Yu Qingyu leaned close to his face, kissed him lightly, and scratched his paw with his sluggish expression, a hard and cold thing was inserted into his neckline with this paw, no one could see.
Han Zhujing's sanity gradually returned, "Why?"
Yu Qingyu turned his head and left, with tears running down the corner of his eyes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
"Qingyu, why are you crying?" The system voice was a little flustered.
Yu Qingyu rubbed his eyes, "Are you stupid? It's enough to have the wind when you come out. How long has the wind been blowing? My eyes are covered in ashes."
The system waved his sleeves, "Alright, I'll stop it."
Yu Qingyu sniffled, "Then let's go, let them stay here and suffer."
Looking at the relentless figure, Han Zhujing shed a tear.
After a while he got up, stumbled and ran down the mountain, went back to the village to gather some people, and took several ox carts up the mountain to pull them back.
The next step was to send these people to the county hospital, and finally put everyone in the hospital after tossing until evening.
The small county hospital was almost filled for a while, and the lights in the operating room were not turned off. Pushing out one immediately pushed another one.
Han Zhujing was sitting on the floor in the corridor, only to remember that he hadn't touched a drop of water all day, his eyes went black for a while, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
It was the coldest night in late autumn, and Han Zhujing woke up from the cold.
He opened his eyes and saw that there were many people lying in the corridor. Like him, these people also spread a single quilt, curled up in a ball in the cold in their sleep.
He thought they were here because there were not enough hospital beds.
Han Zhujing was clutching his stomach, the pain was throbbing there, but he didn't have any money, the gold bar that Cone stuffed into his collar had already paid for the medical bills.
He couldn't bear to watch those people die, he couldn't do it.
Yu Qingyu led a group of little guys back to his cave, and he spread out on the bed, "Oh, I'm so tired!"
The system chuckled, "Don't you have spiritual spring water, you can drink some."
Yu Qingyu turned over and buried his face in the pillow, "I'm tired, I don't want to move."
"Then go to sleep for a while, I'll watch over it for you."
"Well... no, no one knows."
"I'm worried."
"Well, whatever you want."
Yu Qingyu fell asleep peacefully, as if he had fallen into a warm embrace suddenly, the breath made him very uneasy, he frowned and wanted to run away, but apart from being hugged even tighter, he couldn't move at all .
Yu Qingyu opened his eyes, and met a furry face, and the deep eyes were not easy to mess with.
Fuck!
Yu Qingyu was about to run in a hurry, but the medicine pestle had already appeared in the air, and before he could smash it down, a voice rang in his ear.
"Qingyu, it's me."
The medicine pestle was only one centimeter away from the tip of his nose, and the furry face opened his mouth again, "Qingyu, don't you recognize me?"
Yu Qingyu put away the pestle in embarrassment, and sneered, "Hey... I'm sleepy, am I right? System, how did you become like this?"
The system's front paws hugged Yu Qingyu back into his arms: "This is how I can touch you.
Yu Qingyu's face didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Yesterday he said that he would become like him and warm his bed. He thought he was joking, but he didn't expect him to be serious.
Yu Qingyu tried to get out of his arms, but failed after a few moves. The hair on his whole body became limp. "System, can you let me go first? This is very uncomfortable."
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(end of this chapter)