Fast travel: the 101st be

Lingye regained consciousness a day later.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Cheng Yuan.

At that time, Cheng Yuan was sitting by the fire drying clothes.

Lingye looked at his clean and fresh underwear, then at Cheng Yuan's wet underwear, and Lingye's freshly baked coat in his hand.

Cheng Yuan turned his head, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Wake up so quickly?" Cheng Yuan said.

Lingye didn't answer, on the one hand he didn't know what to say, on the other hand his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.

Cheng Yuan put his clothes on Ling Ye and saw Ling Ye's thirst.

So he got up and went out, and after a while he brought in a bucket of water with leaves.

Ling Ye saw that he was limping, no different from how he looked when his legs were crippled.

"I treated the wound on your vest hastily, but because there is really no other medicine, I'm not sure if it will cause inflammation." Cheng Yuan fed Ling Ye water.

Ling Ye still didn't speak.

"After we fell, we drifted with the current to this place where dogs don't shit. It is estimated that we will not be able to find the way back for a while. Even if we find the way, you can't get up, I can't go far, and we will return in a while. Not going." Cheng Yuan said.

Lingye saw Cheng Yuan's scarred hand, and there were several bloody holes at the base of the fingers, and he didn't know how they got there.

"Why did you jump down?" Lingye asked, but in an interrogative tone.

Cheng Yuan was silent for a while, wondering whether the answer made me jump or my brain was pumped.

In the end, Cheng Yuan just smiled mysteriously, "I said it earlier, I regret what I did to the king, and I don't want to try my best to remedy this, so I hope the king will hate me a little less."

Ling Ye had a look of disbelief.

Cheng Yuan didn't explain much.

"Ten feet doesn't mean you can't kill someone," Lingye said.

It means do you know that if you follow it, you may die.

Of course Cheng Yuan knew.

He almost died.

The information given by Pingping was not accurate at all.

The flowers, plants and trees along the way of Fart reduced the force of the fall, and those branches almost killed him.

Fortunately, Cheng Yuan reacted quickly and twisted his body so that the sharp branch passed through his back instead of piercing his eyes until it penetrated his entire brain.

As a result, he embarrassedly tore through the skin that Lingye carefully changed for him.

It also comes with half a leg folded.

Running water is indeed running water, but the impact force from the water surface is actually not much different from the ground.

Cheng Yuan fainted immediately, and Ling Ye was not much better.

When Cheng Yuan woke up, he found that he had drifted to nowhere with the river.

Ling Ye also disappeared, only saw the dead horse.

Cheng Yuan dragged his legs and searched all over the area. After searching for almost a whole day, he finally found a half-dead mausoleum in a corner.

The almost piercing wound on the back was already swollen, his lips were pale, and even his breathing became much weaker.

Cheng Yuan sighed, and took half his life to pull him out with his hamstring and half-broken leg and move him to this cave.

Cheng Yuan felt that he had never been so tired in his life.

He was panting non-stop and had to find herbs to stop the bleeding first.

Otherwise, it would be useless to lose too much blood and die.

"My life was given by the king, and the king's life is my life." Cheng Yuan said.

Ling Ye only regarded this man as having a glib tongue.

"What happened to your leg?" Lingye asked.

"What else can I do, I'll fall." Cheng Yuan said.

"Your legs seem to be particularly prone to breaking."

"After all, the hamstrings are gone." Cheng Yuan said.

Lingye looked at him.

Cheng Yuan actually intentionally choked people.

Although it wasn't his suffering, but according to memory, Ling Ye's revenge on Cheng Yuan after that was much more harm than Cheng Yuan's harm to him.

Revenge should have been enough.

Cheng Yuan felt sorry for Cheng Yuan.

After finishing all Lingye's clothes, Cheng Yuan started to fiddle with his own clothes.

Lingye was weak and could only lie down, unable to move.

Cheng Yuan helped him up.

He gave him fruit to eat, and even split the horse with a knife from Lingye, and roasted some horse meat, otherwise both of them would starve to death just eating the fruit.

Fortunately, the weather was not too hot, and the horse meat could still be kept outside for a few days, but the big white meat without salt was so unpalatable that a modern person like Cheng Yuan almost vomited several times.

Lingye is still used to it, and he probably suffered a lot when he was on the battlefield.

Cheng Yuan worked alone, and when there was not enough wood, he had to go out to pick it up. When he got it back, he found that the fire had gone out again.

Only then did Lingye know where the blood blisters on his hands came from.

It was drilled out by drilling wood to make fire.

"The meat of this horse won't last long," Lingye said.

"That's why your majesty should hurry up. I'm afraid it's unrealistic for me to drag you out like a cripple," Cheng Yuan said.

Lingye didn't speak again.

Just leaning against the wall, sitting and watching people busy.

The temperature difference between day and night is large.

Cheng Yuan was afraid that people would freeze to death, so he covered Ling Ye with his clothes again.

After all, now it seems that Lingye is more like a useless person than him.

Cheng Yuan huddled next to the fire to keep warm, and could only chat with Pingping out of boredom, but the nonsense people ignored him.

So he asked, "Can you show me the current hatred value?"

"Sir, 100." Ping Ping said.

"..."

Cheng Yuan thought that he might as well smash his head while he was sleeping!

It's best to lose your memory if you smash it, but it's okay to die if you use too much force.

Anyway, no matter how humble he is to please him, it's useless.

He was holding a stone, wondering where to throw it.

Pingping panicked and called several times, sir.

Immediately followed by several words 'absolutely not'.

Cheng Yuan saw that Lingye was sweating profusely on his forehead, his lips were turning white, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

It looks too cold.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"The wound is inflamed and infected, with a low-grade fever." Pingping said.

"You know all of this?" Cheng Yuan felt that this artificial intelligence was really amazing.

"Based on common sense, you touch his forehead."

Cheng Yuan really went to touch the forehead, and the temperature was much lower than that of ordinary people.

"What should I do?" Cheng Yuan said.

"save him."

"How to save?"

"You know medicine." Pingping said.

"Why don't you give me some props and medicine? I need a wet towel to cool down." Cheng Yuan said.

Cheng Yuan doesn't know medical skills, but Cheng Yuan knows the art of Qi and Huang. With the memories Cheng Yuan searched in his mind, Cheng Yuan is quite proficient in the art of Qi and Huang, except for life and death.

The impossible-sounding operation like a full-body transfusion can be done.

As the host, he successfully inherited other people's medical skills.

Cheng Yuan was a little bit emotional, did this buddy know too many things, and these skills were mastered when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, Cheng Yuan thought about his seventeen or eighteen years old, tsk.

Just thinking about it, Cheng Yuan suddenly thought of a way.

Pingping was like a tumor in his brain, and instantly understood what he meant.

"Sir, let's do this." Pingping shouted in surprise.

Cheng Yuan: "..."