Chapter 15 Shang Youqing, the mosquito bit me.

The mountain was even more precipitous and steep than imagined, and soon after they entered the dense forest, there was a loud bang of rubble rolling down the mountain road above their heads.

Shang Youqing initially thought that there was an explosion above, and he quickly grabbed He Cong by the back of the collar and took him down an extremely narrow and winding ravine below his feet.

The sand and rubble above his head continued to fall down. After an unknown amount of time, Shang Youqing heard a man groaning in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the two bodies were finally barely stopped by the rocks lying across the hillside, stopping the danger of falling further.

Shang Youqing coughed and shook off the dust flying on her body.

She suddenly found that she was lying on He Cong, and He Cong's right arm was still holding her lower back very tightly.

Shang Youqing wiped her face, pried the hand away and sat up from him.

Grabbing the rubble that had rustled to her feet, she examined the rock formations and sniffed it. She could tell it wasn't an explosion, but rather a sudden landslide.

Shang Youqing glanced at He Cong, who lay unconscious beside her. He Cong's back had slammed against the rock wall, and blood was already seeping from it.

She didn't know whether this was good news or bad news—

because of the landslide, those people wouldn't be able to catch up, but the only way down the mountain was also blocked.

Shang Youqing grabbed He Cong's arm and glanced around, wondering if she should use her spiritual power to take him away while he was unconscious.

But just as the thought came to her mind, a strong arm suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Then, a hoarse voice came from her shoulder: "Go southwest, halfway up the mountain, there's a farmer's house."

... Shang Youqing had no choice but to lower her fingertips, trying to gather spiritual energy, and looked at him with a slight surprise. "How did you know?"

After several seconds of silence, He Cong replied hoarsely and coldly, "I've been here before."

The man was 1.9 meters tall and very tall, so Shang Youqing asked him to bend down before leaning on her.

On the way, she also told Mr. He about the landslide on the mountain road, and asked him to prepare himself to spend the night in the mountains.

However, He Cong remained silent after listening, and it seemed that he was thinking about something else, with an indifferent and pale expression.

Not long after walking, a heavy rain fell in the deep and dark forest again, and the ground underfoot became muddy, making the journey even more difficult.

"Shang Youqing."

He Cong's heavy arm draped around her shoulders, his steps dragging. His rain-soaked eyes stared ahead, like a deep, dark lake. Suddenly, for the first time, he addressed her by name.

Shang Youqing, using a branch he'd broken off along the way to push aside the weeds, paused at the sound. Thinking he might collapse, he turned to look, only to hear his voice, a chilling tone.

"Why are you here?"

Large drops of water dripped from his knife-like jaw, sliding onto the collar of his blood-soaked shirt.

Shang Youqing glanced at him briefly, then looked away, continuing to walk forward, replying, "I came here to rescue a wild animal. What, Mr. He, do you suspect I'm in cahoots with those guys up there?"

He Cong lowered his eyes, glancing at her, and simply asked, "What animal?"

"A Lingnan deer. Quite a beautiful one."

Perhaps the pain from the rain sluicing the wound on his back was too much, He Cong suddenly fell silent again, silently supporting her as he walked forward.

Before the rain intensified, Shang Youqing crossed a stream and finally found the farmhouse He Cong had mentioned, halfway up the mountain.

The resident of this secluded forest was an elderly woman named Jin. She braved the rain to answer the door, clearly knowing He Cong. Seeing He Cong injured, she hurried to help him into the wooden house.

Out of courtesy, Shang Youqing briefly introduced himself to Jin.

Jin had only basic medical supplies, so Shang Youqing picked out a few from her wooden box and asked for some clean clothes, which he cut and ripped into strips. Turning to see He Cong, he saw that he had just taken his phone out of his coat. Although the exterior was slightly soaked, it turned on after drying.

The signal was weak in the mountains, and the thunderstorm, combined with the severe weather, meant He Cong had to try several times before the call was connected.

Shang Youqing watched He Cong solemnly sitting beside the bed. Like a king, he decisively ordered the person on the phone to drive over to pick him up immediately.

And then… as expected, he received the answer that the landslide on the mountain road was too large to be passed.

He Cong paused, then ordered a helicopter to come directly to the mountain to pick him up.

And then… the person on the other end of the phone said that due to the thunderstorm in the mountains, the helicopter could not take off for the time being, at least not until the rain stopped.

With two consecutive plans to descend the mountain blocked, He Cong fell silent with a sullen face.

When Shang Youqing thought that the head of the He family was brewing a storm and was about to yell at the person on the other end of the phone, he spoke in a calm voice -

"...Don't let Momo know. If he asks, just say I'm on

a business trip. I'll talk about other things when I get back." After hanging up the phone, Shang Youqing just happened to come over with clothes and medicine, "Take off your shirt."

Although He Cong's expression was still not very good, he was still cooperative. After unbuttoning his shirt, Shang Youqing touched his shoulder with his somewhat cold fingertips and reminded him: "Turn around."

He Cong silently and obediently turned his back. When Shang Youqing treated the wound on his back, he kept his face tense and said nothing. His thin and white lips were pursed. After a long time, he opened them slightly, "Miss Shang can also heal injuries?" "

Is this strange? I can even heal animals."

Shang Youqing said as he helped him tie the wound with medicine with a cloth strip, then got off the bed and went to the basin beside the table to wash his hands.

He Cong's eyes dimmed slightly, "Are you saying that I'm worse than an animal?"

Shang Youqing didn't bother with him because the injury on his back was also used to protect her. She felt that humans' train of thought was really outrageous sometimes, and couldn't help but tug at her lip lightly, "I didn't say that."

He Cong stared at her smiling profile for a long time, then looked away, slightly tilting his head to look at the rain outside the window, his whole brain still feeling a little dizzy and hot.

After a while, Shang You washed her hands, and seeing that he was obviously not in good condition, she came over again and touched his forehead with her very cool hand, "Tsk, your temperature is a little high, you might have a fever in a while."

As soon as the voice fell, He Cong grabbed her hand that had just touched his forehead, his eyes hot and sticky, staring at her for several seconds, and then let go of her hand.

At this time, Grandma Jin went to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of ginger soup. Shang Youqing took a few sips and drank them, saying to Grandma Jin, "Thank you, Grandma."

Although it was raining outside, the house was inexplicably damp and hot. Shang Youqing went out and hurriedly washed her face.

When she returned to the outer room, Grandma Jin had already come out with another empty bowl and said to her worriedly, "Xiao Shang, I saw Mr. He sitting by the bed motionless after drinking the ginger soup. He didn't look right."

"It's okay, Grandma. His family will come to take him to the hospital when the rain stops."

The old lady was really nice. She wanted to take the initiative to clean up her own room for her to sleep in, but Shang Youqing waved her off and pointed to a rattan chair in the outer room. "Grandma, if I get tired later, I'll sleep here. You don't have to worry about me."

Shang Youqing asked the old lady to go back to the house to rest. She walked under the eaves of the outer room and looked up at the sky. She was wondering when the rain would stop when a voice suddenly came from the deathly silent inner room.

"Shang Youqing--"

Shang Youqing thought he had touched a wound or something, so he walked back to the door of the inner room and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Cong's handsome and stern face was a little pale, probably because he had begun to have symptoms of a fever. He still sat neatly and seriously by the bed, with his thin lips pressed straight. He stretched out his hand to show her and accused her coldly.

"A mosquito bit me."