The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

When she saw her master's solemn expression, her heart sank and she instantly understood the seriousness of the matter.

Nier became uneasy. She didn't know what diagnosis the master would give later, and her heart was filled with fear and worry.

Zhao Jincheng slowly closed his eyes, shook his head gently, and then sighed softly: "Alas... I'd better give her an acupuncture to wake her up first. After she wakes up, you can say a few caring words to her."

After saying that, he took out a thin silver needle from the medical box he carried with him and prepared to treat the unconscious person.

When the young man next to him heard what Zhao Jincheng said, tears instantly welled up in his eyes, like crystal clear pearls, shaking and about to fall.

Suddenly, one of the huge tears could no longer bear the sadness and pain, and slid down his slightly pale cheek, dripping onto the ground, splashing a small teardrop.

However, this tear did not alleviate the disbelief in his heart in the slightest.

In an instant, the young man seemed to realize something. He suddenly raised his hands and wiped his tear-stained face quickly and forcefully.

Then he stretched out his fingers to carefully straighten his messy hair, and tugged hard at the wrinkled clothes on his body.

After doing these movements, he did not forget to gently pat his cheeks a few times with his palms, trying to make himself look a little more energetic.

Then, he tried to move the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but the smile seemed particularly stiff and forced.

After several attempts at adjustment, the smile finally looked a little more natural.

Zhao Jincheng calmly glanced at Ni'er and said softly, "We'll go out first," then looked at the young man standing beside him, "You two can have a good chat."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked away.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes were filled with pleading, and he lowered his voice very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and whispered: "Really...really can't do it?"

However, facing the young man's almost pleading eyes, Zhao Jincheng could only shake his head helplessly, patted his shoulder, and advised earnestly: "Hurry up, some things can't be forced after all."

Ni'er followed her master closely and couldn't help but turn around and look at Sister Xiaodie who was lying there again.

Sister Xiaodie's face was dark and lifeless, with a strange green color faintly visible. The deathly aura was like a thin layer of mist, tightly surrounding her.

Nier sighed in her heart, it seems that this time, Sister Xiaodie really can't hold on.

Thinking of this, she quickly lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him any longer, fearing that she would not be able to control her emotions and burst into tears on the spot.

The master and the apprentice walked slowly away, deliberately keeping a certain distance from here so as not to affect them. As they walked, Nier finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Zhao Jincheng, who was standing by, turned around upon hearing the voice and looked carefully at his little disciple's face. He saw that she looked tired and her eyes were bloodshot, and she was obviously extremely exhausted.

Zhao Jincheng felt very distressed, thinking that the child had worked really hard during this period, and it was time to let her have a good rest.

But if she was asked to rest right away, she would definitely not agree. After all, the matter had been settled, it was just a matter of time.

Even if she continued to stay here, it would be futile, so she might as well go and rest for a while, because there would be a lot of heavy work waiting for her tomorrow.

If she doesn't rest well today, her body might not be able to withstand such fatigue.

"Don't sit here any longer. Go and take a rest. Look at you. You can hardly open your eyes."

As she expected, Nier shook her head gently and whispered, "I want to stay a little longer."

Since I set foot in this place, I see people dying every day because they can't hold on any longer. In the end, their bodies are rolled up in straw mats and hurriedly taken away and burned.

I thought my little disciple had gradually adapted to this cruel reality, but I never expected that she was such a sentimental person.

Perhaps she has been trying hard to suppress the emotions deep in her heart and never show them in front of others, especially for fear that she will make others worry and care about her.

When Xiaodie was in good condition, she had talked with Nier many times. Perhaps deep in Nier's heart, she already regarded Xiaodie as a friend.

After all, the age difference between the two is not that big, so they naturally have many common topics. Every time they communicate, they can speak freely and have a good time.

At this moment, Zhao Jincheng squatted quietly beside Ni'er, silently accompanying the young child.

It is heartbreaking that Nier has encountered such a misfortune at such a young age. However, who can say whether this is a blessing or a curse?

Turning my eyes to the tent, I saw a young man holding Xiaodie's hands tightly, his affectionate eyes staring straight into Xiaodie's eyes.

But at this time, Xiaodie's vision had become blurred, and she could hardly exert any strength in her hands.

Although she wanted very much to touch the other person's cheek, no matter how hard she tried, she could not touch the face that was so close to her.

Seeing this, the young man lifted Xiaodie's hand without hesitation and slowly pressed it against his face.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world seemed to be left with only the two of them, relying on each other.

The young man sat there, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by something, preventing him from uttering a single word.

He was afraid that as long as he opened his mouth, the tears that had been suppressed for so long would burst out like a flood.

So he could only grit his teeth and use all his strength to hold back his tears.

At the same time, he kept swallowing the bitter tears that had already welled up in his throat, praying silently in his heart: I hope that the beloved girl can remember me and wait for the next life to continue their relationship.

On the other side, Xiaodie opened her eyes with difficulty, trying to see the blurry figure in front of her more clearly.

However, for some reason, there was always a thin layer of mist in front of her eyes, making the man's face hazy and unclear.

All I could hear was Xiaodie saying in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible: "My body... I'm afraid it's no longer useful... In my purse... there's a little money I've worked so hard to save over the years... It's not much... but I'll leave it all to you."