Chapter 351

Falling into the sea at least offered a glimmer of hope, but the place where Yang Wan disappeared was a winding mountain road.

The mountains are home to a diverse range of species, especially at this time of year when various animals are relatively active.

When you take a walk in the mountains, there is a high chance that you will encounter venomous snakes, various poisonous insects and ants, and you might get bitten if you are not careful.

If a person is bitten and not treated promptly, even a slightly more venomous bite can be fatal, while a less venomous bite can cause unconsciousness and damage to the nervous system.

Shu Wenyuan had even heard of hunters who went up the mountain to hunt and were accidentally bitten by unknown poisonous insects. Because they did not receive timely treatment, their entire arms quickly turned black and died, eventually looking as if they had been amputated, and they could not move their arms at all.

Besides venomous snakes and insects, the mountains are also home to wild boars, badgers, and other ferocious beasts that could easily bite off half a person's face if one is not careful...

It's hard not to worry about someone disappearing in such a dangerous place.

Shu Wenyuan grew increasingly worried. Although he didn't say anything, he remained uneasy.

I wonder where Yang Wan is now, and whether she's alive and well...

If she is still alive, I hope she can be found soon.

He was still waiting to retire successfully so he could reunite with her and their daughter's family...

Meanwhile, in a mountain village halfway up the mountain.

As if sensing something, Yang Wan's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and her eyes rolled wildly, as if she were fighting against something in her dream.

The next second, as if she had broken free of her shackles, she suddenly opened her eyes.

When the old lady saw that she was awake, she immediately came over with joy and gestured excitedly.

Yang Wan roughly understood her body language.

She was saying: You're awake, are you hungry?

Yang Wan lay weakly on the haystack, slowly exhaling a breath.

This was already the umpteenth day of her unconscious state.

My mental state is really bad, and my perception of the passage of time has become weak. I always feel like a long time has passed, but when I think about it carefully, it seems like only a few days have passed.

Her lips were so dry they ached, and her throat felt like it was on fire. She desperately wanted to drink some water to soothe her throat, but when she opened her mouth, her voice was terribly hoarse.

In addition, she was really weak and could only utter a few short, hoarse syllables, unable to say a complete sentence.

Grandma Yao hurriedly brought over a chipped porcelain bowl, stirring the soup inside with a spoon, making a crisp "clinking" sound.

Yang Wan had just woken up, and her senses were still sluggish.

Only when she heard this sound did her hearing seem to slowly recover.

After a moment, a bitter smell filled my nostrils.

She frowned, sniffed carefully, and realized that the smell was coming from the broken bowl in Grandma Yao's hand.

Yang Wan squinted at her, wanting to ask what was in the bowl, but realized she couldn't speak at all.

Even if she could speak, the old lady wouldn't be able to answer.

Grandma Yao is mute.

The old lady stirred the medicine in the bowl, occasionally touching the side of the bowl to check the temperature of the medicine, afraid of scalding Yang Wan.

Feeling that the fever had subsided, Grandma Yao quickly moved closer to Yang Wan, scooped up a spoonful of herbal medicine, and carefully scraped the spoon against the rim of the bowl to prevent the medicine from dripping onto her. She then tried to move her hand holding the spoon steadily to Yang Wan's lips.

The old lady raised her chin at Yang Wan with bright eyes.

It was as if they were saying to her, "Drink it quickly, you'll get better faster if you drink the medicine."

As soon as the spoon came close to my lips, the bitter taste became even stronger, along with an indescribable sourness.

This tastes just like the dark roast coffee we used to drink at home.

Yang Wan has never liked drinking coffee, that foreign stuff; she really hates the bitterness.

Therefore, looking at the spoonful of dark medicinal soup, Yang Wan frowned and hesitated for a long time, really not wanting to drink it.

Not knowing if the old lady could hear her, Yang Wan moved her fingers, trying to gently push her away and refuse with body language, but found that she had no strength at all.

She was like a fish washed ashore by the waves, her energy completely depleted, leaving her with no strength left to struggle.

During the time she was in a coma, although her consciousness was blurred, she still had a few conscious memories.

In her dazed state, she seemed to sense someone constantly watching over her, pacing anxiously back and forth, occasionally leaning in to check her breathing, as if afraid she might die.

There were many times during which she felt cold one moment and hot the next.

When she felt cold, she felt as if she were standing on an ice surface in the dead of winter, and her whole body was shivering from the cold.

The next moment, a quilt was placed over her and covered her body.

Yang Wan's trembling gradually subsided, and she felt her body warming up.

When it's hot, large drops of sweat roll down my tongue, and I feel like I'm being roasted over a fire; my skin feels like it's on fire.

During the hottest part of the day, Yang Wan was in a daze and couldn't help but have wild thoughts. She felt like she was in the Flaming Mountain from Journey to the West, struggling in discomfort and wondering if she was trapped in the Flaming Mountain and couldn't get out.

When she was feeling the worst, someone placed a cold handkerchief on her head.

Immediately afterwards, her arms, neck, back of hands, cheeks... all exposed skin was wiped with a towel dampened with cool water.

From that moment on, it felt as if the heat was being continuously drawn away, and my body temperature gradually dropped.

And just as soon as she opened her eyes, the old woman immediately noticed... It seems that the person who had been doing this and that for her by the bedside was her.

Someone who has been watching over her and caring for her like this can't be a bad person.

Yang Wan didn't want her to continue worrying. Having figured this out, she forced open her chapped lips and drank a spoonful of the dark, bitter medicine.

This medicinal soup truly lived up to its taste and color; it was even more bitter than I had imagined.

The moment the medicinal soup entered the mouth, an intense bitter taste quickly spread throughout the mouth.

Yang Wan even regretted comparing coffee to this medicinal soup.

Compared to this medicinal soup, coffee at least has some bean flavor and isn't this bitter.

This medicinal soup is like coffee that's been concentrated several times over; it's so bitter it makes your tongue go numb.

Yang Wan's somewhat dazed state of mind was jolted awake by the bitter medicine, instantly clearing her head.

She practically forced herself to drink the next few spoonfuls, holding her breath as she did so.

If she could speak, she really wanted the old woman to give her a quick death, so she could just force-feed her and drink it all in one gulp.

Drinking it spoonful by spoonful felt like being cut with a dull knife; it was so agonizing.