Chapter 8

Here in the wilderness, a woman is dying lying in the grass. She will feel something whatever she thinks.

She has no intention of prying into other people's privacy. She just happens to meet herself. Can't she ignore it?

Qin Yiling stretched out his hand to explore each other's forehead. The cold temperature frightened her to retract her hand in an instant. The temperature is too low!

It's abnormally low.

She looked at the woman's face carefully. Her lips were dry and cracked, and there was a touch of dark purple. Her chest fluctuated slowly, and her face was even more decadent and gloomy.

Qin Yiling's brain suddenly came to a conclusion: I'm afraid the woman doesn't have much time.

It was estimated that she could make some movement, which had consumed all her mind.

Originally, she wanted to open the box and feed her some pills. It's useless to look at it now.

Her pharmaceutical technology is very good, but the medicine she makes is not immortal medicine. It can't bring dying people back to life.

But she opened the bamboo suitcase, took out a military green kettle, poured a lid of water and fed it into the woman's mouth.

Fortunately, women can have independent consciousness and swallow the water.

Seeing that the woman had finished drinking a bottle of water, Qin Yiling asked softly.

"Can you hear me? Do you need my help?"

After Qin Yiling said that, he kept looking at each other. He saw that the other party trembled for several times before he made a weak voice.

"Help me..."

The woman reached out and groped in the ragged cotton padded jacket, took out an old yellow envelope and slowly raised her hand.

Qin Yiling noticed her intention: "do you want to give it to me?"

The woman answered weakly, "can you help me send... Letters..."

Seeing that women spoke so hard, Qin Yiling quickly asked, "do you want me to deliver the letter for you?"

She scanned her eyes. There seemed to be an address on the envelope.

The woman probably guessed that she was out of health, so she had to ask herself to help her send the letter to the recipient.

"Well ~" the corners of the woman's mouth raised slightly, looking reassured, but there was a touch of reluctance and regret in her eyes.

This picture makes Qin Yiling's heart sour. Even if she knows pharmacology and a lot of medical knowledge, she is not a doctor.

"Don't worry, I'll help you deliver this letter to the recipient."

The woman's body is extremely weak. She has been supporting until now. It is estimated that she is also waiting for others. Please entrust this letter to her.

But I think this letter means a lot to her.

Hearing the speech, the woman smiled weakly, and no amount of words had the strength to express it.

How tired!

Finally, I can have a rest.

The woman slowly closed her eyes.

"Hey ~"

Qin Yiling sighed helplessly. In the face of the disappearance of life, no matter how powerful and powerful people are, they are powerless.

Looking at the desolate area around, Qin Yiling sighed again when he looked down at the breathless woman.

Since you help, let's do the good thing to the end.

So Qin Yiling spent half an hour digging a pit, and then cut some withered grass with a Swiss knife and laid it in the pit.

There's no way. I can't find anything else around except withered grass.

Then, Qin Yiling took a little effort to get people into the pit, and spread a thick layer of dead grass on the woman's body as a straw mat.