Protagonist, please die quickly

Just when Ling Han secretly made up his mind, Yan Lenghuang, who had been staring at him fiercely, suddenly tilted to the side and fell to the ground.

The people on the side just glanced indifferently at Yan Lenghuang who fell on the ground, and then turned their eyes away. Some people even moved their seats deliberately, sitting a little farther away from the place where Yan Lenghuang fell.Only one aunt with a colorless scarf wrapped around her head walked up to Yan Lenghuang, reached out and touched his forehead, and then said in a low voice: "This child has a high fever, it's pitiful, and he's still so young." child……"

Before the aunt's words fell, a young man on the side pulled her, "Mother, don't get too close to him, what if he infects you?"

The person next to Yan Lenghuang heard the words and sat further away from him.

"Oh, I just feel sorry for such a young child, but it's a pity that we didn't bring any medicine with us." The aunt sighed, looked at Yan Lenghuang with pity, shook her head and sat back beside the young man.After all, this child has nothing to do with her. Although she feels pity for him, she has no obligation to cure this child.

Ling Han stood up at this moment, and walked towards Yan Lenghuang who was lying on the ground under the indifferent eyes of everyone.

I saw Yan Lenghuang's small body curled up there, his lips were burning red, his small nostrils were breathing rapidly, and his long and narrow eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain.

Ling Han squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched Yan Lenghuang's forehead with the back of his hand, it was really hot!And it seems that he has endured it for a long time, and he has burned to this extent. He still has the perseverance to follow this group of people to this ruined temple, and he has not been able to support it until now.Ling Han couldn't help but praise the protagonist's endurance and willpower from the bottom of his heart.

Ling Han moved his hands away, took one of Yan Lenghuang's hands and placed them on his shoulders, and wrapped his other hand around his back to bring him up.

"Son, what are you going to do?" Seeing Ling Han holding Yan Lenghuang in his arms, the aunt couldn't help asking.

"I think it would be better to put him next to the fire." Ling Han's voice was very clear, but with a light charm, but because his body is still small now, the soundtrack has not unfolded, so listening It is not as memorable as it was later, and it also has a crunchy childish voice.

But when the aunt heard Ling Han's voice, she was stunned for a while, and then she said: "This child is burned like this now, even if you put him next to the fire to warm his body, it is of no use. Now only Boil medicine and feed it to him, it is possible to reduce his fever."

Ling Han frowned when he heard the words, he also knew that it would not work to let the protagonist burn like this, but he didn't know what to do at the moment.

At this moment, "ding ding ding" sounded in his mind.

Ling Han's originally bitter expression suddenly changed, and he carefully placed Yan Lenghuang, who was half leaning on him, next to the fire he had built, and after adding some more firewood to the smaller fire, he immediately put His own consciousness sank into his mind.

Tip: Save the protagonist whose life is in danger, and brave the rain to collect the necessary medicinal materials.

Ling Han pulled out the Baidu map in his mind, and sure enough, he found a few obvious small yellow dots on it, and the words of medicinal materials were marked on the side.

But the distance seems to be not very close to this ruined temple.

Ling Han looked at the sky outside, the sky that was originally gloomy due to the heavy rain now looked a little darker, and it started to rain again.

It seemed that he had to find those medicinal materials and hurry back, otherwise it would be difficult when it got dark.Although he has a Baidu map to guide the way, who knows what will appear at night in this ancient time without any natural destruction.

Ling Han added more firewood to the fire, then stood up, took a deep breath, and ran out towards the door.

"Son, it's getting dark outside, what are you doing out there?" the aunt's voice came from behind Ling Han.

"I'm going to gather herbs, and I'll be back soon." Ling Han replied without turning his head, and rushed into the drizzle.

"What a good boy, I don't know that kid." The aunt's impression of Ling Han suddenly became better, "I hope he can come back before dark, it's not so good to have a child outside after dark. "The aunt looked at the gloomy sky worriedly and said.

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Ling Han didn't dare to delay for a moment and rushed to each marked location, for fear that he would not be able to return to the ruined temple before dark.

On the way back to the ruined temple after picking the last medicinal herb, he tripped over a tree root protruding from the ground and fell hard on the ground, with a large piece of skin worn off his palm.The trousers were also covered with wet mud.

But fortunately, he returned to the ruined temple before dark.

Panting, Ling Han sat on the ground with his buttocks tightly wrapped in the medicinal materials he had collected, and his skinned palms felt burning pain.It was only at this time that Ling Han had time to look at the injury on his hand. A large piece of dead skin rolled up on the scratched palm, exposing the bloodshot subcutaneous tissue underneath.

Ling Han looked at his skinned palm for a long time, then gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to tear off the dead skin that would not come off, and then hissed in pain.

"Son, are you hurt? Don't move, I'll cut it off with scissors for you." The aunt who had a good impression of Ling Han took out the scissors from her package, and carefully cut off the dead skin on Ling Han's palm .

"Thank you, ma'am." When he said this, his stomach suddenly growled, and Ling Han's face turned red immediately.

"Dali, bring one of the biscuits we brought!" The aunt immediately turned her head and shouted at the young people in the crowd.

"Mother!" The young man replied reluctantly, but he was extremely filial and took out a sesame seed cake from the oil-paper bag in his arms and handed it to Ling Han.

"Thank you aunt and brother!" Sure enough, there are still good people in this world!At this moment, Ling Han felt sincere gratitude, quickly wiped his hands, took the biscuit and put it in his arms.

"Hey, good boy." The aunt reached out and touched the top of Ling Han's head, looked at him lovingly for a long time, and then sat back to her original seat with her son.

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Ling Han washed the medicinal materials he picked in the small pool outside the ruined temple, and then he looked at the clean medicinal materials in his hands, and began to struggle again. The medicinal materials were there...but what to use to boil them?

Ling Han thought for a moment, and then silently cast his gaze on the round incense burner with many burnt incense sticks on the altar, the palm-sized round incense burner of two adult men—in order to complete the great task of saving the protagonist, he decided to is you.

The author has something to say: Ling Han: Tongding, in order to complete the great task of saving the protagonist, it is decided to be you.

Xiaozhi: It's up to you, Pikachu!