Parents are busy farming

Zhang Gaoyi sat motionless beside the bed, his eyes always fixed on Ye Zifen's peaceful face, never moving away for a moment.

He just guarded her quietly like this, as if time had stopped and there were only the two of them left in the world.

In fact, at this moment, the problems that have been plaguing them have not yet been properly handled and resolved.

When they arrived here after untold hardships, they were surprised to find that the people who originally lived here had already left quietly and were nowhere to be found.

Right now, this place is completely desolate, and not even a trace of food to fill the stomach can be found.

In desperation, they could only rely on the limited supplies they brought with them and barely make a pot of ginger soup to resist the severe cold.

The biting cold wind was like a ferocious beast, roaring and screaming madly.

The extremely cold breath was like an omnipresent demon, spreading wantonly in the air.

They stood there silently, their eyes slowly sweeping across the empty houses around them, and a deep feeling of helplessness involuntarily welled up in their hearts.

The most pressing and difficult problem facing them was that the rations they carried had run out.

It snowed again last night and hasn't stopped yet.

Under such harsh and difficult environmental conditions, the few reserves were like a lit candle, burning out at an alarming speed, leaving them with only endless confusion and fear.

If you want to find food to fill your stomach, you must wait patiently for the snow to melt.

The mountains of thick white snow were like an indestructible wall, standing ruthlessly in front of them and becoming a huge obstacle that was difficult to overcome in their pursuit of hope for survival.

Otherwise, they may even lose their way forward, and the difficulties they face will become more difficult and complicated.

Every time you take a difficult step, there is a danger of falling into a bottomless snow pit. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed up by this endless white world and completely lose your trace.

Helplessly, they could only huddle in this crude and simple house, praying silently that the flying snowflakes would stop falling as soon as possible, allowing the warm sunshine to shine on the earth, accelerating the melting of ice and snow, thus bringing them a glimmer of hope and turning point of life.

When Ye Zifen woke up again from her sleep, she did not rashly disturb the others around her.

On the contrary, she sat up gently, her movements so gentle as if she was afraid to disturb the silence.

Then, she stretched out her right hand, placed three slender fingers gently on her left wrist, and began to concentrate on taking her own pulse and diagnosing her condition.

I saw her fair and slender left hand, like a light feather, gently falling on the round wrist of her right hand.

Her brows, as beautiful as the distant mountains, were slightly furrowed, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the breeze, revealing a hint of worry and concern.

Those eyes, as bright as stars, were now extremely focused and solemn, as if they were trying to see through the skin to the secrets hidden deep inside.

The beating of her pulse was like a seedling breaking through the soil in spring, leaping and transmitting vibrantly at her fingertips.

One, two, three... Every beat is the rhythm of life, and she, like an experienced dancer, accurately captures the subtle changes in rhythm with her fingers.

As time passed quietly, everything around seemed to be frozen at this moment, only her soft breathing and the steady and powerful beating of her pulse intertwined together to play a quiet and mysterious melody.

Although Ye Zifen's face looked calm, her inner world was actually turbulent and she was conducting a tense and meticulous analysis.

Her fingers were like nimble elves, dancing first on her right hand, then quietly moving to her left hand, repeating the same movements and maintaining the same high level of concentration.

As she alternating these seemingly simple movements, a barely perceptible gleam of thought suddenly flashed in her eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky, instantly lighting up the vast ocean of knowledge deep in her mind.

The medical knowledge that she had studied diligently was now like an ancient and precious book, turning page by page in her memory.

The rise and fall of the pulse, the changes in rhythm, all these details were clearly presented in her mind.

After careful consideration, she finally slowly loosened her clenched hands, and let out a long breath as if she had completed a difficult task.

"It turned out to be just a common cold, not as serious as I had initially worried."

Ye Zifen whispered to herself, with a hint of relief in her voice.

Recalling that the patient had already drunk a bowl of steaming ginger soup, she felt even more relieved and believed that this minor illness would be cured soon.

At this moment, Ye Zifen was half lying on the simple bed, and she heard a series of unclear voices in her ears.

The sound was intermittent, as if it came from a distant place.

Although she tried her best to hear clearly, the wind was raging outside, and the whistling sound was deafening, almost covering up all other sounds.

The strong wind was like a ferocious beast, roaring and snarling with its fangs and claws bared, as if trying to swallow everything in the world into its belly.

It blew mercilessly against the windows and walls, causing the entire house to tremble slightly.

Ye Zifen struggled to sit up, but as her body had not yet fully recovered and was still very weak, every simple movement was a huge challenge for her.

She gritted her teeth, supported her body with both hands, moved slowly, and finally managed to sit up straight.

But when she tried to walk, she found that her legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step she took required great effort.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, a strong feeling of dizziness surged into her heart like a tide, almost making her lose her balance.

She calmed herself down, took a deep breath, steadied her body, and began to move cautiously in the direction where the sound came from.

Although her steps were a little unsteady, she still walked firmly towards the people who were having a heated discussion.

When they got close enough, Ye Zifen finally heard their conversation clearly.

It turned out that several masters were sitting together, discussing who to send out to look for food.

One of them said worriedly: "The situation outside is really unpredictable. Anyone who goes out will probably face great danger!"

Another person sighed helplessly: "But if no one goes to find food, won't everyone just starve?"

The last person also frowned and shook his head repeatedly, saying: "Oh, this is really a tricky problem!"