Plagued by bad reviews, but the top actress!-Chapter 186 - : Director Lu, Your Love Rival Has Arrived, Please Sign

Chapter 186 -186: Director Lu, Your Love Rival Has Arrived, Please Sign

Fang Lilin, “…”

Miss, have you considered my feelings in doing this?

“I’ve been shot and escaped here.”

As he spoke, his body twitched once, and then he seemed to convulse in agony.

His face also turned a few shades paler.

“Could you please help me?” Fang Lilin’s voice trembled a bit, as if he was enduring tremendous pain.

“What for?”

“Help me to the hut up ahead.”

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Although this primeval forest hadn’t been developed, he occasionally brought soldiers here to train in wilderness survival skills.

Therefore, every so often, they would build a small hut for resting.

If he remembered correctly, there should be one ahead.

Xia Weibao originally didn’t want to bother with him, after all, she was here to gather herbs, not to play.

But as a doctor’s duty calls, she couldn’t let him die without trying to help.

No choice, occupational hazard.

After thinking it over, she still reached out to help him up.

Anyway, it was dark now, and she couldn’t find the place to gather herbs; it was better to save someone first.

How does the saying go? Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-tiered pagoda.

Maybe by casually saving someone, she’d have fulfilled her good deeds and could ascend to immortality to find her His Majesty.

So she wouldn’t have to float alone in this mysterious world like a rootless duckweed.

Just touching his body, she found him deathly cold.

Casually checking his pulse, it was chaotic and weak, as faint as a thread.

“Are you poisoned?”

Xia Weibao’s face turned serious; there were many toxic creatures in the forest, and she encountered quite a few when she came in.

If it weren’t for her experience, she’d probably be poisoned to death by now.

Without replying, Fang Lilin just collapsed onto the ground.

He fainted.

Boom—

A rumble of thunder came from overhead, and Xia Weibao’s face turned magnificently dark.

Damn it!

Such bad luck!

Sure enough, it wasn’t easy to earn merits for ascension by saving others!

She surveyed the pitch-black primeval forest; thunder boomed, and rain was about to fall.

The forest was a difficult place to navigate in the rain; she was already struggling on her own, let alone carrying a large man.

So, Her Majesty the Empress stylishly turned around to leave.

But after taking a couple of steps, she turned back, picked up Fang Lilin in one swift move, threw him over her shoulder, and trudged forward.

That damned professional obligation!

Oh well, it was just a matter of saving someone.

Even though Fang Lilin was someone she had only met once, he seemed decent enough, with an air of righteousness.

Seeing that the thunder was getting more frequent, she estimated that the rain would start any minute.

Xia Weibao, carrying such a large man on her back and walking through the pitch-black forest, had a tough time.

Occasionally, snakes, insects, rats, ants, poisonous spiders, and whatnot would pop out to greet her, making her even angrier.

After a thought, she shook the man on her back to make sure he was truly unconscious, then lightly tapped the ground with her toes and used her qinggong skills to fly forward.

A white figure appeared, ghostly drifting through the forest.

If anyone had seen it, they probably would have been scared enough to go complain to Lord Yama about ghosts being let loose to scare people.

After flying for a while, she finally saw the small wooden hut Fang Lilin had mentioned.

Xia Weibao’s eyes brightened, and just as she got him inside, a torrential downpour started outside.

The hut was very simple, with only a small bed and no chairs.

On the side was a little wooden table with some basic cooking tools on it.

Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust; it seemed like it had been a long time since anyone had been here.

Truth be told, the moment she saw this little wooden hut, she had a fleeting illusion of having returned to a thousand years ago.