Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Entering Danger Again
Next, Zhou Yuan sent many pictures to Gu Cheng.
For example, ixi was very particular about her snow boots, wiping them every ti she ca back and letting them air under the window, treasuring them greatly.
For example, when ixi went on a dical visit, she would be escorted by soldiers or local police officers, and sotis Zhou Yuan noticed that Gu Wei was also present, but he sat in the back row and didn’t show himself; you wouldn’t see him unless you looked closely.
Besides these, Zhou Yuan also sent so pictures of flowers and grass to Gu Cheng.
“Brother Cheng, look, the snow here is almost lted, and a few wildflowers have blood on the grass, don’t they resemble the stubborn ?”
“Brother Cheng, look at this snowy mountain, half white and half protruding, yet the trees below are growing vigorously, doesn’t it resemble you who seem cold on the surface but are actually bursting with spring feelings inside?”
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As soon as these were sent, she got blocked.
She hastily sent pictures that ixi often longed for of Gu Wei via MMS to him, and then she was added back.
Zhou Yuan couldn’t stay in Wu Bian Town for long as school was about to start, and she had to go back.
Before leaving, she was very reluctant to leave ixi, so she had many items air-shipped to the county, and then contacted Xiao Ding to pick them up together.
There were coats, hats, snacks, various heating Divine Artifacts, and even small household appliances: electric griddles, egg boilers, crushing machines, juicers, etc.
The only things she didn’t buy were snow boots, letting Sister Su keep wearing the ones Gu Wei had given her.
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After Zhou Yuan left, ti unknowingly passed by another two months.
Spring arrived, the snow at the foot of the mountains lted, the spring water tinkled, and the nomadic people’s cattle and sheep also returned, making the land of Wu Bian Town vibrant with life.
She and Gu Wei would occasionally et in a small restaurant, and her attitude towards him was still lukewarm while he was very restrained, yet his gaze at her remained intense.
Several tis, she wanted to hug him, but the words choked back at her throat.
On a day at the end of March, ixi received an ergency call, a man shouted, “There’s soone injured here, please co quickly.”
ixi asked, “What kind of injury?”
“Accidentally hit the knife while cutting a lon.”
How careless?
She asked for the address, it was a nomadic family, 8 kiloters from the town.
She hurriedly gathered her things and inford Sarah of where she was heading.
Sarah promptly helped her contact the military, which agreed to send soone to protect ixi.
ixi drove her SUV to the shepherd’s house.
When she got out of the car, she felt sothing was off.
Normally, if soone at ho was seriously ill or injured, surely several people would be anxiously waiting for her at the road, but only one man ca out to greet her.
Not only that, there was also a dirt-covered SUV parked behind the shepherd’s house.
She asked, “Who is injured?”
“Co inside and you’ll see,” the man said.
His accent wasn’t local.
ixi feared danger and said, “Please wait a mont, I have a colleague who didn’t bring his dical kit.”
As she turned to go back to the car, however, a cold knife was pressed against her neck.
“Stop talking nonsense, get inside now!”
ixi’s scalp tightened, realizing she had encountered bad people again.
She couldn’t help thinking, was it an unlucky year, or was her constitution more prone to attracting bad people?
Or was it that a great mission imposed by the heavens must toughen her mind and exhaust her efforts?
Could she turn danger into safety this ti?
Once inside the shepherd’s house, the answer in her heart was no.
There were six or seven n inside the room, two of whom were injured, one severely, with blood continuously flowing from his wounds.
These n clearly weren’t locals; each one had a fierce look, while in the corner, a shepherd’s family was tied up with ropes, their mouths stuffed with cloth strips, fearfully and pitifully looking at her.
From this, Su ixi deduced that she must have encountered fugitive bandits today!
They had escaped to the shepherd’s house, taken over their ho, and taken them hostage to prevent them from going outside.
“Go and save him now!” His captor pushed her along, “If you don’t heal him, you won’t live to see the outside today!”
Perhaps because Su ixi was used to these situations, she was scared but her mind still maintained a trace of rationality.
There was a man on the ground with knife wounds.
She had to save him, but she couldn’t heal him too quickly or her own life would be in danger.
She walked up to the severely injured man, began to stop the bleeding, then sprinkled so dicine, and started to sew the wounds with a needle and thread.
Seeing that their companion was being saved, the bandits all breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before she could completely sew up the wound, she had to claim, regrettably, “I’m sorry, I’ve run out of thread.”
The leader of the bandits roared, “Don’t you play tricks on !”
“I really ran out,” Su ixi said, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“You want to die, don’t you?” one of the bandits said, grabbing her hair.
Her scalp felt as if it was being torn apart, the pain making her tears fall.
While trembling, she said, “I really am out. Check my dical box if you don’t believe . I didn’t expect his injuries to be so severe when I left, and you didn’t make it clear on the phone.”
“What should we do then? You aren’t thinking of making a call for help, are you? I warn you, if you dare do such a thing, neither you nor the shepherds in this room will live.”
Su ixi glanced at the corner where the shepherds were; they had been bound for who knows how long, the female owner was already pale and seed like she couldn’t hold on much longer.
Su ixi said, “Sheep gut thread would work. This is a shepherd’s house, they should have that kind of thread.”
One bandit imdiately went over to ask the shepherds, “Where is the sheep gut thread?”
The shepherds, too frightened to speak, couldn’t answer.
Su ixi clutched her water bottle.
She had gotten used to carrying a water bottle on her visits, and although her own thermos was small, Gu Wei’s military flask was just right and had better insulation.
She gathered her courage and continued, “I’ll ask them.”
One of the bandits stopped her, “Don’t try any tricks.”
“How can I play tricks when I’m in your hands?” she asked.
The bandit did not continue to trouble her.
She walked up to the shepherds, first gave the female owner a few sips of water, then asked, “Sheep gut thread—you must have it, where is it?”
The female owner pointed to a basket under the bed.
Su ixi walked over, dug out a sewing basket which contained scissors and thread, but with the bandits watching her, she only dared to take the thread.
At that mont, the bandit assigned as the lookout ran in. He approached the leader, “A military truck has arrived outside, what should we do?”
Everyone instantly beca alert.
They all stood at the door.
And Su ixi was restrained as well, obviously being kept as a hostage in case it was needed.
Indeed, the sound of a truck echoed from outside, and the truck stayed there for a while.
Su ixi’s heart rose to her throat—it must be the military!
Usually, when she went on dical visits, she was accompanied by one or two protectors, but the people in this room… One or two might not be enough.
At this point, the bandits were ready for a fight.
The leader even pulled out a short gun from inside his coat, while the other bandits also took out their knives gradually.
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