Jian Jing lay on the wooden board, admiring the spectacular sunrise over the sea.
The red sun jumped out of the blue sea, and the sea was sparkling in the morning light. This scene was really shocking. However, if she had a choice, she would still like to watch it on a yacht.
The water is damn cold.
She sneezed several times, and her limbs were numb from the cold. Fortunately, there were energy bars in her storage compartment, so she put one in her mouth and took a sip of mineral water from time to time, barely holding on.
But even if there is no danger of running out of water and food, the situation is still very serious.
When the sun comes out, the strong ultraviolet rays will cause her to quickly become dehydrated and sunburned. If she's unlucky and triggers some strange flag, she might even attract sharks - never underestimate the dangers of this world.
How to save yourself
The locator is the most convenient option, but even if she takes out the card now, it is useless without activating the main component of the electronic watch.
As for other prop cards, signal flares are not very effective in daytime, but signal smoke is a good choice, but it only lasts for 15 minutes and has a limited coverage area, so it would be a waste to use it casually.
Forget it, let’s just take it out first.
"Draw a card, give me a life-saving card." She pleaded weakly.
[Card drawing in progress]
[Extraction completed]
[Name: Item Card Floating Smoke (1/1)]
[Content description: Can release orange floating smoke on the water surface, lasting 15 minutes]
[Note: It is recommended to use it under certain conditions]
The light gradually became stronger, and the skin soaked in the sea water began to sting.
Jian Jing tore off a layer of her skirt, wet it and draped it over her head and neck, more or less blocking out some of the sunlight.
Strength is lost at several times the normal rate.
Jian Jing lay on the board, her consciousness unable to concentrate, drifting to many strange corners, such as "Titanic", which was still impressive after all these years, "Jaws", and... Never mind, they all seemed to be movies about shipwrecks.
The waves rise and fall, pushing the body forward.
The weather is clear and cloudless today, I hope it won't rain suddenly. The wind speed is a bit strong, I don't know how long it will take to search this sea area.
The explosion pushed her far away, and the direction they had to search was opposite to her position, which made things more fun.
Moreover, although there was enough fresh water and food in the storage compartment, she still faced a difficult problem.
People will continue to suffer from hypothermia if they soak in warm sea water, let alone the sea in November.
Did she want to draw a warm baby? No, the warm baby didn't seem to be waterproof. And it couldn't withstand use. She didn't have much courage left, and the new task had not been completed yet.
You have to save it. If you are really unlucky and have to drift for a few weeks, you will never need it again.
But Jian Jing's luck is not bad.
This place is near the coast and the monsoon is fast enough. About two hours later, she saw the shadow of the helicopter in the field of view of the telescope.
Judging from the direction of flight, it was probably flying straight and diagonally across the sea where she was.
Jian Jing took a deep breath, alerted herself and waited.
The deafening noise of the helicopter approached.
She lit the smoke.
Suddenly, orange smoke spread over the sea, creating large patches of orange, as if someone had poured a large bottle of Orange Juice into the sea.
Such a bright color naturally attracted the attention of the helicopter.
He changed direction, gradually approached, hovered above, and tried to discern the situation below.
Jian Jing shook the veil in her hand. The crystals and diamonds embellished on it refracted bright light under the sunlight, which was extremely eye-catching.
The helicopter hovered overhead and lowered a rope ladder.
Someone jumped down and swam to her side: "Teacher Jian?"
Jian Jing said weakly, "Calling for the soul."
Still conscious, quite awake. Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to the helicopter, which immediately lowered a rescue basket.
He held Jian Jing's arms, lifted her back, and put her into the basket.
"It's quite heavy, about 150 kilograms, right?" Ji Feng said.
"Bullshit." Jian Jing's swollen head immediately sobered up, "My skirt has three layers and is soaked in water. How can it not sink?"
He chuckled and gestured for the basket to rise.
Jian Jing was rescued back into the helicopter, and a team member she didn't recognize immediately covered her with a blanket and asked, "Are you injured?"
"Not bad." She wrapped the blanket tightly and couldn't help shivering twice.
Ji Feng climbed up the rope ladder and quickly closed the hatch: "If you know you're going to ask, I'll tell you first. Wang Shi's body has been found."
Jian Jing swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. After a while, she smiled bitterly and said, "It's a waste of half my energy."
"It wasn't in vain. At least the case has been solved." Ji Feng comforted her, "It's over. Don't worry."
Jian Jing was in mixed emotions and remained silent for a long time.
The murder case that entangled "Jian Jing" and the dark cloud that lingered in her heart for many years finally came to an end today. However, what happened has already happened and can never be forgotten.
She couldn't help but sigh softly, as if to relieve the lump in her chest.
But the lungs were tightly bound and unable to expand, making people feel uncomfortable.
"Hey." Jian Jing couldn't hold on any longer and said to Ji Feng, "Take off some clothes and give them to me."
Monsoon: “Wet.”
"Whatever. I can't breathe." She covered her chest, feeling that it was difficult to breathe. "Do you know how tight this evening gown is? My ribs are going to break."
Monsoon: “…”
He took off his shirt and handed it to her, with a black thread on his face.
Jian Jing glanced at the people present.
Everyone turned their backs consciously.
She wrapped herself in the blanket, pulled down the hidden zipper with force, and took off her clothes. It was like a butterfly finally breaking out of its cocoon after much difficulty, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief from her throat.
Alive.
The dress is really beautiful, but it is also really anti-human.
Only after putting on a loose shirt and wrapping herself in a warm blanket did she truly relax.
it's over.
I felt tired and dizzy.
She fell into a deep web of sleep, unconscious.
Sunburn, hypothermia, high fever, concussion, inflamed wounds... the doctor found a lot of problems on Jian Jing's body.
Fortunately, she was in good health and none of her illnesses were serious. She didn't even have to go into the operating room and was directly arranged to rest in a single room.
Jian Jing slept for three full hours.
During the confrontation with Wang Shi, although he controlled her food and water intake and kept her in a weak state, he could not stop her from cheating and would secretly eat in bed every day.
The greatest stress is mental exertion and the inhalation of anesthetic gases that affect the central nervous system.
However, the immunity +1 data may seem insignificant, but it protected her well. By the fifth day, she had basically recovered.
Alas, the trouble of being sober.
Jian Jing knew that Kang Mucheng would come every day, but she pretended to be asleep.
Sixth.
Kang Mucheng threw away yesterday's tulips, put fresh water lilies in the vase, and said calmly: "Don't pretend, I don't blame you."
Jian Jing turned over, with most of her face hidden under the sheets, leaving only a pair of eyes looking at him with guilt.
Kang Mucheng sat down beside the bed and stared at her face: "These past two days, I've been thinking, if I had been more supportive of you, would you have kept it from me?"
Without waiting for her answer, he said self-deprecatingly, "I think about it again. As long as you tell me, I will definitely find a way to stop you. So, what's wrong with you hiding it? What qualifications do I have to blame you?"
"Mr. Kang..." She hesitated to speak.
Kang Mucheng's eyes fell on the window. The autumn wind was blowing and the leaves of the sycamore trees were already golden. He suddenly said, "Last year when you were lying here, I regretted taking too much care of you, but these past two days, I still regret it."
"I regret not being able to take good care of you." He smiled bitterly, "It's weird, isn't it?"
Jian Jing felt depressed, but didn't know what to say.
"To be honest, I know what I am thinking now. I shouldn't interfere in many things." Kang Mucheng retracted his gaze and looked at the unfamiliar girl with a complicated expression, "I should treat you as an independent person, only give you advice, and not interfere, but..."
But I can't do it, he thought, but couldn't say it.
The air was silent for a moment.
Jian Jing said: "You only care about me."
Care? Kang Mucheng thought, of course, he cares about her, and he is used to her consulting him first about everything, but this time, he was excluded.
This feeling is uncomfortable, but cannot be eliminated, so I have to bury it deep in my heart and let it devour me.
He sighed silently, waving away the subtle emotions: "Fortunately, you are fine. Is it over now?"
Jian Jing nodded, feeling lost: "It's all over."
"I'm glad you're okay." He repeated, patting the back of her hand. "Have a good rest. I don't blame you, and you're not angry with you."
She blinked and pursed her lips: "Really?"
Kang Mucheng laughed and shook his head, as if he couldn't do anything to her: "Just get better soon."
"Don't you blame me for wearing the skirt?" Jian Jing was very concerned, "I only wore it once..."
"It's just a skirt." Kang Mucheng said helplessly, "Give me another one, forget it."
She pulled up the quilt: "I don't want it."
"What do you want?"
Jian Jing thought about it and ordered: "Strawberry cake, taro bubble milk tea, and one serving of fried chicken."
Kang Mucheng: "I remember the doctor said that I can't eat spicy, greasy, or indigestible food."
She: “I’m fine now!”
"No." Kang Mucheng frowned, "You have to listen to the doctor. I'll ask Auntie to bring you pigeon soup tomorrow."
Jian Jing defended herself: "I just have a fever and a cold, I'm not in confinement."
Kang Mucheng looked at her.
She: “… Mr. Kang.”
"Cake," he conceded.
Jian Jing crawled into the bed and buried her head in it, protesting her dissatisfaction with her actions.
Kang Mucheng reluctantly said, "Add another cup of milk tea. I'll ask my secretary to buy it."
"Just 70% sweet." She sat up as if nothing had happened.
Kang Mucheng shook his head, feeling that he was becoming increasingly helpless against her.
Today, afternoon tea consists of a 4-inch strawberry cake and an extra-large cup of hot milk tea.
In the evening, Aunt Wang stewed pigeon soup for several hours.
Jian Jing's stomach was full of water. She drank half a bowl of soup with a sad face. When she couldn't drink any more, she decided to have the rest as a midnight snack.
Aunt Wang misjudged her appetite, thinking that girls have small appetites, and did not pay any attention.
At ten o'clock, there is curfew in the inpatient department.
Jian Jing had finished digesting the afternoon tea and began to worry about the pigeon soup, hesitating between heating it up and drinking it or eating instant noodles.
At this time, the door opened.
"Why aren't you sleeping so late?" Ji Feng came over, stretched his legs and sat down on the chair, glancing at the lunch box on the cabinet, "Oh, confinement meal?"
If every visitor behaved like this, the hospital would probably never have any empty beds.
Jian Jing took a deep breath, picked up the pillow, pressed it on him, and hit him three times.
She used all her strength and it hit her body and it hurt a lot. Ji Feng was confused: "What are you doing?"
"Entertain an acquaintance who didn't come to see me during the week I was in the hospital and now speaks badly of me when he comes." She said coldly.
Ji Feng rolled his eyes: "Who said I didn't come?"
Jian Jing raised her head and pointed at the gifts around her. Since she was hospitalized, there has been an endless stream of people coming to visit her, sometimes twenty or thirty people, but usually a dozen or so.
People either brought fruit baskets and milk, or gift boxes of supplements, or they brought flowers, filling the ward to the brim.
Not a single one of his.
Bah, plastic crap.