Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 128: Mission Change

Wei Wenxi traversed half of Tianqi, but never dared to confront the three major forces of the Jianghu. It was ironic to encounter them in this godforsaken place.

Dongfang Xu’s sharp eyes looked dangerously at the person before him. Since this person had guessed his identity, he could not be allowed to live.

Wei Wenxi tightened his grip on the large knife in his hand and clashed with Dongfang Xu once again. In an instant, sparks flew, and the strong wind stirred up countless fallen leaves.

After more than a dozen rounds, Wei Wenxi gradually couldn’t hold on. A moment of negligence allowed Dongfang Xu to seize the opportunity and slit his throat in an instant.

The remaining bandits were terrified. Their leader was killed, and they had no heart left to fight. They all fled in different directions.

Leng Er squinted slightly. With a gesture, the brothers chased after them. Escaping from his grasp was a dream they wouldn’t realize.

In no time, the bandits were rounded up and killed one by one.

When there wasn’t a single bandit left, and the danger was lifted, the halted task numbers began to change immediately.

From 9784, it slowly started rising. The system hadn’t expected such a good turn of events.

Staring at the numbers closely, 9840 ~ 9855 ~ 9896 ~ 9948

The system excitedly reported to Cheng Xiaoxiao, delighted to see the numbers soaring.

Perhaps they would soon reach the goal of ten thousand.

The system stared intently at the numbers. When it reached 9998, it stopped.

Confused, what happened, why were they short by two?

Logically, it shouldn’t have been short!

Qingshan Village had a total of 228 people, it shouldn’t be short.

"Host, for some reason, we’re short by two people."

"It’s fine to be short!" After all, the task was already complete, Cheng Xiaoxiao’s life was saved, so she didn’t care about having one more or one less reward.

Just then, the Seventh Uncle’s son, carrying his unconscious 4-year-old grandson, pushed through the crowd and came before Doctor Huang, accompanied by the whole of the Seventh Uncle’s family.

The Seventh Uncle was in tears, "Brother Huang, please save my great-grandson, save little Chestnut."

Huang Zhongyi hurriedly stepped forward to examine, lifted the eyelids, checked the heartbeat, and carefully took the pulse—after a series of checks.

Huang Zhongyi shook his head, "Little Chestnut’s breathing is weak, the best time for rescue has already passed. It’s probably been a while since the onset, even if we prepare and boil the medicine now, it’s too late."

Upon hearing these despairing words, Little Chestnut’s mother fainted directly.

Cheng Tianfang slumped, holding his grandson, helpless and sorrowful.

The Seventh Uncle almost lost his balance, this was his family’s only great-grandson, so young, just yesterday, he sat on his lap calling him great-grandfather.

How could he just be gone, when his daughter-in-law’s death nearly broke him, and now seeing his only grandson also about to leave, the blow of an old man burying a young one, coming one after another, who could bear it?

Those damn bandits!

The Seventh Uncle clutched his cane tightly, his withered hand trembling. If not for the second son supporting him, he would have fallen.

Unable to bear it any longer, Cheng Xiaoxiao decided to dig into her own pocket, "77, help me check the price of emergency asthma medication?"

The system quickly searched, "Host, found it, there are two medications, Budesonide Spray and Salbutamol Spray, both are 180 per bottle."

Cheng Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, luckily, they’re not very expensive. Soon, a bottle of Salbutamol Spray appeared in her hand, and she went directly to Cheng Tianfang, aiming it at Little Chestnut’s nose and sprayed several times.

The little one, who was suffocating painfully, seemed to sense a comfortable scent and instinctively took a deep breath.

He gradually recovered, opening his bewildered eyes.

The Seventh Uncle’s family was overjoyed, "It works, Xiao’s medicine works, Little Chestnut is alive."

Seeing this, Huang Zhongyi immediately checked the pulse, finding it much stronger than before.

"There’s no longer any danger to his life."

Earlier, Cheng Xiaoxiao had torn off the label when she got the medicine, and now she handed the bottle directly to Cheng Tianfang, "This is a special medicine for treating asthma; when uncomfortable, just spray a little in front of the nose."

Huang Zhongyi was excited, "Xiao, this medicine?"

He wanted to take it and study it.

Cheng Xiaoxiao gave a helpless expression.

Frustrated, Huang Zhongyi had to give up the thought.

Cheng Tianfang carefully took the small bottle, hands trembling, "Xiao, we’re lucky to have you this time; otherwise, Little Chestnut wouldn’t have made it. Once he’s well, I’ll let him be your apprentice!"

Considering Xiao’s prowess, being able to easily solve the illness Doctor Huang couldn’t treat, regardless of where the medicine came from, as long as Little Chestnut followed Cheng Xiaoxiao, it couldn’t be wrong.

The Seventh Uncle nodded in agreement, "Xiao, do you think..."

Cheng Xiaoxiao quickly interrupted their wishful thinking, "Seventh Uncle, you’re overwhelming me. I only know a little, the medicine was given by someone else, following me won’t help."

The Seventh Uncle looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao with skeptical eyes.

That expression seemed to say, do you think someone as capable as you isn’t better suited for this old man?

Cheng Xiaoxiao, speechless, held her forehead, "Seventh Uncle, I’m telling the truth; if you really want Little Chestnut to have a safe and healthy life without being plagued by disease, why not let him learn medicine himself? Self-reliance is better than depending on others; knowing how to treat one’s own ailment can allow for prevention before the disease occurs, solving it once and for all, and also avoiding sudden situations like today’s."

The Seventh Uncle was thoughtful.

Doctor Huang agreed, "Xiao is right, this ailment is often unnoticed in daily life, but if it strikes and cannot be rescued or medicated in time, it may be fatal due to delayed treatment. If one can treat oneself, the risk is greatly reduced."

Upon hearing the severity in those words, the Seventh Uncle’s family pondered seriously.

Learning medicine is good, but in rural areas, where is the skilled doctor to take a little child as an apprentice?

The whole family looked toward Huang Zhongyi.

Huang Zhongyi’s expression was stern, "Why look at me? I can’t, you all know, when Little Chestnut was first diagnosed, I couldn’t confirm it. Later, you went to the town for consultation, got the prescription."

The family recalled it and indeed, it was the case.

"There will be opportunities in the future, don’t overthink it for now. At least Little Chestnut has emergency medication now, ensuring his life’s safety in any emergencies within a year or two."

The family nodded.

Meanwhile, the system shouted in Cheng Xiaoxiao’s mind, "Host, host, it’s 9999 now, just one more person needed."

Currently, the task countdown showed, 00:08:32

"Eight minutes left; check if there are seriously injured people who could be saved."

Cheng Xiaoxiao wasn’t as anxious as the system. For her, whether the task was 90% or 100% complete made little difference. A reward like a Crystal Fragment, she didn’t know what use it was.

Surveying the surroundings, Leng Er and his team had already dealt with the bandit bodies and were now helping to treat the villagers.

Those with dislocated arms and legs had been helped back, though the process was a bit painful.

The courtyard resounded with cries of agony.