It was so thirsty! Zhao Yurou walked under the scorching sun, her whole body was hot, and she was eager to find a stream or a river to drink.

But when she looked up, there were endless mountains and she could not find any place to go. In a vague way, she seemed to hear the jingle of the spring water. She tried her best. After much effort, she finally climbed over the mountains in front of her and rushed to the front of the spring water.

Strangely, the jingle of the spring water disappeared, and it suddenly became dry in front of her. She sat down weakly, and her throat felt like it was getting fire. I couldn't help it anymore. I was about to die of thirst.

A burst of laughter came from not far away. Zhao Yurou turned her head to see that it was Yang Tianfeng, followed by a Japanese woman in a kimono. The two were walking with laughter and talking, and the Japanese woman held Yang Tianfeng's arm intimately. Although they were very close, the two seemed to have not seen themselves at all, and they were just as if no one else was around.

"Tianfeng, I'm thirsty." The Japanese woman stopped and said to Yang Tianfeng with a smile.

"Okay, I'll get you water." Yang Tianfeng touched the Japanese woman's face intimately, and there was a cup in his hand like a magic trick. The spring water appeared under his feet incredibly. He bent down to scoop water.

Zhao Yurou swallowed hard, wanted to drink water, and called Yang Tianfeng. But she suddenly found that the Japanese woman's face became ferocious and terrifying. She pulled out a shiny dagger from her waist, approached Yang Tianfeng, and was about to stab him in the back.

"Tianfeng, be careful!" Zhao Yurou hissed, but found that her throat was so dry that she could not make any sound.

The dagger fell down, and blood splashed out. With one or two blows, Yang Tianfeng threw himself into the spring water, dyed blood red.

Ah! Zhao Yurou's hands and feet were moving, and she suddenly woke up, sweating in a cold end and breathing rapidly, and she couldn't tell the figure standing in front of her.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Yuqing held her sister and looked at her with a strange look.

Zhao Yurou's chest was swaying rapidly. It took her a long time to calm down slightly. Knowing that she had a nightmare, she couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Yuqing, I'm a little thirsty." Zhao Yurou licked her lips and breathed calmly.

"Oh, I'll feed you." Zhao Yuqing agreed, poured a glass of water, and fed her sister with a spoon, with a strange expression.

"Okay, I won't drink anymore." Zhao Yurou turned her head slightly and closed her eyes tired and weakly.

Zhao Yuqing blinked, took out a handkerchief, wiped it on the corner of her sister's mouth, then tilted her head and looked around, opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back.

The door sounded softly, Hao Jiaqi walked in, Zhao Yurou's eyes opened again, and she forced a smile.

"Yuqing, go and take a rest, I'll take care of Xiaorou." Hao Jiaqi stepped forward, reached out to explore the temperature of Zhao Yurou's forehead, and said warmly to Zhao Yuqing.

Seeing that Zhao Yuqing was not moving, Zhao Yurou urged in a low voice: "Yuqing, go and sleep for a while, sister is fine."

Zhao Yuqing nodded hesitantly, turned around and walked out slowly.

Is it thirsty or hungry? Where is it uncomfortable? Hao Jiaqi asked carefully before sitting on the chair beside the bed and said, "The war is over, Yang Tianfeng is on the way back to Yongcheng. Well, Xiao Si has sent someone to greet him. I think he will come without stopping when he gets the news."

Zhao Yurou blinked slowly, smiled bitterly for a while, and said, "It's good to come back, I'm going to die. Will he listen to the advice before his death?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what's the point of death?" Hao Jiaqi hurriedly comforted: "He will have a solution, and there are also medicines for curing this disease. Western hospitals or large pharmacies in big cities should have them. With his connections, he can always get it."

Zhao Yurou knew that this was a word of comfort. She had seen a patient with black fever and knew that the disease was so serious. But facing the comfort and kindness of her good friend, she didn't want to say much, just smiled and nodded.

"Close your eyes and have a rest." Hao Jiaqi pulled the corner of Zhao Yurou and held her hand tightly, "I'm here to accompany you!"

"Thank you, Jiaqi." Zhao Yurou looked at her friend gratefully and slowly closed her eyes.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Zhao Yurou heard the two of them talking softly in a daze and opened her eyes slightly.

Yang Tianfeng, it was him who came back. Zhao Yurou was both happy and a little sad. This may be the last time. I hope he can listen to him and hope he can still remember him in the future.

"Chlorine, sodium hydroxide, hydrogen peroxide, methanol..." Yang Tianfeng said orally about the materials that needed laboratory preparation, and Hao Jiaqi recorded them carefully in this book.

"Thermometer, ph test strips, gas masks, rubber gloves, anti-corrosion work clothes." Yang Tianfeng thought for a while and said, "There are only so many for now. You go find someone to prepare. When you get the materials from the arsenal, we will start work overnight."

Hao Jiaqi nodded vigorously, turned around and left. She knew the subtle relationship between Yang Tianfeng and Zhao Yurou, and was not worried at all. Moreover, saving people is like putting out a fire. She made the medicine overnight, and Zhao Yurou was saved!

Yang Tianfeng breathed a little relieved, turned his head and saw Zhao Yurou opening her eyes, frowned slightly, staring at him. Her eyes were facing each other, and they slowly smiled.

"Hehe." Yang Tianfeng grinned a little embarrassedly and said softly: "I'm awake, that's hungry."

Zhao Yurou smiled and shook her head, unconsciously licking her dry lips.

Yang Tianfeng nodded understandingly, pointed at Zhao Yurou with his fingers, and smiled and said, "I'm thirsty." As he said that, he picked up the teapot on the table, poured a large glass of water, and walked to the bed.

Zhao Yurou was trying hard to sit up, but Yang Tianfeng reached out to hold her neck, helped her sit down, and handed the water cup to Zhao Yurou's mouth.

After taking a few sips, Zhao Yurou seemed to have improved a lot.

"Can you still drink?" Yang Tianfeng stared at Zhao Yurou and asked with concern.

"No more drinks." Zhao Yurou whispered: "Please lean your pillow behind me, okay?"

Yang Tianfeng did as he said, pulled over the chair and sat opposite Zhao Yurou. The room was quiet for the time being, and the two of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"You - injured?" Zhao Yurou, who was sick, was obviously a little slow to react. Only then did she notice that Yang Tianfeng had been hanging on his chest with one hand and the other.

Yang Tianfeng did not deliberately cover it up, but just a habitual movement. He said without caring: "It's okay to have some skin on his arm."

"Even you were injured, this battle must have been very fierce." Zhao Yurou sighed softly, "Just just scratched a little skin? Then do you need to hang it up or use a splint?"

"There is no more tragic in war." Yang Tianfeng smiled faintly and said, "I am relaxed on the battlefield. By the way, I have been promoted, Lieutenant General!" As he said that, he showed off his shoulder card.

"That's what you deserve." Zhao Yurou didn't seem to be happy about it, "But you always have to pay more attention to safety. How many people are relying on you!"

"Well, let's not talk about these things, let's talk about your disease first. Don't worry, I have gathered people and prepared the materials. I will almost create special medicine tomorrow."

"A night? Have you really become a god?" Zhao Yurou smiled reluctantly, not very convinced, and said, "Actually, I am not afraid of death. You don't have to lie to me, comfort me."

"You are not afraid of death, and I can't bear to die!" Yang Tianfeng teased with a smile: "I'm still waiting for the victory of the Anti-Japanese War to officially marry you, my third wife."

When he was so sick, Zhao Yurou knew that the black fever was severe. After hearing Yang Tianfeng's words, she was not angry. She pursed her lips, sighed softly, stared at Yang Tianfeng's face for a while. Her face was covered with dust. It was obvious that Yang Tianfeng was working hard and anxious to travel. She was grateful in her heart, but what she was most worried about was something else.

"You-" Zhao Yurou pondered the words and said slowly: "Who is the Japanese woman who came to find you? Is it your friend when you were studying in Japan?"

Yang Tianfeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "She was Kanatoko Koin. When she was in Tokyo, I had an experience of having a love story with her. Time flies so fast, six or seven years have passed, and she was only sixteen years old at that time."

Zhao Yurou blinked slowly, and was a little surprised by Yang Tianfeng's bluntness. She thought for a while and continued, "It would be great if there was no war. You two can still continue your relationship. But in this situation between China and Japan, it is probably inconvenient for her to come to you at this time, right?"

Yang Tianfeng thought for a moment, stretched out his left hand, held Zhao Yurou's little hand, and said slowly: "I know what you want to say. I let Xiangcai stay and will meet her, that's all. There is nothing to renew her relationship, and it won't change anything because of a Japanese woman. So, don't worry."

"Then why can't we avoid it?" Zhao Yurou was held with her little hand but had no intention of resisting. She frowned and asked, "Maybe she has been trained to be a Japanese spy, just waiting for the opportunity to get close to you. Will it be detrimental to you?"

"I can beat her with one hand." Yang Tianfeng said a little funny, "I have other ideas and purposes. I will pay more attention to safety, so you don't have to worry."

Zhao Yurou looked at it, not very relieved, and reminded him: "Tianfeng, don't be careless, and don't make mistakes into eternal regrets. Think about the people around you, what is the purpose of supporting you and following you? Your every move can affect thousands of people."

Yang Tianfeng nodded repeatedly, stood up and helped Zhao Yurou, and removed the pillow behind her, "Lying down and resting, don't think too much, I won't let you down, let those who follow me down."

Zhao Yurou lay down, but her eyes were still open, looking at Yang Tianfeng.

"Well, I'll ask someone to squeeze some fruit juice and supplement you with vitamin bcdefg." Yang Tianfeng touched Zhao Yurou's thin face and smiled and said, "Lying down, I'll be back in a while."
Chapter completed!