NOVEL NEXT Chapter 300: Revealing the Truth
When Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned on Song Moting's shoulder, he immediately knew she was asleep.
Her muscles were no longer tense, her breathing became long and deep, lying beside him, soft as if boneless.
He paused his lips on her icy forehead for a while, then slightly turned his head to let his cheek touch hers so she could share as much warmth as possible.
If they survived tonight, it would be all because of her tenacious determination.
As she worked tirelessly, his eyes followed her the entire time, though sometimes moving his head would make his headache almost black out his vision.
In his line of sight, he saw her first stagger, then crawl, exhausted to the point of near-death while caring for both of them. He was furious at his inability to help her and only lay there, frustrated like a useless idiot.
She has driven herself far beyond human physical limits; most people would have sat down long ago and shouted, "I can't do it anymore," yet she severely neglected her own health to care for him.
He suspects she is already dehydrated because if she had urinated during the day, he would have known.
Ever since regaining consciousness, he has been closely monitoring her, even when he can't see her; he listens intently to her every movement.
Throughout the day, she's allowed herself only a few sips of water while forcing herself to work for hours.
Now, not only him, there's another person they need to tend to.
Damn it, how great it would be to recover at this moment.
By dawn, the temperature would drop to around minus thirty degrees, accompanied by winds of minus forty degrees.
It's too cold for anyone.
Although the shack can block the wind, it is not sealed.
In the early hours, Song Moting felt the fire in the stove was about to extinguish.
He tried to sit up to see if he still had yesterday's splitting headache.
If it's better today, Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn't have to exert so much effort.
As a result, Song Moting sat up effortlessly, with almost no feeling in his head and body.
As if he wasn't injured.
Song Moting touched his forehead in astonishment.
The bandage there had already been rubbed off while he slept.
A black line blocked his vision.
Dangling above his eyebrows, it was very annoying.
What should have been at least a six-inch wound now felt incredibly smooth, what is this…?
Song Moting thought in bewilderment, was he still dreaming?
What divine trick is this?
Can a wound heal itself overnight?
Suddenly, he remembered the porridge Jiang Xiaoxiao gave him to drink.
Yesterday, he didn't have time to ask.
Where did Jiang Xiaoxiao find rice and a pot?
Their packed luggage had none of these things.
In the desolate mountains, where did Jiang Xiaoxiao get these things?
If he hadn't fallen off a tree and knocked his head dizzy, he remembers very clearly.
He should have landed on a pile of things when he fell off the tree, certainly not the cold, hard ground.
Later, Jiang Xiaoxiao moved him off that pile and onto the rabbit fur rug.
He clearly remembered what he felt, like a few burlap sacks.
Where did the burlap sacks come from? What were the sacks filled with?
Most importantly, he now feels his recovery isn't just a little bit; yesterday at this time, although he hoped to recover immediately, this immediate recovery is simply unbelievable.
All painful areas throughout his body have vanished, if he remembers correctly.
Besides having his head hit, he should even have some dislocation in his shoulder blade.
The area hit should be swollen like a pig's head according to the timeline by today.
But now it's smooth and even, the healing wound remains intact.
He feels as if he's never been in a car accident at all.
Isn't this astonishing?
With a complex expression, he glanced at the deeply sleeping Jiang Xiaoxiao.
He knows that his wife has some mysterious aspects about her, although Jiang Xiaoxiao has never mentioned them.
But his careful observation leads him to notice, like the last time Jiang Xiaoxiao helped deliver the forestry manager's daughter-in-law.
It wasn't a simple delivery, he certainly knew the severe consequences of massive bleeding.
Yet, Jiang Xiaoxiao brought people back to life like that.
Everyone says Jiang Xiaoxiao's medical skills are astonishing, and he believes this, but still can't explain many things about Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Although Jiang Xiaoxiao has only done some basic bandaging or medical procedures, those fluid actions, that skilled technique, make him know it's as if Jiang Xiaoxiao has trained for over ten years.
Including the medicinal wine his grandfather likes to drink, the chronic ailments leave lighter marks overnight.
After visiting many hospitals and seeing many renowned doctors who were helpless, this illness can only be considered a prolonged chronic issue. Curing it becomes impossible, at most slightly alleviating the pain.
Yet, since drinking Jiang Xiaoxiao's medicinal wine, the old man's sleep improved too, the illnesses seemingly disappeared overnight.
The old man and woman might not have noticed, but how could their grandson not? Their silver hair is gradually turning black.
Secret ancestral remedies? Mysteriously appearing items? And skilled medical skills?
Sigh!
He glanced at the deeply sleeping wife who unconsciously leaned towards him, a slight smile curling her lips, dreaming something delightful.
This girl, so carefree.
Seems like there are too many things for him to worry about.
If she doesn't say, he won't ask.
Jiang Xiaoxiao is his wife no matter what secrets she harbors, no matter who she is, it doesn't change the feeling of harmony and rapport they share. Jiang Xiaoxiao feels like an ingrained part of his bones and blood.
She's saved his life multiple times.
No matter who Jiang Xiaoxiao is, Song Moting never sees her as a bad person.
So he'll handle the mess himself.
Getting up to check on the tractor driver beside them.
The driver's condition was more serious than his, yet strangely there seems to be recovery, although not as rapid as his own.
Song Moting relaxed.
As long as outsiders don't notice anything wrong, he's at ease.
He tucked in the quilt for Jiang Xiaoxiao, got up to tend the fire, and went out to collect firewood.
Now it's time for him to step up.
Wife, rest well.
Pushed aside the box blocking the door, Song Moting started to crawl out of the shack, entering the gray dawn.
He propped one hand on the snow, staring blankly at the blanket of whiteness around.
The good news is the snow has stopped.
The bad news is the tractor is almost buried beneath the snow after the heavy snowfall.
Though not completely covered, it's close.
This made pinpointing their location from above much harder, and furthermore, the mountains are shrouded in mist; visibility is poor, complicating the situation almost to catastrophe.