The deeper you go into the forest, the faster your progress becomes.
Song Jing and the others found a place to stay on the mountainside with no wind that night. Black Panther and Fire Lion had two large bags hanging on their backs, which contained tents and sleeping bags.
Some of the accompanying A1 and others set up tents, while others went hunting while it was still dark.
The tent was pitched, the fire was lit, and the hunters returned.
Everyone had dinner, leaving the night watchman behind while the others went into the tent to rest.
Shi Yan didn't speak after entering the tent, and silently unfolded their sleeping bags.
Song Jing washed up and came in. He turned around and closed the tent curtain, but there was no sound at all behind him.
Normally, there would always be something to say during the banquet.
Song Jing frowned and turned around, and saw Shi Yan sitting on the sleeping bag, his brows furrowed, and his entire face and lips were bloodless.
"Shi Yan." Song Jing's expression changed and he stepped forward, "Is the cold syndrome coming again? Let me take a look."
Shi Yan raised his hand to hold Song Jing's hand, "It's okay, it will be fine in a day or two."
The palm pressed against the back of his hand was as cold as ice, and Song Jing's heart tightened.
She actually knew that unless a medicine could be found for Shi Yan's current cold, even taking her pulse to diagnose it would not help.
Shi Yan obviously knew this, so he didn't want to deepen her worries and anxiety.
"Why does it feel colder than last time?" Song Jing stretched out his arms and hugged Shi Yan tightly, "Is every attack of cold syndrome much more severe than the last one?"
"Fortunately, it's just a little colder." Shi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to see Song Jing so nervous, so he deliberately teased her, "But this time it feels like it's a little colder, because some people are squeamish when they feel hurt."
How could Song Jing pay attention to his teasing at this time, "I'll let the fire lion in."
Shi Yan did not stop him. By relying on the Fire Lion, his cold symptoms could indeed be alleviated a lot. He would suffer less and Song Jing would be less worried.
Song Jing walked out of the tent and called Fire Lion, and Feng Luan happened to meet him. He frowned and said, "My dear disciple, is your cold syndrome coming back again?"
"Yes. Master, please wait." Song Jing let the fire lion enter the tent first. Shi Yan was so cold that he was trembling slightly, and his reaction was much slower.
Song Jing stepped forward to help him up and let him lean against the Fire Lion's abdomen. He took off his coat and covered him. After a while, when he saw Shi Yan's brows slightly broadened, Song Jing breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.
Out of the tent.
Feng Luan stood outside the tent waiting for her, "Xiao Jing'er, you want to ask how often my good disciple's cold attacks occur, right?"
Song Jing nodded, "I asked him, but he refused to tell me the truth."
Seeing Feng Luan about to speak, Song Jing interrupted her, "Master's wife, if you help him hide it from me and refuse to tell me the truth, then I will only be more worried."
Feng Luan sighed, "You two are really a pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks."
"After the blood transfusion for you, his cold syndrome broke out for the first time, twenty-three days after the blood transfusion."
"The second attack was 18 days after the first."
"I don't know about the third attack."
"I had an attack once when I was catching a fire lion." Song Jing said.
"Then the third attack was about fifteen days after the second."
They later stayed in Fengcheng for more than a month. Judging from the earlier onset of each cold attack, Shi Yan had at least two or even three more attacks during this period.
So if he has a cold attack today, is it possible that it hasn’t even been a week since the last time he had a cold?
Song Jing's heart clenched and his face became tense.
Feng Luan patted her shoulder and said, "Xiao Jing'er, I don't know how to comfort you. If there is anything I can do, just ask."
"I had already guessed that the cold syndrome in his body would definitely get worse, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly." Song Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the panic and soreness rising from his chest, "I will definitely
I will save him. Master, please take good care of the baby."
After Song Jing finished speaking, he turned around and entered the tent.
Shi Yan leaned against the fire lion, and the cold symptoms were relieved a lot, and the color of his pale lips finally regained a little color.
Song Jing unzipped the sleeping bag, sat down next to Shi Yan, and covered the two of them with the sleeping bag. She turned sideways and hugged Shi Yan, using her own body temperature to warm him.
Shi Yan opened his eyes, "Jing'er, should I pretend to be more pitiful at this time to make you feel more sorry for me?"
Song Jing remained silent.
What else does he need to pretend? She is already distressed to death by the way he is now.
Tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes. Song Jing tilted his head and wiped them off on his sleeping bag.
Song Jing has already made his decision.
After returning from the northern forest, she went to the laboratory to do research with Qin Yicheng and Qian Cheng. She would not leave the laboratory until she found an antidote.
Shi Yan raised his hand and put his arm around Song Jing's shoulder, "Baby, do you know what it feels like to live like a robot, or a walking zombie?"
Song Jing didn't know that she had too many things to do and had no time to think about these issues.
"Before I met you again, apart from staying at Flying Eagle, I was constantly going on missions. Because apart from these things, there seemed to be nothing I could do, or in other words, nothing I was interested in doing."
"You have seen my old photo albums. You know the truth and went to the old house to find the old man, right? Did he mention to you what happened when I was a child?"
Head of Song Dynasty.
"My sister is actually very good to me. For a while, I even doubted whether I killed her."
"If my blood wasn't special, would I be able to save her, and would she be able to live well now? During that time, whenever I had nothing to do, I would go to her tombstone and put some of my own blood. One time it happened to rain.
, the blood from the wound could not coagulate and kept flowing in the water, so I just wanted to drain it cleanly. Anyway, the purpose of my birth was to give her all this blood."
"It was my grandma who found me and sent me to the hospital that saved my life."
Song Jing looked up at him, 90% distressed, and his tears could no longer stop and kept flowing down.
Shi Yan wiped away her tears with his fingertips and looked at her with a smile, "But later, I was really glad that I was born with special blood."
Of course Song Jing knew what he was thankful for.
He was glad that his blood could save her!
"Brother Yan." Song Jing burst into tears.
"People are actually selfish. If I have to give this life to someone, of course I am willing to give it to you." Shi Yan lowered his head and kissed Song Jing's eyes, "Baby, can we have a child too?"
"After I die, my child can still be with you. You look at him as you look at me."
"I don't want it." Song Jing cried and shook his head, "I don't want it. You can't be such a bastard."
"You are who you are and no one can replace you."
"I don't want anyone but you."
"Shi Yan, I don't want anyone else, I only want you."
"You are not allowed to die, I don't want you to die!"
"Baby, don't cry." Seeing Song Jing like this, Shi Yan felt more uncomfortable than death. "I promise you, I will persevere, okay?"
Song Jing didn't know that this was just coaxing. Without medicine, Shi Yan wouldn't have been able to persevere.
Song Jing stopped answering, propped up his body and kissed her.
The kiss between the two was mixed with salty tears, sour and sad.