Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 404 - 396: Can We Stop Pushing Ourselves So Hard?

Even in the advanced medical field of the future, such illnesses leave them helpless. At most, with timely early rescue, amputation might preserve life or extend the time before death, but the irreversible damage can’t be completely cured, as human tissues, cells, bone marrow, and internal organs aren’t regenerative.

Especially in this ancient world with no solutions.

The people here had never faced extreme cold before; they had no cases to refer to. Thanks to Cheng Xiaoxiao’s early warning, they changed their strategy. Otherwise, continuing the rescue efforts would have cost more lives.

After listening to the subordinates’ reports and the physicians’ diagnosis results, Governor Zhao felt a chill down his spine.

He almost made a huge mistake.

Fortunately, Young Master Cheng’s reminder prevented further losses.

Even so, they couldn’t save many people, and those who were saved often had disabilities. If not mentally impaired, they were paralyzed, and the lightest cases required amputation.

Cheng Xiaoxiao spent the entire afternoon helping treat patients.

This group of patients was not very cooperative; many men with frostbitten limbs refused amputation.

In such difficult times, life is already hard for the able-bodied, let alone those with disabilities.

So the scene was chaotic and noisy.

"No, don’t cut off my leg, I beg you. Without it, how will I care for my wife and children? This is condemning my whole family to death. Sob sob!"

The man screamed desperately, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Please, you’re a doctor, surely you must have a way."

The man’s wife pleaded beside him. If her husband lost his leg, she couldn’t imagine how they’d live on.

"Help, help, who can save me? My poor grandson."

"Sob sob, father, I don’t want to die, nor do I want to become crippled. Father, it hurts so much. Am I dying?"

"Doctor, doctor, my hand can’t move, please do something. I’m a scholar, if I can’t write, I might as well die."

"Dalong, Dalong, don’t die, why is there no saving you? Others can be saved, why can’t you? The doctor must have made a mistake. Yes, for sure."

The man lying on the ground opened his mouth weakly, "Xiaohua, just let me go! Cough cough, yes, I’m sorry. In the next life, cough cough, I’ll be your, bull and horse."

"Sob sob! I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want the next life. Get up, get up, you promised to marry me. My parents are gone, you’re my only family now, how can you bear to leave me alone? Sob sob sob..."

As far as the eye could see, there were cries of despair. The sky seemed shrouded in a veil of mourning, as heavy and heart-wrenching as everyone’s mood.

Due to the patients’ lack of cooperation, treatment was extremely difficult and exhausting.

It wasn’t until Zhao Wuling made a grand entrance and spoke a single sentence that the entire place fell silent.

The guards saluted in unison, and the injured citizens dared not speak. Even their sobs were caught in their throats.

"The manpower and grain at the Governor Mansion are limited. If you are unwilling to receive treatment, you may leave on your own."

No one dared to make a scene anymore. In such weather, leaving would mean certain death.

If the Governor Mansion didn’t care for them, there was only death outside.

The people were not foolish. Even if unwilling, they had to accept reality.

But the repressed sobs, the desperation in their eyes, made them even more pitiable.

Having calmed everyone down, Zhao Wuling gave a stern order to the Guard Army maintaining order: anyone causing trouble or refusing arrangements should be expelled.

"Yes!"

He spoke loudly, intentionally letting everyone hear.

Meaning to cherish the present, if they continued to be difficult, they’d be left out to suffer in the harsh winds of the Northwest.

His authoritative and cold gaze swept around, making everyone shiver in their hearts.

In Dayan City, the Prefectural Governor was kind and reasonable. He governed his realm well and was beloved by the people, but the Governor Mansion’s Young Master was cold-blooded and ruthless, far scarier than the Lord Governor.

So the citizens of Dayan City shared a consensus: if they saw the Lord Governor on the street, they could happily greet him. But if they encountered the Young Master, they’d better take another route.

As for the reason, they didn’t want to recall it; the scenes were too bloody and cruel.

Once inside the mansion, with only a few words, they quieted down considerably. A touch here and there, they became as tame as quails.

Zhao Wuling inquired about the situation from the physicians, then turned to Cheng Xiaoxiao.

He greeted her and, seeing she was busy, didn’t disturb her further.

What he wanted to ask was stuck in his throat.

He was indeed surprised, unable to understand her. A girl, skilled in martial arts, with excellent medical skills, saving people without asking for anything in return. He didn’t believe such selfless people existed, so he wanted to have a private talk with her but never found the right opportunity.

The work progressed much more smoothly after Zhao Wuling left.

Cheng Xiaoxiao purchased many anti-inflammatory drugs and special frostbite prevention injections.

Combined with the rescue efforts, otherwise, more people would have died.

She was like a diligent little bee, bustling about constantly.

After bandaging the last little boy who cried himself to sleep, Cheng Xiaoxiao felt her whole body aching and sore. She stood up and stretched for a while to feel more comfortable.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor," the boy’s mother quickly expressed her gratitude.

Cheng Xiaoxiao helped the boy’s mother up; her head was also wrapped in bandages that Cheng Xiaoxiao had just applied.

"You still have an injury on your head, make sure to rest up! No need to thank me. Also, do your best not to leave the house, keep warm. Both of you mustn’t get rained on again, or you may not be this lucky next time."

"Yes, yes, I’ve noted everything the doctor said," she replied.

She wrapped her clothes tighter and wiped her swollen eyes, hugging her child even closer.

It was just her and the child left at home; she couldn’t let anything happen to him.

Seeing the woman’s frightened yet hopeful expression, Cheng Xiaoxiao felt a bit relieved. As long as they had a reason to persist, they wouldn’t remain haunted by the past.

Many people, after losing loved ones, abandoned themselves to despair and refused to emerge from their pain. This wasn’t something that could be soothed with a few words; it needed time to gradually heal.

Sigh! They were all pitiable people.

Exhausted after a day’s work, she was already drained. At night, she returned to the Governor Mansion, had a casual meal, then went straight to bed.

Recently, she’d been running around non-stop, without a good rest.

Whenever she wanted to pause, Qiqi would open the System Mall, showing her System Coin balance, providing motivation once more.

She was thus coaxed into finishing task after task.

"Host, keep going."

"Qiqi, can we not be so intense?"

What she wanted was a laid-back life... but fate was playing a huge joke on her.