked up at Xiao Yan's face, and there was no sign of waking up.

After Lingzhi managed to deal with more than a dozen wounds, large and small, all over Xiao Yan's body, her eyelids could no longer be opened.

Even though he was sitting and resting, his breathing rate had reached the extreme.

Behind him, there seemed to be a huge abyss pulling him hard. Lingzhi stood on the edge of the abyss, dangling, and finally no matter how much he bit or pinched himself, he couldn't match the strength. He lost his center of gravity and fell heavily.

Sleep extended until late at night.

When Lingzhi woke up, his body trembled reflexively. Gradually, when his mind came back, he hurriedly reached out to touch the hay piled on the wooden plank. With the dark night, he saw the blurred outline on the haystack.

people are still...

Lingzhi suppressed the sourness in her heart, barely stood up, raised her sore arms and picked up a pile of hay and dead wood.

The environment in the cave was dry. He squatted on the ground and took out several smooth stones. He tried to hit and rub them one by one, and finally managed to ignite the dry grass with a few sparks.

Lingzhi added firewood to heat up the fire. He took out two wild fruits from his bosom. After eating, he regained a little bit of physical strength, propped up his weak body, and walked back to Xiao Yan's side again, and sat on the wooden board for him. Check for injuries.

The wounds that bleed the most are a little inflamed, but fortunately they are not serious, this is already the lightest situation Lingzhi expected.

If the wound continued to deteriorate, he was worried that Xiao Yan would not last for a few days due to excessive blood loss.

Xiao Yan's wound piercing from the back to the front was the most serious. Lingzhi crushed herbs and applied the medicine to this wound again, pressing down the water beans that were about to pop out under the eyes while applying it.

During the short and long four days, Lingzhi remained silent for several whole days. After waking up, she either took care of Xiao Yan at every step, or went to the nearby mountains to collect medicinal herbs.

This day when he returned to the cave, he checked Xiao Yan's mouth and nose as usual, looking for his breath.

Xiao Yan showed no signs of waking up, and Lingzhi was sometimes afraid that if she closed her eyes accidentally, she would not be able to touch the person's veins when she got up again.

He rubbed his stiff and numb face with both hands, picked up a fruit and crushed it, and squeezed the overflowing juice to Xiao Yan's lips.

After wasting three pieces of fruit, Lingzhi put the rest to her mouth, bit it herself, pinched her fingers on both sides of Xiao Yan's jaw, leaned over, put her lips on Xiao Yan's lips, and pushed the fruit flesh with the tip of her tongue.

He stared straight at Xiao Yan with wide, black and moist eyes, without any trace of charm. He only wanted to let Xiao Yan eat something.

Lingzhi was very afraid that Xiao Yan would die just like that, from injury, or from starvation.

He closed the eyelashes overflowing with tears in pain, and held Xiao Yan's wrist tightly.

If Xiao Yan hadn't left behind his back, maybe he wouldn't have been seriously injured.

the seventh day.

Half of the wounds on Xiao Yan's body began to scab and heal, the inflammation of several large wounds subsided, and the fever that had repeatedly tortured Xiao Yan for several days also subsided.

Lingzhi's heart relaxed for seven days, he touched the other person's thin face with stubble on the chin, and then looked at the big and small places on the body that had been bandaged.

Xiao Yan's body was like a piece of torn rag.

The corners of Lingzhi's mouth curled up with bitterness.

"No, it's not pretty..."

He squeezed out a word.

On the eighth day, Xiao Yan didn't wake up.

On the ninth day, Xiao Yan did not wake up.

That night, Lingzhi was tired and weak, and her thoughts were tense and numb.

He dragged his tired body and leaned against the haystack spread out on one side of the plank. He was so tired that he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the abyss of nightmare dragged him down again.

Lingzhi was covered in cold sweat, he held Xiao Yan's wrist tightly, and found in a panic that no matter how he touched, he couldn't feel Xiao Yan's pulse.

He was flustered, and there was a stream of crystal moisture rolling down his temples from the corners of his dry eyes.

Fear was like a boulder that made him tremble all over, and his hands and feet twitched.

Until there was a gentle force, which seemed to calm Lingzhi's trembling body little by little patiently, wrapped around his fingers, and opened his clenched fist.

Lingzhi is like a shrimp that has been peeled open by someone. He opened his mouth to breathe heavily, and a shallow, cool breath poured into his nostrils instantly.

Suddenly he opened his swollen and wet eyelashes.

Xiao Yan was struggling to prop up her body full of wounds on her chest and back, and was waiting to appease Lingzhi. At this moment, when she met those dark and dazed eyes, she suddenly felt her heart tighten, and gently held Lingzhi's wrist.

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse, and he asked, "Did I have a nightmare, Mo Yan was afraid."

Lingzhi blinked her eyes blankly, and a few tears fell down immediately.

His lips trembled slightly, and after a long while, he made a sound with suspicion.

"Xiao Yan...you are not dead..."

He closed his eyes again and murmured, "It seems like a dream."

Xiao Yan clenched Lingzhi's wrist with both hands this time, swallowed the blood foam gushing in his throat, and said with a smile: "If you save me, how could I die so easily."

Xiao Yan stared at Lingzhi's thinner face, with a pointed chin, and because of being too thin, her eyes were dark and big, which made people feel distressed just by looking at it.

"Lingzhi is already a great doctor," he sighed, praised Lingzhi generously, then lay down again, put one hand on Lingzhi's shoulder, panting slightly, "I always hear you cry in my dream , so I want to wake up as soon as possible, so that you don't worry, don't cry anymore."

After a long time, Lingzhi muffled: "I didn't even cry, how could you hear it..."

He added: "You have been in a coma for nearly ten days, not at all happy..."

The author says:

thank you all!

Thank you Shuyuan for watering with X10