nucmednet Chapter 239 The Unpredictable Prophet
Chapter 239 The Unpredictable Prophet
"Ranran, get out of the way and let your husband do it." Ren Jingzhi helped Shen Yiran up, then took the wooden stick from Shen Yiran's hand and stretched it towards the gate valve at the bottom of the well.
Ren Jingzhi is indeed a martial artist with a strong body and amazing arm strength. He held the stick firmly, found the position of the gate handle, took a deep breath, and exerted force with both arms.
The gate valve, which was originally quite stiff and hard to move in Shen Yiran's hands, slowly loosened under Ren Jingzhi's powerful rotation. His face was calm, his eyes were focused, and his hands moved in an orderly and powerful manner.
Every time the wooden stick was turned, the gate valve could be opened to a larger angle, which was in stark contrast to Shen Yiran's previous laborious operation.
As Ren Jingzhi continued to turn it with force, the gate valve made a few "click" sounds and was finally completely opened.
A stream of clear spring water gushed out from the connection of the gate valve. The spring water flickered with strange light in the dim bottom of the well, like a bright starry sky falling into the world, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.
Ren Jingzhi looked at the gushing spring water, feeling both relieved and curious. He turned to look at Shen Yiran, his eyes full of questions.
Shen Yiran felt Ren Jingzhi's gaze and understood his doubts.
She was delighted at the appearance of the spiritual spring water, but she also knew that Ren Jingzhi's curiosity and worry about her identity deepened at this moment.
She wondered how she would explain all this to him in the future. But right now, the most important thing was to use the spiritual spring water to help the sick soldiers.
The soldiers standing by opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
A young soldier exclaimed: "Oh, there is really a spring coming out of the ground, and it is so magical, could it be the appearance of the gods?" Other soldiers echoed and talked about it.
"This is really rare. There is actually a water source here."
"Yes, I was wondering why the Crown Prince's wife asked us to dig a well here. It turns out there is such a wonderful thing!"
At this time, an older soldier looked at Shen Yiran and said with admiration: "Princess, you are really a prophet! You actually knew that there is such a magical spring hidden underground. This is great. Maybe this spring water can help those sick brothers recover soon."
Shen Yiran smiled slightly and responded modestly: "I just learned about it by chance. I hope this spring water can really help everyone."
As they were talking, an impatient soldier couldn't help but reach out to catch the gushing spiritual spring water, and then put it into his mouth to taste it.
As soon as he took a sip, he exclaimed: "Oh my god, this water is so delicious, it actually has a sweet taste, and after drinking it, I feel refreshed all over my body, as if I have become more energetic all of a sudden!"
When the other soldiers heard this, they became even more curious and followed suit, reaching out to catch the spiritual spring water, wanting to taste its magical flavor for themselves.
"Wow, it's so sweet. I've never drunk such special water in my life!"
"Yes, this spiritual spring water is definitely not an ordinary thing. Maybe it really has miraculous effects in curing diseases."
Some sick soldiers who drank the spiritual spring water immediately felt that their pains were relieved a lot, and their complexions gradually regained color.
Ren Jingzhi looked at the soldiers' excitement, smiled and said to Shen Yiran: "Ranran, look at this situation, this spiritual spring water is indeed extraordinary, it will surely be of great help to the sick soldiers.
However, we must plan carefully how to use these spiritual springs reasonably so that more people can benefit from them."
Shen Yiran nodded slightly, and said with a firm look: "My husband is right, the amount of spiritual spring water is limited, and it must be distributed carefully.
We will first collect this spring water, and then distribute it to the sick soldiers according to the severity of their illnesses, hoping that with the magical power of this spiritual spring water, we can help them overcome the epidemic as soon as possible."
Shen Yiran said loudly to the soldiers present: "My fellow soldiers, this is what I call a surprise. This spiritual spring water is very useful for treating the epidemic. Everyone, please help to lead this spiritual spring water to the container we have prepared."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers sprang into action, scrambling to find various containers that could hold water, including wooden barrels, jugs, etc., and then carefully collected the spiritual spring water bucket by bucket and jug by jug.
Looking at the buckets and jars gradually filled with spiritual spring water, Shen Yiran's heart was full of hope. She thought that with these spiritual spring water, the sick soldiers would have a greater hope of recovery.
After a busy day, the infected soldiers' condition was under control and gradually improved. Shen Yiran then stopped for a while and had dinner with Ren Jingzhi.
There were a few simple dishes on the table, including a bowl of stir-fried seasonal vegetables that exuded a faint fragrance and looked juicy green.
A plate of pickled vegetables, although inconspicuous, has a unique flavor, and a few coarse grain steamed buns, simple and unpretentious.
Shen Yiran picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and couldn't wait to pick up a bite of food and put it into her mouth. She ate it with great relish, as if this simple meal was the most delicious delicacy in the world. She squinted her eyes slightly, and a satisfied look appeared on her face.
She ate without restraint, wolfing down food as if she had been hungry for a long time. Her mouth was stuffed full, her cheeks were bulging, and she made slight chewing sounds from time to time.
Ren Jingzhi looked at her quietly, feeling distressed. His eyes were full of tenderness and pity. Looking at Shen Yiran's slightly tired face due to being busy, and her disregard for her image while eating, he felt guilty.
He knew that she had given too much for the soldiers, and that the busy day had exhausted her physical strength. Ren Jingzhi gently reached out his hand, smoothed the hair on Shen Yiran's forehead, and said softly: "Eat slowly, don't choke. You've worked hard, don't work so hard again in the future."
Shen Yiran swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head and looked at Ren Jingzhi, with a firm light in his eyes, and said: "As long as we can make the soldiers get better as soon as possible, no matter how hard it is, it is worth it."
After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to eat, as if to draw more strength from this simple food.
At this moment, the left judge came over slowly, bowed and said, "Greetings to the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess."
Ren Jingzhi hurriedly said, "Judge Zuo, there is no need to be so polite in public." Then he reached out and helped him up.
The judge of the Left Court was full of joy. He looked at Shen Yiran and said, "Crown Princess, this spiritual spring water is really magical. After the sick soldiers drank it, their conditions have improved significantly. I admire your foresight. I wonder how you knew there was a spiritual spring here?"
Shen Yiran smiled slightly and said the same thing again: "The Left Court awarded the prize, and I learned about it by chance. Now that the soldiers' condition has improved, it is the result of everyone's concerted efforts." The Left Court nodded, his eyes full of admiration.