Chapter 1694 No Good Words

Mu Mengyan was also sweating profusely. Her movements were not gentle enough or professional enough. She was treating a dead horse like a living horse.

The old man came in from outside with a handful of grass in his hand, which Mu Mengyan had never seen before.

The old man handed the grass to Mu Mengyan and made many gestures. Mu Mengwen understood what he meant.

This is an herbal medicine that stops bleeding and reduces inflammation.

At the old man's instruction, Mu Mengyan put the medicinal herbs into his mouth and chewed it, enduring the unpleasant taste, and then pressed it on Yan Xin's wound.

"I've tried my best. Whether you can survive it or not depends on your own life."

After Mu Mengyan finished his work, he felt exhausted.

She went out and saw the old man boiling water.

The old man looked at her, then took out a potato from the pile of firewood and gave it to her.

"Thank you." Mu Mengyan was indeed hungry.

After exhaustion, hunger is also very obvious.

She sat on a low wooden stool, eating potatoes and asking the old man about the situation nearby.

It was difficult for the old man to understand what she said, but he probably understood what she was talking about.

Mu Mengyan also worked very hard to sort out the information.

The old man is the only family in this place. Because of the wars that have occurred in the Dark Moon Kingdom all year round, many people have lost their homes. It turned out that the old man also had children, and they were all dead.

He took his grandson and hid in this mountain col. One year, his grandson went out shopping and never came back.

Since then, the old man has never been out of the mountains and has lived here.

He hadn't seen anyone in five years and he liked it here, not being disturbed or facing the horrors of war.

Even if he dies in the future, he will still be in this pure land.

If there is an afterlife, he wants to be reborn in a peaceful country.

Mu Mengyan was deeply moved. Those who are rich in war are the troublemakers, and the injured are always the civilians.

As night fell, Yan Xin developed a fever.

Mu Mengyan kept cooling him down. If he couldn't survive the night, he would be finished.

The old man went out to collect herbs again at night, and this time he crushed them outside himself.

He asked Mu Mengyan to apply the medicine to Yan Xin.

"Yan Xin, if you die, you will stay here forever. From now on, no one will come to visit your grave." Mu Mengyan still didn't say a nice word.

Anyway, he couldn't hear it.

The next day, Mu Mengyan opened her eyes and subconsciously touched Yan Xin's forehead.

It doesn't seem so hot anymore.

No fever is the best state.

For three days, Yan Xin didn't wake up, but he didn't have a fever either.

On the fourth day, Mu Mengyan and the old man came back from digging kudzu roots and heard coughing inside.

Mu Mengyan hurried in and saw Yan Xin open his eyes.

"You finally woke up." Mu Mengyan's heart finally relaxed.

Yan Xin looked at her and looked around again. This was not a very good place.

"We fled here for our lives." Mu Mengyan explained to him, "You have been unconscious for three days."

Yan Xin wanted to sit up. He was seriously injured and had no strength at the moment.

Mu Mengyan gave him a hand and let him lean against the dirt wall.

"You saved me." Yan Xin was very weak, but the look in his eyes was unusually firm.

Mu Mengyan said: "No. It was Uncle Foy who saved you."

"If you hadn't brought me here, he wouldn't have been able to save me."

"It's just a life for a life. You and I don't owe each other anything." Mu Mengyan was very rational but also very ruthless.

Yan Xin put his hand on his chest, where he had been shot.

He didn't argue with her about who owed whom, "Who got the bullet for me?"

"I."