Somewhat nauseating.
Song Hao had goosebumps all over his body.
But on a rainy night in the wilderness.
In the biting cold, it is a beautiful thing to have a moment of numbness.
A bonfire was lit at the dry campsite.
The three of them felt warm and sleepy, and fell asleep one after another.
Lin didn't fall asleep at night, maybe because he slept in the carriage for too long.
I don't feel sleepy at all now.
My body is still extremely heavy, even worse than before.
It was even harder because it was raining.
But Lin Wanjie has been supporting him mentally, and he still has his own mission.
Even if he really wants to die, he still has to save the people of Hangzhou.
Traveling through time, everything is no longer a dream.
What I saw, heard, and felt is all real. The people of Hangzhou are living people, and they have the right to live.
Only time travelers like myself should not exist.
God arranged for me to travel through time, so I must have come with a mission. Maybe now is the time to complete my mission.
And Yu Jiaoer...
Lin Wanjie looked at the woman sleeping on his hand. Even though her face was pale and her makeup was messy, she was still so beautiful.
For the sake of Yu Jiaoer, he must persevere. He must not die silently like Zheng Yangsheng.
As if feeling Lin Wanjie's scent, Yu Jiaoer's little nose wrinkled, she smacked her lips, and hugged Lin Wanjie's hand tighter.
It's dawn the next day.
The cold wind in the mountains awoke the three of them.
The bonfire was reduced to ashes.
The sky is still overcast.
But I don’t know when the rain stopped.
"Have you all rested? It's time to go into the mountains, cough cough cough..."
Song Hao tried to keep his spirits up, but he started coughing mid-sentence.
Lin Wanjie's eyelids felt like they were filled with lead, and they couldn't open them no matter what.
Every time you relax, your body loses control.
I thought that this body was strong and resistant and would not be disturbed by the virus.
Unexpectedly, the body he saw did not provide any protection, but instead became a burden.
However, Yu Jiaoer, who is the weakest, seems to be completely isolated from the virus during this plague.
He stayed with Lin Wanjie and other patients from the Xiao family every day without any symptoms.
Who can I talk to to explain this?
"Idiot, Idiot... you look so ugly."
Yu Jiaoer's anxious voice came to her ears.
Lin Wanjie forced a smile, waved her hands, and said with difficulty: "It's okay, I'll rest for a while."
After a quarter of an hour of relief, Lin Wanjie finally stood up.
Taking a deep breath, my body felt much better.
However, it is easy to stand, but it is difficult to enter the mountain.
Just looking up at the Daqingshan Mountains submerged in the morning mist made Lin Wanjie's nerves throb. 0
"Heaven is going to entrust this person with a great responsibility, but his determination must be hardened first..."
Lin Wanjie muttered something to encourage himself and the other two.
"Doctor Lin, let me help you mount your horse," Song Hao said.
"Is it okay for you?" Lin Wanjie was a little worried.
"fine."
Song Hao helped Lin Wanjie to the side of the white horse.
The white horse that was originally quiet suddenly became restless.
After yesterday's torture, the white horse obviously no longer wanted to carry this person on its back.
"Eh? This beast still wants to go on strike!"
Song Hao cursed and went to lead the horse. As soon as he let go of the rope, the white horse kicked back like crazy.
In order to avoid it, Song Hao lost his horse's rope and fell to the ground, grinning.
The horse neighed, rushed directly into the deserted field, and disappeared in an instant.
"Horse, horse!"
Yu Jiao'er jumped up and down anxiously, but there was nothing she could do.
"What should we do? The horses are gone! How can we go up the mountain?"
Yu Jiaoer almost cried.
They took risks for tens of thousands of people in Hangzhou, but God turned against them.
First the carriage broke a wheel.
Finally, another soldier ran away with rations.
Even the horses have run away now!
"Madam, please don't cry. We have already arrived at the foot of the mountain. Without the horse, we still have feet."
"But, but... Lin Da, can you persist?"
Lin Wan nodded: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Lin Wanjie knew whether there was a problem or not.
During periods of illness, this body is a burden and everything becomes more difficult than usual.
But now there is no other way.
The three of them walked into the mountain, with Song Hao helping Lin Wanjie up.
It rained yesterday and the mountain road became more difficult to walk. Lin Wanjie followed the two of them in a trance, explaining to them what Qinghao looked like.
Along the way, Yu Jiaoer would pick up some herbs from time to time and ask if they were true, but the results were denied by Lin Wanjie.
Lin Wanjie remembered that he had seen it before, probably near Qingshan Village, so he pointed ahead and urged them to go deeper into the mountain.
Noon passed in a blink of an eye.
The three of them could only find some wild fruits from the mountains to satisfy their hunger.
Lin Wanjie's body became heavier and heavier.
And the same goes for Song Hao.
"Brother Song, let Yu Jiao'er help me walk." Lin Wanjie saw it and proactively suggested.
"No need."
"I'm a doctor, and I can see that Brother Song's health is not much better than mine. It's all supported by spirit and perseverance."
"Doctor Lin, isn't he relying on his spirit to support him?"
"..."
Lin Wanjie was silent for a moment, and then sighed heavily.
"Why!"
"I don't care whether Dr. Lin can cure malaria, but along the way, I can see clearly that Dr. Lin really wants to save people. Based on this, Song will accompany Dr. Lin even if he has to risk his life. at last."
Lin Wan's show light flickered, and he felt inexplicably emotional as he looked at the inconspicuous soldier in front of him.
Perhaps it is precisely because of the existence of such people that Lin Wanjie is more determined in his mission and does not regret it...
but!
The human spirit has its limits.
Sometimes it’s not just about the spirit that can support you.
Lin Wanjie couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes darkened, he missed a step and fell straight down.
Before she lost consciousness, Yu Jiaoer's cries echoed vaguely in her mind.
"Lin Da, Lin Da, wake up quickly, don't scare me."
…
In the abandoned Qingshan house.
The White Lotus sect gathered again.
Lu Waner and her master Qin Huairou were sitting in the center of the camp on the left.
There was another woman sitting in the center seat.
It is the opposite of Fairy Lingbo's ethereal spirit and white clothes and skirt.
The woman in the middle is wearing a fiery red gauze skirt, as thin as cicada wings, revealing delicate and smooth skin.
Her red lips were still like fire, and her captivating eyes were shining with fierceness.
There were more than a dozen people present, all the elites of the White Lotus Sect.
No one dared to look at the woman in the middle.
Of course, except Qin Huairou.
"A God-sent opportunity!"
The woman in the center suddenly spoke, and her sharp voice stimulated everyone's nerves.
"Prince Jing went against the will of heaven and massacred the people of Hangzhou, causing the people to lose all their support. At this time, we, the White Lotus Sect, have the opportunity to raise our arms and gain the support of the people. This time, our White Lotus Sect has exhausted its elites, and killing Prince Jing is one of them. We must capture Hangzhou and use Hangzhou as the foundation to pursue great achievements."
