Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Ye Qing’s face grew paler. Jiang Jinhuang dared not delay. She gritted her teeth and threaded the needle through Ye Qing’s flesh.

Ye Qing groaned muffledly. She bit the handkerchief tightly. Large sweat drops slid from her forehead continuously.

Jiang Jinhuang sobbed softly. She bit her lower lip to stay rational. Long pain was worse than short. She wiped tears from her cheek. She forced herself to calm down quickly. She stitched Ye Qing’s flesh rapidly. Soon, she sewed twelve stitches in Ye Qing’s wound.

When Jiang Jinhuang finished, Ye Qing’s consciousness faded. She lacked strength to remove the handkerchief from her mouth.

Jiang Jinhuang saw her state. Her tears flowed endlessly. She disinfected Ye Qing’s wound with iodine and disinfectant again. She wrapped thick gauze around Ye Qing’s shoulder carefully.

Jiang Jinhuang removed her rubber gloves hurriedly. She moved close to Ye Qing. She held Ye Qing in her arms gently.

Fearing Ye Qing was cold, Jiang Jinhuang covered her with a blanket. She held Ye Qing nervously. She removed the handkerchief from Ye Qing’s mouth carefully.

Meeting Ye Qing’s unfocused gaze, Jiang Jinhuang trembled. “Ye Qing, how are you? Don’t scare me. You promised to take me and Yangyang to the capital. You can’t be hurt,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang’s tears fell onto Ye Qing’s chest. Ye Qing saw her cry. She wanted to wipe her tears. She was too tired and in pain. She closed her eyes moments later.

Before losing consciousness, Ye Qing heard the system’s announcement faintly. Half her life was gone. She couldn’t focus on it.

Jiang Jinhuang saw Ye Qing faint. She held Ye Qing’s body. She cried tremblingly. “You can’t be hurt. You mustn’t be hurt. Ye Qing, you can’t break your word,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang no longer cared about returning to the capital. She said these things to give Ye Qing a reason to live.

The little one sat at the cart’s back. She saw her sister cry. She shed tears quietly. She dared not disturb them. She cried silently. Her small body shook. Sister Ye was kind to her. She didn’t want her hurt.

Jiang Jinhuang held Ye Qing and cried. She shifted her body. She made Ye Qing more comfortable in her arms.

Jiang Jinhuang had used both handkerchiefs. She wiped Ye Qing’s sweat with her sleeve gently. Her fingers brushed Ye Qing’s pale face occasionally.

Soon, Jiang Jinhuang felt Ye Qing’s temperature rise. She touched Ye Qing’s forehead. It burned hotly.

Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes reddened instantly. She opened the medical kit. She found a small bottle of fever medicine. Song Zhao had used it before.

Jiang Jinhuang kept Ye Qing in her arms. She took two pills. She placed them at Ye Qing’s lips.

“Ye Qing, wake up. Take the medicine before sleeping,” Jiang Jinhuang said.

Ye Qing was unconscious. She didn’t respond to the gentle call.

Jiang Jinhuang pinched Ye Qing’s philtrum. She roused Ye Qing’s consciousness slightly.

“Ye Qing, open your mouth. I’ll feed you medicine,” Jiang Jinhuang said. Her tone was gentler than ever. She coaxed Ye Qing softly.

Ye Qing’s head spun. Her body ached. She heard Jiang Jinhuang faintly. She seemed to ask her to open her mouth.

Ye Qing tried to open her eyes. She was too weak. Her lips parted slightly.

Jiang Jinhuang slipped the pills into Ye Qing’s mouth quickly. She held the water gourd to Ye Qing’s lips. She poured water into Ye Qing’s mouth carefully.

Ye Qing sweated heavily. She was thirsty. She opened her mouth wider instinctively. She drank the water from the gourd.

Jiang Jinhuang fed her cautiously. She avoided choking her. When Ye Qing drank enough, she set the gourd aside.

Jiang Jinhuang held Ye Qing to rest. That night, the three others stayed awake. Even the little one worried about Ye Qing. She stayed curled up. She feared closing her eyes would make Sister Ye disappear.

At 10 a.m., Song Zhao stopped the cart by the road. She lifted the curtain. She saw Ye Qing still sleeping deeply.

“How’s Master?” Song Zhao asked anxiously.

Jiang Jinhuang touched Ye Qing’s forehead. “Her fever’s gone. She’s still not awake,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang thought briefly. She spoke firmly. “Song Zhao, find a quiet place to stop. Cook porridge. She hasn’t eaten all night. Her body might not hold,” she said.

“Okay,” Song Zhao said. She drove the cart to find a spot obediently.

Song Zhao found a place soon. She unhitched the cart. She let the horses eat fodder and rest.

Song Zhao carried the little one off the cart. She let her stretch.

Song Zhao took cooking supplies from the cart. She lit a fire on the ground. She began cooking porridge.

Jiang Jinhuang stayed with Ye Qing in the cart. The fever was gone. Ye Qing remained unconscious. Jiang Jinhuang worried greatly.

Song Zhao brought porridge soon. Jiang Jinhuang set the bowl aside. She patted Ye Qing’s cheek gently. “Ye Qing, wake up. Eat something before sleeping. Wake up,” she said.

Ye Qing slept deeply. She heard someone call her faintly. She opened her eyes with effort. Pain kept her from moving.

“You’re awake? How do you feel?” Jiang Jinhuang asked. Her eyes were red. Seeing Ye Qing awake, she smiled joyfully.

“Mm,” Ye Qing said. Her throat felt dry. A rusty taste filled her mouth. She couldn’t speak fully.

Jiang Jinhuang saw her state. She grabbed the gourd quickly. She gave Ye Qing several sips. “Thirsty? Drink some water first,” she said.

Ye Qing drank several sips. Her throat’s burning eased. Her spirits lifted slightly. She remained weak. “Much better. Don’t worry,” she said.

Ye Qing feared Jiang Jinhuang’s guilt. She comforted her quickly.

Jiang Jinhuang shook her head. She cried uncontrollably. “You’re so hurt. How can you be better? You just comfort me,” she said.

“Really better. With you here, it hurts less,” Ye Qing said. She paused to breathe after each sentence. She rested before continuing. Speaking drained her greatly.

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. Talk less. Don’t tire yourself,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She stopped her from speaking.

Jiang Jinhuang picked up the porridge bowl. She scooped some with a spoon. She blew it cool. She brought it to Ye Qing’s lips. She fed Ye Qing. “Rest well these days. Don’t worry about anything. Song Zhao and I are here,” she said.

“Okay. Where’s Yangyang? Did I scare her?” Ye Qing asked. The little one cried easily. Ye Qing feared her bloody state frightened her.

“No. She’s with Song Zhao below. Don’t worry,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She fed Ye Qing more porridge.

Ye Qing ate porridge. She asked Jiang Jinhuang for two anti-inflammatory pills. She swallowed them. She slept again afterward.

Song Zhao served porridge to the little one outside. The little one squatted. She stared at the bowl. She didn’t eat.

Song Zhao touched her head. “Yangyang, eat well. Sister Ye will recover soon. She’ll hug you again. Don’t worry. If you get thin, she’ll be sad,” she said.

The little one heard this. She cried and ate porridge.

Song Zhao served Jiang Jinhuang a bowl. She brought it to the cart.

“Miss Jiang, eat something. You’re exhausted from last night. Don’t harm your health,” Song Zhao said.

Ye Qing lay pale in the cart. Jiang Jinhuang couldn’t eat porridge. She couldn’t even drink water.

“I can’t eat. Song Zhao, care for Yangyang these days,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She sighed heavily. She should be the one injured. Without Ye Qing, she might be dead. Ye Qing suffered for her.

“Miss Jiang, eat a little. Master cares for you most. If you don’t eat, how can she rest?” Song Zhao said. She felt sad. She knew she was needed now. She couldn’t falter.

Jiang Jinhuang pursed her lips. She took the bowl from Song Zhao reluctantly. “She cares for me most?” she asked.

“Yes. Anyone can see Master cares for you. She wouldn’t have shielded you otherwise,” Song Zhao said. Her voice softened.

Jiang Jinhuang recalled last night. Ye Qing shielded her instantly. It was too quick for thought. Ye Qing instinctively protected her.

Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes reddened. She nodded at Song Zhao faintly. She brought the bowl to her lips. Despite no appetite, she ate. She needed to care for Ye Qing.

Jiang Jinhuang ate spoonful by spoonful.

Song Zhao fed the horses water and fodder. She let them rest. She hitched the cart again.

Song Zhao packed everything. She lifted the little one into the cart. The group set off.

In the afternoon, Ye Qing woke. She drank water once. She slept deeply again.

Song Zhao drove through the night. She aimed to distance them from the attack site. She avoided the black-clad men. Late at night, she found a place to stop.

Song Zhao didn’t move Ye Qing. She slept outside with the little one. Jiang Jinhuang stayed in the cart to care for Ye Qing.

Jiang Jinhuang hadn’t slept for a day and night. She held Ye Qing. She dozed off hazily. She woke feeling scorched. Ye Qing felt like a furnace in her arms.

Jiang Jinhuang opened her eyes. She saw Ye Qing’s flushed face. She was feverish again.

Jiang Jinhuang grabbed the medical kit. She found fever medicine inside.

“Ye Qing, wake up. Take the medicine and sleep. Don’t scare me,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She patted Ye Qing’s face gently. Ye Qing opened her eyes groggily. Her consciousness remained unclear.

Jiang Jinhuang fed the pills into Ye Qing’s mouth quickly. She used the gourd’s water to help Ye Qing swallow them.