Chapter 300: Revealing the Identity

Song Mo Ting knew immediately that Jiang Xiao Xiao was asleep when she leaned on his shoulder.

Her muscles were no longer tense, her breathing became long and deep, and she lay beside him softly.

He rested his lips on her cold forehead for a moment, then turned his head slightly, letting his cheek touch hers so that she could share as much of his warmth as possible.

If they survived tonight, it was all because of her tenacity.

His eyes followed her as she walked around working, although sometimes moving his head gave him a headache that almost blinded him.

In his sight, he saw her staggering first, then crawling, exhausted from taking care of both of them, and he was furious that he could not help her and could only lie there frustrated like a useless idiot.

She had driven herself far beyond the limits of human physical strength, and most people would have sat down and said "I can't do it anymore" at this time, and she had seriously neglected her health in order to take care of him.

He suspected that she was dehydrated, because if she urinated during the day, he would know.

Since regaining consciousness, he has been keeping a close eye on her, even when he can't see her, he is listening to her every move.

She only allowed herself a few sips of water that day, and forced herself to work for several hours.

Now it's not just him, there's another person who needs to be taken care of.

Damn, it would be great if he could recover at this time.

In the early hours of the morning, the temperature will drop to around minus 30 degrees Celsius, and the wind will blow to minus 40 degrees Celsius.

This is too cold for anyone.

Although the shed can be windproof, it is not sealed.

In the early hours of the morning, Song Moting felt that the fire was about to go out.

He tried to sit up to see if he still had the splitting headache he had yesterday.

If it was better today, Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn't have to work so hard.

The result was that Song Moting sat up effortlessly, with almost no feeling on his head and body.

As if he was not injured.

Song Moting touched his forehead in surprise.

The gauze there had been rubbed off while he was asleep.

A black line blocked his sight.

It was dangling on the eyebrow, very annoying.

The wound should have been at least six inches long, but now it feels smooth. What is this...?

Song Moting wondered strangely, was he still asleep?

What kind of magic operation was this?

The wound could heal overnight?

He suddenly remembered the porridge Jiang Xiaoxiao gave him.

He didn't have time to ask yesterday.

Where did Jiang Xiaoxiao find the rice and pot?

The two packed their luggage without these things.

In the wilderness, where did Jiang Xiaoxiao get these things?

If he hadn't fallen from the tree and got his head confused, he would remember it very clearly.

After falling from the tree, he should have fallen on a pile of things, definitely not the cold and hard ground.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao later took him down from that and put him on the rabbit skin mattress.

He remembered clearly that he felt like a few sacks.

Where did the sacks come from? What was in the sacks?

The most important thing is that he now feels that he has recovered a lot. At this time yesterday, although he hoped that he could recover immediately, this immediate recovery made people feel incredible.

All the pain in his body disappeared, if he remembered correctly.

In addition to the head being hit, his shoulder blade should even be slightly dislocated.

According to the time, the place where the head was hit should have been swollen like a pig's head by now.

But now it is smooth and flat, even the sutured wound is intact.

The whole person is like a person who has never encountered a car accident.

How can this not be surprising?

He looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao who was sleeping soundly with a complicated expression.

He knew that his wife actually had some mysterious things on her, although Jiang Xiaoxiao had never said it.

But he was careful and would still observe it, such as the last time Jiang Xiaoxiao helped the daughter-in-law of the forest farm director to deliver a baby.

That was not a simple delivery. Of course, he knew what serious consequences would result from heavy bleeding.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao brought people back to life like that.

Everyone said that Jiang Xiaoxiao's medical skills were amazing, and he believed it, but he still couldn't explain many things about Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Although Jiang Xiaoxiao had only done some superficial bandaging or medical skills, the smooth movements and the skilled operation methods made him know that it seemed that Jiang Xiaoxiao had been practicing for more than ten years.

Including the medicinal wine that grandpa liked to drink the most, all the old ailments on his body were alleviated overnight.

He had visited many hospitals, and many famous doctors were helpless. This disease can only be regarded as a long-term old ailment. It is impossible to cure it. At most, it can only slightly alleviate some pain.

But since drinking Jiang Xiaoxiao's medicinal wine, the old man's sleep has improved, and the pain in his body seems to disappear overnight.

The old man and the old lady didn't notice it, so how could his grandson not notice it? The silver hair on the old man and the old lady's head gradually turned black.

Ancestral secret recipe? Something magical? And skilled medical skills?

Hey!

He looked at his wife who was sleeping soundly and leaned towards him unconsciously, with a faint smile on her lips. He didn't know what sweet dream she was having.

This girl is so heartless.

It seems that he has too many things to worry about.

If she doesn't say it, he won't ask.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is his wife. No matter what secrets she has or who she is, it can't change the harmonious feeling between them. Jiang Xiaoxiao is like an existence that is integrated into his bones and blood.

She has saved his life many times.

No matter what Jiang Xiaoxiao is, Song Moting doesn't think Jiang Xiaoxiao is a bad person.

Then he will clean up the mess himself.

He got up and went to see the tractor driver next to him.

The driver's condition was worse than his. Strangely, he seemed to have recovered, but not as quickly as him.

Song Moting was relieved.

As long as outsiders didn't notice anything wrong, he would be relieved.

He tucked Jiang Xiaoxiao's quilt, got up to add firewood, and went out to find firewood.

Now it's time for him to play.

Wife, have a good rest.

Pushing away their boxes blocking the door, Song Moting began to climb out of the shed and into the gray dawn.

He propped himself up in the snow with one hand, staring blankly at the whiteness of the surroundings.

The good news was that the snow had stopped.

The bad news was that the tractor was almost buried after the heavy snow.

Although not completely buried, it was almost buried.

This made it more difficult to determine their position from the air, not to mention that the mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and visibility was also poor. This new change almost made the situation worse.