Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 45 - 44 Casualties and Patients

45: Chapter 44 Casualties and Patients

45 -44 Casualties and Patients

The local soil and water nurture the local people, just like the forthright and bold character of Northeastern people, the wind and rain here are also swift and decisive.

The sudden downpour made the leaves crackle as they were struck, pounding the ground, and even stirred up the dust.

Birds headed back to their nests, wild animals returned to their dens, and after a bout of commotion, only the sound of rain and wind remained in the woods.

The mountain path became muddy, and the rocks that once offered footholds were now slippery and treacherous.

“Hurry, hurry, we can’t dawdle any longer!” Wen Lan called out, turning back to extend her hand to them.

The path downhill was already difficult, and the rain made it even more so.

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to grab Wen Lan’s hand, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wang Shumei’s figure drop, screaming as she fell into the mud.

The birds that had just found shelter from the rain took off in a flurry, their feathers shedding resentment towards Wang Shumei.

“You’re so clumsy, geez!”

Wen Lan quickly went to help Wang Shumei, with Lin Nianhe also reaching out to assist.

“Hiss…”

Wang Shumei’s right foot barely touched the ground before she collapsed back down, her face pale as she shook her head: “No, I can’t move, my foot is twisted.”

The rain quickly soaked their clothes, and Wang Shumei wiped the water from her face, looking at Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan: “You guys go on ahead, I’ll just take shelter under the tree for a while, and wait…”

“Don’t wait; let’s go back to the cave first.” Lin Nianhe squinted through the rain, “The rain is too heavy, it’s too dangerous to go down the mountain now.”

They were not wearing professional hiking shoes, and in this kind of weather, the probability of injury from falling was not small.

Wen Lan glanced at the downhill path and nodded: “Right, go back first, you definitely can’t stay here by yourself.”

Having said that, she took off her backpack and stuffed it into Lin Nianhe’s arms, then bent down to grab Wang Shumei’s arm and hoisted her onto her back.

Lin Nianhe helped support Wang Shumei, and the three of them, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, returned to the cave. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

For a moment, Lin Nianhe didn’t know if she should feel relieved—thankfully they hadn’t gone far, otherwise if they were stranded halfway, they really wouldn’t know what to do.

Wen Lan wiped the rainwater from her face and said to Lin Nianhe, “Hezi, you take care of her, I’ll go get some firewood.”

“Aren’t the trees all wet?

Can they be used?” Lin Nianhe stopped her.

“If we’re quick before it rains too much, we can still find some.”

Before Wen Lan’s words finished, she had already rushed into the curtain of rain.

Wang Shumei was a bit dazed, her pale face turned to Lin Nianhe: “Xiao Lan is going out alone, is this, okay?”

She was gasping in pain while speaking.

“It should be fine, I trust her.”

Lin Nianhe looked away and didn’t bother being too polite or trying to find others.

She took all the items out of her backpack and from her “sling bag,” she took out a small bottle of medicinal liquor.

Because of Wang Xixi’s incident, Lin Nianhe had transferred many medicines to typical glass bottles of the era in the last few days, or wrapped five or six pills in small paper packets, which wouldn’t raise suspicion when used.

“Come on, let me see your ankle.”

Lin Nianhe, holding the glass bottle, approached Wang Shumei and handed her a handkerchief: “Wipe your face first.”

Wang Shumei was in severe pain, her face turning white.

She didn’t scream out in pain; she gritted her teeth and endured, only saying to Lin Nianhe: “I’m sorry, I’ve dragged you down.”

“What are you talking about?”

Lin Nianhe casually replied, lifting Wang Shumei’s pant leg.

Her ankle was already swollen and red, looking painful at a glance.

Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue, no wonder Wang Shumei couldn’t walk at all, this injury, she was afraid, would need ten days to half a month to recover.

After checking and seeing that Wang Shumei’s ankle wasn’t dislocated, she then took the medicinal liquor from the side.

While rubbing her palms together, she said, “It’s going to hurt a bit, you just bear with it, don’t kick me.”

“I’m fine, I can endure—ah!”

Wang Shumei felt as if every pore on her body was frantically secreting cold sweat, and the intense pain had started to make her teeth tremble.

Lin Nianhe seemed not to hear her agonized screams at all, eyes downcast, continuing to rub medicinal liquor into her injury.

When Wen Lan returned, she saw Wang Shumei leaning pale against the wall, looking like she had just been roughed up.

Beside her, Lin Nianhe was nibbling on a white steamed bun that she seemed to have scrounged up from nowhere, evidently enjoying it.

The firewood Wen Lan was carrying fell to the ground with a clatter, and she rushed over to Wang Shumei in just a few strides.

She patted Wang Shumei’s face and asked Lin Nianhe anxiously, “Wasn’t Meizi just hurt in the foot?

Why does she look like she’s on her deathbed?”

Lin Nianhe handed her a bun, mumbling, “I applied some medicine on her.

It probably hurt a bit just now.”

Wen Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned, spotted the white bun, and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.

Taking the bun, she whispered, “I’ll give it back to you later.”

Lin Nianhe rolled her eyes at her and put down the half-eaten bun to pick up the fallen firewood.

After starting a fire in the deeper, wind-sheltered part of the cave, she went over to Wang Shumei.

“Sister Shumei, haven’t you recovered a bit?” Lin Nianhe reached out and poked her face.

“Come warm up by the fire first.

It’s not good if you catch a cold.”

Wang Shumei was already numb with pain.

At the sound of her voice, she slowly turned to look at Lin Nianhe with a complicated expression, “I just can’t figure out why Wang Xixi is so grateful to you.”

Lin Nianhe: “…”

Was she implying that she was too rough?

Was that it?

Wang Shumei offered her an ugly smile, “Cough cough, it hurts.”

Seeing that she was an injured person, Lin Nianhe generously decided not to argue with her, helping her to sit by the fire and giving her a bun.

The three of them sat around the fire, looking at each other, and suddenly they all burst out laughing.

They were truly unfortunate.

Stuck on a mountain during their first trip up due to a rainstorm, they might be the most miserable people out there.

“Hey, do you think, if they notice we’re missing, they’ll come looking for us on the mountain?

What if they take a wrong turn?

What if they fall?” Wen Lan nibbled on the bun while trying to warm herself by the fire, hoping her wet clothes would dry faster.

Lin Nianhe propped her chin on her hands, responding listlessly, “With this heavy rain, who would climb the mountain?

Even if someone wanted to rescue us, they’d have to save their own lives first, right?”

Wang Shumei’s foot hurt, and now she felt a backache from sitting.

Supporting her left leg with one hand, she sighed, “If it weren’t for me dragging you two down, we’d probably be close to the Educated Youth Corps by now.”

She was a bit downhearted, covering her face in frustration.

“Nonsense, it’s not like you fell on purpose.

We couldn’t just leave you on the mountain.” Wen Lan savored the bun bite by bite, relishing the sweet taste of the white flour, “Hezi, how did you even think to bring food supplies?”

Lin Nianhe uttered a “Hmm” and replied, resting her head, “I was afraid of getting hungry.”

Wang Shumei was also curious, “Then why did you bring medicinal liquor too?”

Lin Nianhe: “It’s our first time climbing a mountain.

What if someone fell?”

Wang Shumei thought for a moment and accepted Lin Nianhe’s explanation.

If Wen Lan hadn’t assured her it wasn’t necessary, she might have brought some food supplies herself.

The flames licked at the wood, making quiet crackling noises.

Outside, the wind and rain intensified, sometimes sweeping into the cave, causing the fire to waver.

The roiling dark clouds obscured the daylight, creating an oppressive atmosphere that stifled one’s breath.

Having finished her bun, Wang Shumei cautiously moved her ankle, and to her relief, the sharp pain was gone.

“Nianhe, your medicine really works.

Where did you buy it?”

“Mmm…

I brought it from home…”

Hearing Lin Nianhe’s feeble voice, Wang Shumei immediately turned to look at her.

Lin Nianhe curled up, her head tilted and resting on her knees.

Bathed in the firelight, her face was alarmingly red.

Her usually bright eyes were now half-closed, lashes trembling lightly and brows slightly furrowed.

Wang Shumei thought to herself that this was not good and quickly, albeit with some difficulty, moved closer to check on Lin Nianhe.

Her palm felt the heat radiating from her forehead.

“Xiao Lan, Nianhe has a fever!”