Jiang Cheng held the little girl’s hand, followed by seven night school students, three men and four women.
The muddy path could no longer be called a road, it’s more like a mire.
One foot lifted high up, only to sink deep upon its descent.
No one cared about the mud on their shoes now; everyone was inching forward with uneven steps.
Ten backs of varying heights moved with difficulty.
"Over there! My mom is over there!"
The little girl tugged at Jiang Cheng’s wrist, Jiang Cheng’s voice drifted through the rain.
"Hurry up!"
The short distance, usually just a one or two-minute walk, took them over ten minutes.
They finally arrived.
Behind a low tree lay a woman dressed in black, sideways.
Her long hair mingled with mud, making it hard to discern if she was still breathing.
With a thud, Jiang Cheng knelt on the ground, fingers searching for the woman’s pulse.
"She’s alive!"
"Let me see first!"
Jiang Cheng knew first aid.
In her past life, as a translator beside a top leader, safety education was frequently undertaken.
Jiang Cheng’s hands gently probed the woman’s body.
When she touched the woman’s abdomen, Jiang Cheng’s pupils suddenly dilated.
She lay down, face pressed against the mud, but that no longer mattered.
"She’s pregnant!"
The declaration of her pregnancy left the night school students at a loss over what to do.
"Uh—help—my child!"
"Lan Hua...eight years old...girl...red ribbon."
The pregnant woman was not fully conscious, but still worried about her eldest daughter.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng swiftly pulled the little girl over, placing the mother and daughter’s hands together.
She wiped the water off her face, hands gripping the girl’s arms.
"Talk to your mom, tell her you hurt, you’re scared, ask her not to leave!"
"Keep talking, okay?"
The little girl trembled but nodded continuously.
Her mom had said that whenever she was uncertain, she should listen to those with ideas.
The little girl began to cry.
"Mom—I’m scared!"
"Mom—I hurt!"
...
Jiang Cheng turned to the night school students.
"Sun Jiandong, go find Zhou Lan, she’s a nurse, knows what to prepare, call her here to help with the delivery."
"Zhang Aijuan, Wang Xiaohong, you both go find clean cloth or clothing, and call for more people to help, if you can find anything to shield the rain, even better."
"The rest of us will use our bodies to shield her from the rain as much as possible."
Jiang Cheng arranged everything systematically, benefiting from her high status at night school, everyone immediately sprang into action.
The remaining four students formed a circle, bending their bodies halfway, arms together, striving to shield the pregnant woman from wind and rain.
Jiang Cheng kept an eye on the pregnant woman’s condition, her gaze lifted amid the heavy rain, watching the students struggle.
Their physical strength was nearly exhausted.
Jiang Cheng suddenly shouted, "Comrades...ever had lamb hotpot?"
The rain-shielding students were bewildered by this sudden topic.
Jiang Cheng chuckled, "I’ve never had it either! But I’ve heard it’s really delicious. Quality lamb sliced thinly, dipped in boiling water..."
"Mm...dipped in fragrant sesame sauce...that’s pure bliss...."
Jiang Cheng’s enticing words gradually distracted them from physical strain, the mind’s endurance completely occupied by the "fantasy of lamb hotpot."
They beautifully demonstrated the spirit of conquering desires through imagination.
"Someone’s coming back!"
One of the night school students saw someone stumbling back, shouting loudly.
Jiang Cheng stopped her descriptions at the sight.
She shouted at the top of her voice, "I’ll treat everyone to lamb hotpot! We’ll eat when we get back!"
As she finished screaming, many arrived, not just night school students.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng promptly arranged actions.
"Bring that plank, let’s try getting the pregnant woman on it."
"Rain shelters group together."

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