The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"Watch out!"

A sudden voice shouted.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was bent over, pulling at the axe when she suddenly felt a strong gust of wind sweep over.

Someone forcefully tackled her to the ground, rolling over several times.

Jiang Xiaoxiao heard a loud crash beside her, and the impact sent snow and branches flying everywhere.

A strong figure turned and held her tightly in his arms.

Her head rested against a sturdy chest, completely shielded.

Enveloped in a faint scent of soap.

"Are you okay, are you injured?"

Who knows how much time had passed. Finally, the person on top of her raised his head and anxiously looked her over.

It was Song Moting.

Song Moting, wearing only a green fleece, was drenched in sweat, his face pale.

"I'm okay, how about you?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help feeling warm inside, having someone so unconditionally wanting to protect and preserve her.

This feeling was completely new.

No!

In a previous life, she had it, but it wasn't from a man, rather from her parents.

The feeling her parents gave her was entirely different from one given by a stranger.

Because her parents loved her deeply, their emotions accumulated over time.

But this stranger had known her for only a few months, yet was willing to risk his life to protect her.

If she remained unmoved even by this, Jiang Xiaoxiao would doubt if she had become heartless.

"I'm also...fine."

Jiang Xiaoxiao, however, sensed something unusual.

Song Moting's expression made her feel it was absolutely impossible for him to be okay. If he were fine, his expression wouldn't be like this, with furrowed brows and sweat trickling down his forehead.

She pushed Song Moting away.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat up.

At that moment, she instantly realized and gasped.

An enormous tree had just fallen, and the direction of the fall was right where she and Gu Dali were chopping trees. However, Gu Dali, being on the opposite end of the tree, wasn't as affected. The place most affected was right where Jiang Xiaoxiao had been cutting moments ago.

The spot where Jiang Xiaoxiao had been chopping was already a complete mess from the fallen tree.

If she hadn't moved, she would have been crushed by the tree.

She hurriedly turned to check on Song Moting, only to see him lying still on the ground.

"Song Moting, are you alright?"

Song Moting laboriously lifted his face, revealing a pale smile.

"I'm fine, maybe my back got hit a bit."

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly examined him.

This time, she truly gasped; Song Moting's back wasn't just simply hit.

The fallen tree shattered branches that splintered like sharp daggers, deeply piercing into Song Moting's shoulder blade.

Thankfully, it was the back.

If it had been his chest, it might have penetrated his heart by now.

This was no minor injury.

By this point, snowflakes had begun falling from the sky, and they came very rapidly.

At first, it was just a few flurries, then it grew heavier and denser, turning the world around them into a sheet of white.

Jiang Xiaoxiao propped Song Moting up, "Come here and help, we must get him down the mountain to the hospital immediately, otherwise, this injury will become very serious."

Gu Dali, Ye Jiansheng, and the others were already frightened stiff. It wasn't until Jiang Xiaoxiao's words roused them that they realized such a severe injury needed urgent hospital treatment.

A few boys hurried over.

But Song Moting's head drooped; he had fainted.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt a heaviness in her heart, quickly checking his pulse with her hand.

He had fainted, but it wasn't shock.

It was likely the branch that pierced his shoulder blade caused excessive bleeding.

"Song Moting has fainted. You need to figure out how to quickly make a stretcher to carry him down. It will speed things up; otherwise, he won't be able to walk at all."

Jiang Xiaoxiao directed.

At this moment, many were flustered. Indeed, the situation was chaotic, and everyone suddenly felt at a loss for guidance. After all, everyone initially looked to Song Moting as the leader. Now that he had fainted, people didn't know whom to listen to or what to do.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stepped up to take charge, immediately making everyone feel they knew what needed to be done.

Several of the male compatriots quickly ran over, tying together the cut branches to make a simple stretcher.

But Song Moting couldn't lie down; the branch must be kept in place, as lying down would only worsen his injury.

They lay him face down on the stretcher, and the boys lifted the stretcher to carry it down the mountain.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stayed beside the stretcher.

They hurried down the mountain, but the mountain path was difficult. They had climbed up individually, each on their own.

Now they had to carry a stretcher with an injured person; the speed was definitely not as fast.

Moreover, going uphill was tough, and descending with a stretcher was not any easier.

And the weather had changed; the bitter wind carried snowflakes that covered everything in sight.

The wind was so strong and relentless that they could barely keep their eyes open, making it increasingly difficult to see the path.

The young men were anxious, taking turns to carry the stretcher, their clothes soaked in sweat. And they hadn't made much progress down the road.

Jiang Xiaoxiao continuously checked on Song Moting's condition along the way, and his state was getting worse.

Song Moting's breathing seemed to weaken. Though the wound at his back didn't bleed much, it was because of the cold.

But that didn't mean the wound was actually healing; Song Moting lay there unconscious, and his body was succumbing to hypothermia.

He could easily suffer further injuries.

Jiang Xiaoxiao made a hard decision, taking off the military coat she wore over her clothes.

Her mother had prepared this coat for her, fearing she would freeze here.

She draped the military coat over Song Moting, avoiding his shoulder wound.

But the shoulder and neck still exposed to the cold.

She untied the red scarf, originally meant to return to Song Moting.

Who knew that when they set out, Song Moting saw her with the scarf and immediately wrapped it around her neck.

Now it came in handy, using the scarf to cover the area around his wound and his neck.

"We must pick up the pace. Otherwise, his condition will become very serious."

Jiang Xiaoxiao was anxious, knowing that anxiety alone wouldn't help. These mountain paths, especially with the snow starting to fall, made them even more treacherous.

This snow was unlike the usual gentle fall; it was immediate and violent, the wind at least four or five levels strong, and the mountain terrain only amplified its force.

It looked like a very heavy snow.

She remembered, it seemed this snow was the heaviest in a century, lasting three or four days.

Jiang Xiaoxiao became even more anxious.

The snow here could make the mountain roads impassable in just three or four hours.

If they didn't hurry down the mountain now, let alone reach a hospital, surviving would be a challenge.

Gu Dali and the others understood as well.

They took turns carrying the stretcher, struggling down the mountain.