Chapter 1657: Chapter 1664 Riverside Small Temple (3)

There are many fish in this river, and in no time, they caught four or five. Some of these fish are the length of chopsticks, while some are a foot long, enough for them to eat.

After catching the fish, he initially intended to clean them up and bring them back, but halfway through, his body couldn’t hold up anymore. He took a few fish and wanted to go back to the temple, but when he stood up, a dizzy spell hit him, and he silently fainted.

Juhua was unaware of the situation outside. After drying her clothes and putting them on, seeing that he hadn’t returned for a long time, she went out to search for him. After searching for a while, she found him under a big tree not far from the small temple.

At this point, Mo Zili had already fallen into a coma. His entire body was stiff, and his lips were purple. If Juhua had arrived a bit later, he might have frozen to death.

Juhua was terrified. She desperately propped him up, dragging and carrying him with all her might, and finally got him back to the temple.

When Mo Zili went out, he was still upright and spirited. Juhua thought he was fine, which is why she let him go out without worry, but didn’t expect this to happen!

The man was near freezing to death; his body was as cold as a block of ice, and after a long struggle, he still didn’t recover.

Juhua was a person of deep emotions and loyalty. He ended up this way because of her, so caught in the urgency, she disregarded any notions of shame or propriety. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and stripped off the man’s clothes, placing them on the offering table to dry. She then took off one of her cotton middle clothes to wipe the moisture off him.

As she wiped his lower body, she noticed the bloody bandage on that injured leg. The bandage was wet, simply tied around his leg. She remembered that not long ago, he’d only wrapped the wound and hadn’t cleaned it, nor checked if it contained mud or sand. The wound was deep, and if not properly treated, it could easily become infected.

Thinking it over, Juhua stood up, picked up a ceramic incense burner from under the statue of Dragon King, and went out of the temple.

She must clean his wound and check if it had any mud or sand inside. Once treated, she would bandage him again. This way, the chance of infection would be greatly reduced. It was her way of repaying him for risking his life to save her!

Outside, she emptied the ashes from the incense burner and washed it at the riverside. This river stretched deep into the mountains and had long strayed from its original path. Juhua looked around; she could see towering mountains on all sides, layers of red and yellow beautifully adorning the peaks. The setting sun hung atop the mountains; the day was sinking in the west, making it even colder in the depths of the mountain.

After cleaning the incense burner, she followed the river flow to find a relatively clean spot, filled the incense burner with water, and carried it back to the temple.

Upon returning, Mo Zili was still unconscious, showing no signs of waking up.

Juhua untied his injured leg, took a deep breath, and swiftly pulled off the man’s underpants as well. His significant parts were covered by the half-dry robe she had dried, and only then did she lean in, furrowing her brows, to closely inspect the wound.

What she saw shocked her!

The man’s leg had a huge wound. Although it was no longer bleeding, the flesh had turned outward, and there were quite a bit of mud and sand stuck inside, looking exceedingly gruesome.

This man, truly foolish! Injured like this and still not hurrying to treat the wound, having the inclination to go out and find something to eat? Is he reckless with his life?

Thinking of this, she poured water from the incense burner onto the wound. The cool water flushed over the injury, washing the mud and sand along his thigh down. Mo Zili’s leg muscles tensed briefly, yet he still didn’t wake up.