Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Amidst the raging wind and rain, the girl's face was filled with determination, and her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, shining brightly in the dim rain.

Everyone knew that Shen Mingchao was not joking.

Right.

This is indeed the optimal solution to the current predicament.

How could they not have thought of that?

Why step on a landmine for your love rival? You're not out of your mind. If you really upset Shen Mingchao, you'll be at a huge loss.

Xie Yuchen stepped forward and asked repeatedly, "Are you really sure? If you mind, don't force yourself."

"Yes, yes, yes," Qi Qiu quickly chimed in, "Sister, believe me, they're tough, they won't die anytime soon."

The fat man clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath, "I don't know if what this kid said is good or bad."

Shen Mingchao shook his head firmly.

"There's no such thing as forcing or not to save someone. We're all so familiar with each other, I can't just stand by and do nothing."

Changing the subject abruptly, she urged, "There's no time to say more, let's get in the car quickly."

Neither of the two crashed vehicles could be driven, so to make room, Wang Can, Zhang Haixia, and Zhang Qilan went directly into the space.

She was put in a seven-seater van. The driver was Wang Meng, the co-driver was Wu Xie, Li Cu and Su Wan sat in the two single seats in the middle, Huo Daofu and Yang Hao sat in the back, and Shen Mingchao sat between the two of them.

This makes treatment more convenient.

After the train resumed its journey, an indescribable atmosphere permeated the carriage.

Hearing the rustling sounds behind them, Wang Meng and Wu Xie tensed up, a hint of embarrassment flashing across their faces, but they didn't dare turn around, keeping their eyes fixed straight ahead.

With the arrow already on the bowstring, Shen Mingchao didn't pay much attention. He held the wrists of the two people on the left and right, and following his feelings, turned on a certain "switch" in his consciousness.

Yang Hao was the first to react. He was as if he had been electrocuted, his body twitching and twisting unconsciously, like a live fish that couldn't be caught, and he also squeezed out a few sobs.

Woke up?

Shen Mingchao quickly looked over.

Oh Nope.

The person's eyes are still closed, which most likely indicates a strong reaction to the stimulus.

Fortunately, her treatment worked.

The cracks on Yang Hao's body were gradually closing up, the bleeding wounds were slowly scabbing over, and the originally hideous wounds were healing at a very slow pace.

The other one was much more docile, not like a live fish, but like a beast lying in wait.

His body trembled almost imperceptibly, his breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his exposed skin flushed an unnatural red.

He wasn't fully awake.

His brows were furrowed deeply, and his expression wasn't pleasant, but the crisscrossing scratches on his face had visibly disappeared.

Despite the remarkable treatment results, Shen Mingchao was left with a dilemma.

The external wounds have healed, but what about the unseen internal injuries? She was completely clueless about the extent of her treatment, relying entirely on intuition.

Just like when making dessert, if you're told to add 100 grams of sugar, she only has a vague idea in her mind.

Just to be on the safe side, let's hold hands a little longer.

One minute……

three minutes……

Seven minutes...

Degrees and seconds are like years.

For the first time, Shen Mingchao felt that time was passing so slowly. Perhaps it was because his hands were restrained and he couldn't touch his phone, so he could only stare blankly.

About ten minutes later, the "live fish" on the left was struggling so much that, before she could react, it slipped out of her hand.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

As her breathing quickened, finally breaking through a certain threshold, Yang Hao's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

He blinked blankly, feeling an unbearable tingling and numb sensation.

"You're awake?"

A surprised female voice rang out beside me.

familiar.

Following the sound, he eagerly turned his head and saw a more familiar face.

He just watched quietly.

Let yourself get lost in those beautiful and tender memories.

However, such a direct gaze made Shen Mingchao feel uncomfortable.

Yang Hao's gaze was unfocused and blank; he was clearly awake, but his consciousness had not yet returned.

She asked with concern, "How are you feeling now? Does it still hurt anywhere? I have some tissues here, why don't you wipe the blood off your body and face first?"

After saying that, she handed over a pack of tissues.

"..."

He was so restless when he was asleep, but once he woke up, he became a quiet, withdrawn person.

Shen Mingchao sighed inwardly, intending to place the tissue directly on Yang Hao's lap.

But the next second, Yang Hao, who had been silent, suddenly moved.

The entire dark figure loomed over her.

?

What are you doing?

She was startled and uncertain. Just as she was about to raise her hand to push the person away, an arm suddenly reached out from behind her, moving faster than her, and pushed Yang Hao back in one fell swoop.

"What do you think you're doing? Think straight! She just saved us. Are you blinded by lust and trying to repay kindness with enmity?"

Shen Mingchao: "..."

Isn't that a bit too blunt?

as well as…

She could clearly feel a body suddenly stick to her, pressing against her back, its breath spraying against her neck, the heat slowly enveloping her.

They preach to others, but their own actions are hardly honorable.

Things don't always go as planned.

A hypocrite with a sanctimonious appearance.

As expected of him.

Shen Mingchao glanced sideways at Huo Daofu and ruthlessly exposed him: "You're quite hypocritical. What are you trying to do, standing so close to me?"

"Don't get me wrong," Hordorf said with a straight face, "The air conditioning is too cold, I'm warming you up."

Wang Meng: "Ha!"

Wu Xie: "Tsk!"

Yang Hao rolled her eyes: "That's fucking shameless!"

Shen Mingchao remained cold and unromantic, saying, "I think you're the one repaying kindness with enmity; your blood is on my clothes."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Hodor chuckled, released her, picked up the pack of tissues, pulled out a tissue, and said, "Let me wipe it for you."

Shen Mingchao: "..."

Hordolph's sudden change of attitude, becoming unusually attentive, made her wonder if he had suffered a brain hemorrhage.

Of course, this is a joke.

She caught a glimpse of Hordolph's fleeting, wicked smile, and her blood boiled. She shoved the man's hand away, gritting her teeth, "Still in the mood to laugh? I should have saved you to the point of near death, and then made you drink that awfully bitter Chinese medicine every day!"

"Oh, I can tell." Hordorf smiled. "Looks like you hold a deep grudge against me."

He wasn't attacked at all; he was only charmed by Shen Mingchao's cuteness. He said softly, "Okay, I'll drink."

"Drinking chicken feathers" sounds like nonsense.

Shen Mingchao was too lazy to argue with him and waved his hand: "Alright, be serious. Take a closer look at yourselves. Is there anything else that hurts? Your car overturned, so we're not sure if you have any internal injuries. I'm also not sure how effective my treatment for internal injuries will be. Don't delay."

Before Yang Hao and Huo Daofu could speak, Wu Xie in the passenger seat couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark:

"They can talk nonsense and even get physical; they don't look like they've suffered serious injuries and are on the verge of death. Ming Dynasty, don't worry too much about them. I think they're doing just fine."

"Yang Hao".

Hodor suddenly spoke up.

Yang Hao: ?

With a cold expression, Hordorf deliberately fanned the air in front of his nose with his hand: "Can you smell something sour? Someone in this car is probably jealous."