Qiao Sheng's heart trembled, the temperature that had dropped on his cheeks suddenly rose again, and his breathing was messy.
Why does he always say ambiguous and provocative words in such a matter-of-fact tone?
Could it be that... all conversations between husband and wife are like this?
Fu Zijun looked at her red face, but he didn't tease her anymore. He smiled, stretched out his hand to hold her thin white ankles, and put on her hiking shoes.
The nerves in Qiao Sheng's feet suddenly became tense, and a strange emotion passed through his heart...
"Will it be tight?" He tied his shoelaces and looked up at her and asked.
Qiao Sheng quickly came to his senses, stood up and tried on the shoes, "It's not tight, it's just right."
Compared with the flat shoes just now, they are very comfortable.
Fu Zijun hummed softly and put her other shoes into her backpack, "Let's go."
He went straight up to the middle of the slope, turned back and stretched out his hand to her.
Qiao Sheng was stunned for half a second, then put his hand on his palm,
He held on tightly and led her uphill.
The rugged mountain road was no longer difficult to walk after putting on hiking shoes, and with Fu Zijun taking care of me, it went smoothly.
Two hours later, we successfully reached the mountain.
The mountain was currently in chaos.
In the mounds of ruins and mudslides, groups of rescuers worked closely to rescue the injured:
"Quick! Someone in this pile of ruins is asking for help!"
"Doctor! Doctor! There are wounded here!"
"Quick! The wounded person's breathing is weak! He must be rescued immediately!"
The medical staff were even more hurried, carrying stretchers and bringing back casualties one after another. They were extremely busy.
Countless wounded people were lying on stretchers, with shocking wounds on their bodies, dripping with blood, and without treatment.
When Qiao Sheng saw this chaotic and urgent scene, he even forgot to say hello to Fu Zijun and quickly joined the medical team.
She squatted down nearby with the medical kit, carefully bandaged the wound on the wounded man's leg and gave him an anti-inflammatory injection. Before the treatment was completed, another wounded man over there called her over.
She quickly processed it and hurried over.
No matter how fast she moved, there was still a steady stream of wounded and reoccurring wounds.
She could only go wherever it was most urgent and try her best.
At the end of the day, I was so busy that I didn't even have time to eat.
In the evening, Qiao Sheng finished treating the wounded on his hands and was about to go to another tent for treatment, but——
As soon as she stood up, her eyes suddenly went dark, and the whole world was spinning. Her body seemed to have been drained of strength, her limbs were weak, and she was shaking slightly in the air.
Suddenly, my wrist was grasped by a warm hand.
Immediately afterwards, Fu Zijun's tall body appeared in front of him.
Qiao Sheng calmed down, fixed his tired eyes on his tough and handsome face, and said in surprise: "Third Young Master?"
Fu Zijun glanced at her, pulled her aside and sat down, picked up the thermos, poured out a bowl of steaming porridge and handed it over:
"I think you haven't had a day's rest, so you don't know how to balance work and rest? If you continue to be tired, let alone saving them, you will become a problem yourself."
"eat first."
"..."
Qiao Sheng's dry lips moved, unable to refute. He was just busy today and really didn't pay attention to the problem of eating.
She hadn't had any water all day, and now she was really hungry, so she took the porridge without any courtesy and said, "Thank you."
Fu Zijun sat aside and watched her eat porridge, his eyebrows furrowed tightly as he expressed his distress: "I have contacted the army and asked them to send more manpower. They should arrive tonight."
Qiao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Many injured people here need to be transferred to the hospital. Thank you."
While she was talking, she had almost eaten and stood up: "I'll go check on the wounded first."
Fu Zijun pulled her and his voice was extremely low: "Didn't you listen to what I just said to you?"
Qiao Sheng was startled and looked back at him: "I know about the balance between work and rest, but there are many wounded waiting for treatment. I can't..."
"Ah!" The next second, the words died in my throat.
Fu Zijun didn't even bother to listen to her explanation and just picked her up horizontally.
Qiao Sheng had a look of astonishment on his face, his cheek pressed against his strong chest, confused in surprise:
"Third Young Master, what are you doing?"
Fu Zijun looked serious and put her on the bed in the tent: "I think you are more suitable for enforcement than cooperation."
"I will take effective measures like this for anyone who disobeys you in the future."