Everyone came up one by one.
Luo Yang and Little Eighth looked at the corpses on the ground and panicked.
It was their first time seeing such a scene!
Naturally, they were a little afraid.
Little Eighth shrank back and said, "Brother, there are so many dead people!"
He was terrified!
Luo Yang mustered up his courage and patted him. "Don't be afraid. They're just dead people. They won't eat you."
"Oh!"
The two leaned against each other.
Ji Yunshu held onto the railing and stood. She had yet to catch her breath.
The paleness on her face had yet to fade.
In addition, her clothes were wet, and she felt cold and bone-chilling.
At this moment, the boat was sinking, and the cabin was completely submerged.
Wen Che was relieved when he saw that King Jing An's body was safe and sound.
Yi Weian pointed at Luo Yang not far away and said, "It's all thanks to this kid."
Hm?
Wen Che looked at Luo Yang.
Did he help her?
Several days later, he said, "Young Master, he helped protect Second Young Master. Otherwise, Second Young Master would have …"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Wen Che didn't expect that he would be so petty!
He had arranged for people to punish Luo Yang, but now he was the one who saved his brother and King Jing An's body.
It was a slap to his face!
Naturally, he would remember this kindness!
However, he didn't have time to repay his kindness. He hurriedly left the boat.
He looked at the boatman who had also escaped from the cabin below and asked, "Is there a raft on the boat?"
The boatman said with a bitter expression, "There was one before, but it was taken away for this trip. Moreover, we are in the middle of the river. Even if there is a raft, it's useless! The current is too fast, and we'll die if we go down … What should we do? "
Wen Che calmed down and locked his gaze on the opposite boat.
Although both boats were damaged when they collided, the other boat didn't suffer much damage.
Moreover, it wasn't tilted and was stuck together.
He quickly ordered, "Everyone retreat to the other boat and see if it can still sail. If it can't, then see if there are any rafts there. We have to try no matter what!"
"Yes!"
Everyone listened and quickly retreated to the other boat.
Ji Yunshu, who was drenched, crossed her arms and prepared to return to her cabin.
Luo Yang grabbed her, "Where are you going? This boat is about to sink. "
"I'm going to get that painting!"
"You're still thinking about painting at a time like this? Are you tired of living?"
"You go first."
"No!" Luo Yang refused to let go. He knew that Ji Yunshu was stubborn, and he couldn't bear to see her shivering from the cold. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go get it for you. You and Little Eight quickly board that ship."
"You …"
Without waiting for Ji Yunshu's reply, Luo Yang ran towards her cabin.
"Brother!" Little Eight shouted loudly.
Left with no choice, Ji Yunshu and Little Eight retreated to the opposite ship and waited.
Wen Che wanted to treat Wen Yu's wound.
Yi Weian had to quickly take care of King Jing An's body.
Everyone was in a state of panic. No one cared about Luoyang.
However —
Due to the shift in the center of gravity of the crew and the continuous sinking of the ship, the two ships gradually separated.
The distance between the ships widened!
Little Ba leaned against the fence, extremely worried. "Miss Ji, why hasn't my brother come out yet?"
Ji Yunshu wanted to give up on the painting, but she didn't expect Luo Yang to rush in.
Seeing that the distance between the ships was getting wider and wider, she felt her heart clench.
Right at this moment —
Luo Yang finally limped out of the cabin with the painting in his hand.
"Brother, hurry!" Little Eight waved at him.
Luo Yang jumped up and managed to board the ship at the last moment.
It was a close shave!
Luo Yang panted as he held onto the fence. He passed the painting to Ji Yunshu. "Here! Your painting isn't damaged or wet. Don't worry. "
Not only did he take the painting, but he also took a cloak.
He passed it to Ji Yunshu along with the painting.
He said, "Your clothes are all wet. Quickly put it on. If you catch a cold, no one will be able to treat you." "Thank you."
Ji Yunshu's heart was filled with gratitude. Her eyes reddened. "Thank you."
"Brother, come up quickly. Don't lie on the outside." Little Eight pulled him.
Luo Yang flipped over from behind the fence. Because he was too tired and his strength was exhausted, he collapsed on the deck.
He was gasping for air.
Little Eight said, "Brother, you scared me to death. I thought I would never see you again."
He sobbed.
Wiping his tears.
However, Luo Yang threw his head back and laughed. "Little Eight, do you know what we call this?"
"What?"
"It's called surviving a disaster! One who survives a disaster is bound to have good fortune later on! "
… …
Although the ship had also been damaged, it was still usable.
The boatman sped up, planning to dock at the pier of Qiao Shi Town.
There was no doctor on the ship, but there was a medicine box on board.
Wen Che knew that Ji Yunshu was knowledgeable in medicine, so he told her to look for her in a few days.
At this time, Ji Yunshu was wearing a cloak. Her body was much warmer. She was resting in an inconspicuous spot on the ship with Luo Yang and Little Eight.
A few days later, he found her with a pleading tone, "Miss Ji, please help me."
"What's wrong?"
"My second young master is injured. You know how to treat him. Go and take a look."
Although she didn't know much about medicine, she could at least help.
Moreover, she couldn't leave him in the lurch!
She nodded in agreement.
Wen Yu was already injured. Now that he had a new injury, his condition worsened.
His arm had lost too much blood and was soaked in water. The wound was infected and had turned purple. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
His breathing was weak.
Ji Yunshu wasn't a doctor, so she could only treat superficial wounds.
She was distressed by the current situation.
Wen Che couldn't circulate his qi and blood due to his illness. He pressed his chest in pain and said, "Miss Ji, I didn't want to trouble you, but Ah Yu is in such a state. I can only ask for your help. What do you think we should do now?"
"I've never treated this kind of condition before!"
"But you're the only one who can help."
She took a deep breath and ordered someone to bring a pair of scissors. She quickly cut off Wen Yu's blood-soaked sleeve.
The wound was extremely purple, and the flesh that had been stabbed had already wrinkled up. The bone could be vaguely seen.
If she couldn't treat it, one of his arms would be crippled.
She only had one try left. "Do you have any silver needles?"
"Yes!" He quickly brought over a medicine box. "I found this on the ship. There are silver needles inside."
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