Meng Jianhua endured the pain and pretended to be relaxed as he pulled Meng Jiao along, cautiously making their way to the relatively crowded waiting room.
Only after finding a corner seat against the wall did he finally let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
“Dad, your injury…”
Meng Jiao looked at the blood-soaked handkerchief on his arm, her heart filled with anxiety. If it weren’t for protecting her, Meng Jianhua wouldn’t have been injured.
“Really, it’s nothing. Back when I was in the military, I never made a sound with injuries worse than this,” Meng Jianhua said, trying to grin but wincing as it tugged at the bruise on his lip.
Seeing him putting on a brave face, Meng Jiao felt utterly miserable.
She clenched her fists tightly, desperately wishing she had some medicine.
But that dimension was completely empty—where would it come from…
Just as she was thinking this, a slight dizziness suddenly washed over her.
Her vision blurred abruptly, and the noisy sounds of the waiting room instantly vanished!
The next second, Meng Jiao was astonished to find herself standing in a completely unfamiliar place!
It wasn’t large, resembling a small room. The ceiling was gray but emitted a soft light that illuminated the entire dimension.
Most miraculously, beneath her feet was a patch of glossy, dark soil—soft, moist to the touch, and exuding the unique fragrance of earth.
In the corner of the dimension, there was a small pool built from stacked stones.
It was filled with crystal-clear spring water, bubbling with extremely fine bubbles. The air was filled with a refreshing, sweet scent that invigorated the spirit.
Beside the pool, their father-daughter luggage was neatly piled up!
“This… what is this…”
Meng Jiao stood dumbfounded, her heart pounding wildly.
Her gaze immediately fixed on the clear spring water.
This must be the all-powerful spirit spring.
She quickly crouched down and scooped up a handful of the spring water.
The water felt cool and soothing to the touch, exceptionally comfortable.
But how could she bring it out?
The moment this thought crossed her mind, she found herself still holding the water in her cupped hands, but she was back in the noisy waiting room!
And in her hands, she was steadily holding that handful of clear spring water—not a single drop spilled!
Could items from the dimension be freely taken out?
“Jiaojiao? What’s wrong? Why are you spacing out?”
Meng Jianhua, seeing her suddenly freeze in that strange posture of cupping her hands, asked with concern.
Meng Jiao snapped back to reality, suppressing her excitement as she carefully brought her hands to Meng Jianhua’s mouth. “Dad, drink some water quickly! This water… it’s especially sweet! It’ll make the pain go away!”
She couldn’t explain the origin of the spirit spring, so she had to make up an excuse.
Meng Jianhua was indeed thirsty, and seeing his daughter so filial warmed his heart. Without overthinking it, he drank the handful of water from Meng Jiao’s hands.
As the spring water went down, a cool, comfortable sensation instantly spread through his body. The burning pain from his wounds actually lessened considerably.
Even the dizziness from blood loss and fatigue dissipated significantly.
“Hey! Where did you get this water? It really is sweet—I feel much more energized after drinking it!”
Meng Jianhua smacked his lips in surprise, thinking this water was a hundred times better than the plain boiled water in his canteen.
Seeing that the spirit spring was truly effective, Meng Jiao felt greatly reassured!
Seizing the opportunity while Meng Jianhua was resting with his eyes closed, she secretly entered the dimension again. This time, she found an empty aluminum water bottle left from previous drinking and carefully filled it with spiritual spring water.
“Dad, give me your water bottle. Let me refill it for you.”
She took Meng Jianhua’s old water bottle, turned her back, quickly poured out the plain boiled water inside, and replaced it with a full bottle of spiritual spring water.
With this spiritual spring water, Meng Jianhua’s injury would surely heal faster.
Their bus wouldn’t depart for another hour, so Meng Jianhua suggested Meng Jiao lean against him to rest.
Otherwise, he feared both of them would look utterly exhausted by the time they reached Blue Bay Village.
Meng Jiao nodded in agreement but found herself unable to sleep.
Pretending to rest against Meng Jianhua’s shoulder with closed eyes, she instead immersed her consciousness back into the dimension.
This time, she didn’t rush to check the spiritual spring but slowly strolled around, carefully examining this small space.
Previously too excited to notice the details, now with a calm mind, she discovered more wonders.
That patch of glossy black soil held far more mysteries than she had initially observed.