She unties the equipment bag and throws it aside. She suddenly thinks of an Xiaoyao. She can't help shouting. She doesn't hear the response. The valley is covered with snow. Xia Qing finds an Xiaoyao in another corner.

He didn't wake up. He was covered with snow and only one head was left.

When he fell down, he came across sharp rocks with a big blood clot on his forehead. He looked very embarrassed and pale. Xia Qing sniffed his nose. He was still alive, and she was in a good mood.

She dragged Ann Xiaoyao out.

"If you don't wake up, you'll freeze to death." Xia Qing patted his face, "Hey, wake up. Are you a man? You have such a bad constitution. I wake up, but you haven't."

After several shouts, an Xiaoyao didn't respond. Xia Qing took out a towel from the equipment bag and soaked it with snow water to wash off the blood clots on his forehead. It didn't matter at first. His heart was pounding. He was seriously injured.

And very close to the eyebrow corner, the weather is cold, saved him one, the wound is frozen by the wind and snow, Xia Qing gave him a little medicine, and then bandaged up with gauze.

Then she found something wrong with his left foot. She touched it down and narrowed her eyes slightly.

I broke my leg.

"I said you were lucky." She remembered in a trance that an Xiaoyao rolled down with her in her arms. She used her body to help her during the whole process. She sniffed, covered up the strange idea in her heart, and said to herself, "you can stop interrupting Lao Tzu's leg. We're even. Hey, wake up soon."

"You don't want to die here until it's dark."

"An Xiaoyao, if you don't wake up, I'll leave you here to die."

....

"You are so noisy..." An Xiaoyao groans silver, finally long turn to wake up, eyes have not opened, Xia Qing is extremely happy, hurriedly helped him up, "you can finally wake up, we are very lucky, did not fall to death."

An Xiaoyao smiles and slowly opens her eyes. Xia Qing is happy for a moment, but she doesn't notice his slowly solidified smile. When she finds out, an Xiaoyao has already sunk in her face. Xia Qing finds out for the first time that his calm face looks a little frightening.

"What's wrong with you? It's just a broken leg. I'll find something to fix it for a while. It won't die. "

An Xiaoyao for a long time did not speak, Xia Qing gradually found something wrong.

He always smiles.

"What's the matter with you?"

"It's not night, I think."

"Of course not..." Xia Qing answered, turned to silence, raised her hand to shake in front of him, found that an Xiaoyao did not react at all, Xia Qing's heart was cool, she really hated his intuition.

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Just after she saw an Xiaoyao's forehead injury, she felt bad. If she was too close to the eyebrow bone and was seriously injured, it would certainly affect the visual nerve. His cornea might be injured, but the idea just flashed by.

She didn't think Ann Xiaoyao was that backward.

I didn't expect that. I really recited it.

"You've hurt your forehead. I think it's hurting the cornea membrane." Xia Qing has no nonsense and no comfort. This kind of thing needs to be digested slowly.

Looking up, he feels uncomfortable with the gauze.

He was quiet for a while and nodded to show that he knew. Xia Qing felt relieved to see him as usual. If she had been in the past, she would have gloated at the opera. After all, an Xiaoyao had made her suffer so much.

She had seldom seen him so lucky that she would sneer at him.

However, she did not.

Blindness can be large or small, which is not the same as broken bones or gunshot wounds.

If you can't see him all his life, how can he stand such a proud man?