Mo Jue felt that his physical strength was gradually overdrawn, and the place where he was shot became more and more painful, and the blood kept flowing out of his shoulder, scattered in the water, staining the surrounding river water red, attracting a few fish to swim over, as if they smelled blood. His consciousness gradually began to blur, but he still clearly realized that he couldn't leave Ling Wanwan here, and he couldn't drag Ling Wanwan to be caught by the pursuers behind. He struggled to shake his hand tightly with Ling Wanwan, and motioned to Ling Wanwan in front of him to swim over by himself first, go to a safe place first, and leave him alone. Ling Wanwan looked at the man in front of him, now Mo Jue's face had become extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and even his lips began to glow with blue.

His eyes began to drift, if it weren't for his more than 20 years of training skills, I am afraid that he would have sunk by now. He was already a little weak holding Ling Wanwan's hand, but he was exerting himself, not trying to hold Ling Wanwan's hand hard, but wanting to break free of her hand and let her run for her life alone. Ling Wanwan felt that her eyes seemed to be wet, but now that she was in the water, how could she feel that there was a warm liquid left from her eyes.

Ling Wanwan shook his head, then grabbed Mo Jue's hand, and swam towards the shore with all the strength of his body. Since they couldn't reach their destination downstream, with the current situation, they could only choose the nearest one, and finding a place to treat Mo Jue's wounds first was the most important. Ling Wanwan floated out of the water, and saw that there seemed to be a dilapidated thatched hut not far away, she hurriedly used all her strength to drag Mo Jue ashore, then took off her coat and threw it into the water, pretending that they were still going down the river. Ling Wanwan let Mo Jue lie on the shore, then she stood up and looked around again, and finally decided to take the risk of going to the grass hut to treat Mo Jue's wounds.

"You can't die, how can I run for my life if you die? If you give up now, I really won't pay attention to you anymore. Ling Wanwan said to Mo Jue, who had fallen into a coma, and used his nursing strength to drag Mo Jue to the room little by little. There was a deep wet scar on the road, which zigzagged into the house in the distance.

The house looked very shabby, very dilapidated, almost only half of the roof was intact, and if it rained at night, half of the rain would have drifted in, and there was nothing in it, only a hard wooden bed. But now is not the time to be picky, Ling Wanwan placed Mo Jue on the bed, and then sat alone on the only small chair and gasped loudly. It had already taken Ling Wanwan more than half of his strength to drag Mo Jue from the water here, and now even if the pursuers arrived, Ling Wanwan would not have the strength to escape anymore, and he also had a serious illness. If there are really pursuers coming up, it is estimated that both of them will be dead.

Ling Wanwan rested for a moment, then stood up to treat Mo Jue's wounds, but luckily she still had a little medical supplies in the bag she was carrying.

She helped Mojue up, then took off his shirt. There were some vertical and horizontal scars all over his body, Ling Wanwan touched these old and new scars with his fingers, which ones were only injured in the last few years? Ling Wanwan looked at Mo Jue's shoulder, and saw that the wound was bleeding, and it looked like the bullet was still embedded in it.

Why did he block that shot for me?" Ling Wanwan was a little distracted, looking at the black wound. She pulled out the medicine box from her bag, thankfully there were tools like tweezers inside.

"It's a little bit of a pain, it might hurt. Ling Wanwan leaned Mo Jue on his shoulder, took out the tweezers, and reached into his wound.

"Hmm. Although he was in a coma, Mo Jue, who still felt the pain, snorted, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead. But fortunately, this bullet is not coated with any poison or anything like that, so Mo Jue's life has no effect, and the most important thing now is to stop his blood loss, if the blood is lost again, he will not die from his injuries, but will also die of shock due to excessive blood loss.

Ling Wanwan fed the tweezers into his wound, caught the bullet, and then pinched it out little by little. The metal bullet was deeply embedded, so it took Ling Wanwan a long time to carefully take out the bullet.

"Ding-dong. The bullet fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Ling Wanwan felt like she had experienced a big battle, her whole body relaxed, in fact, she had very little experience in how to deal with gunshot wounds, and this time it was the first time she practiced it under the guidance of theory, but fortunately, she successfully took out the bullet in Mo Jue's body in the end. Then Ling Wanwan sprinkled a little anti-inflammatory medicine on his wound and wrapped it tightly with a bandage. After dealing with all this, Ling Wanwan let Mo Jue lean back on the bed to rest.

She wiped the sweat from her head, and wiped the cold sweat off Mo Jue's body with a clean cloth. However, due to excessive blood loss, Mo Jue began to develop a low-grade fever.

Ling Wanwan pushed the door open, intending to go outside to find out if there was anything that could be used to light the fire, surrounded by all dilapidated wooden houses, as if this was originally a village, or a gathering place, but for some reason, the people here have been evacuated, leaving only some houses in disrepair. Ling Wanwan searched in this village, except for a few unknown wild animals, Ling Wanwan found no other figures. She picked up some branches and sticks of wood on the way, and found an old-fashioned lighter left in her room. When she returned to the dilapidated wooden house, Mojue was trembling and trembling on the bed, and she hurriedly used a lighter and some hay as something to start a fire, and used those branches to start a fire. She hugged the shivering Murphy and brought him closer to the fire. I don't know if it was the temperature of the fire or Ling Wanwan's embrace, Mo Jue gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep again.

Ling Wanwan looked at the man holding him, his eyebrows and eyes were still as delicate as before, and there was not even any change on his face. He was asleep now, lying in Ling Wanwan's arms like a sleeping child.

Ling Wanwan comforted Mo Jue, and when he was completely submerged in the water again, she secretly pushed open the door and went out. They hadn't eaten for ten hours now, and if Mo Jue wasn't able to get enough nourishment, his wounds wouldn't heal quickly. But what kind of food can be found in this situation?

Ling Wanwan wandered around the village at a loss, trying to see if there were any fish that had slipped through the net and could be used. As she walked, she saw an abandoned orchard, and her eyes lit up, and the trees hung with apples that looked a little green but still edible. Ling Wanwan hurriedly entered the orchard, she used to climb trees to dig birds' nests and pick fruits when she was in the orphanage, but now it is not difficult for her. She dragged her shirt and knotted it into a small bag, and she put the fruit she had picked into it, ready to take it back to Mojue.

Suddenly, there was an animal cry under the tree, and she looked to the ground in amazement, and it turned out that it was the unknown animal that had just called at her.

Ling Wanwan looked at the animal carefully, the animal was fluffy, a pair of small eyes were rolling around, but its claws were short and thick, and it couldn't climb the tree, so it couldn't eat the fruit of the tree, looking at its size and teeth, it should be an omnivore, and the threat to Ling Wanwan was relatively small.

"You want to eat?" Ling Wanwan said, pointing to the apple on the tree, to the animal.

The animal seemed to be able to understand Ling Wanwan's words, and its mouth whined.

Ling Wanwan picked a few apples from the tree and threw them down. The animal's eyes lit up when he saw the apple fall to the ground, and he quickly crawled over to pick it up and began to nibble on it. Ling Wanwan didn't see anyone else here, and now a living animal suddenly appeared, and he also liked to eat apples. For a while, the pressure that had accumulated from the beginning of the flight was suddenly released, and she laughed as she ate and laughed. The animal looked at her curiously, and then suddenly sped out of the orchard, as if to look for something.

Ling Wanwan steadied himself, and then Ling Wanwan chose a few sweeter-looking apples, put them in the bag, and climbed down the tree to prepare to go back.

"Squeak, squeak. The animal suddenly appeared next to Ling Wanwan's legs, holding a fat-looking fish in its mouth. It circled around Ling Wanwan a few times, asking Ling Wanwan for credit as if flattering.

Ling Wanwan squatted down, touched the animal's head, and then took the fish in its mouth in his hand. She took another apple out of the bag and gave it to the animal. The animal saw the apple and squeaked excitedly.

"Well, I'm leaving. Ling Wanwan touched its head again, and then walked towards the cabin.

But the animal followed Ling Wanwan all the way to the cabin, brought a few more fish, and looked at Ling Wanwan with flattery.

Ling Wanwan checked Mo Jue's temperature, and felt that his temperature had returned to normal a little, she fed Mo Jue a few more sips of water, and then prepared to simply dispose of those fish and make them grilled fish to eat.

"Little thing, are you going to follow us all the time?" Ling Wanwan looked at the furry animal squatting at the door, "Then I'll give you a name." You see you look so dark, or I'll call you Xiao Hei. Ling Wanwan glanced back at Mo Jue, who was lying on the bed, and suddenly laughed.

The little animal seemed to understand Ling Wanwan's words, and approached Ling Wanwan little by little, lying at her feet, rubbing against Ling Wanwan.

Ling Wanwan grilled the fish, gave a little to Xiao Hei, and helped Mo Jue to force him to eat it, which was the end.

She lay on the edge of the bed, feeling very tired, and then gradually fell into a deep sleep.

When Mo Jue woke up, he felt that his whole body was sore and weak, he regained consciousness little by little, accepted the light, and then saw Ling Wanwan lying on the side of the bed, the makeup on her face had long been washed away by the water, but now she was like a sleeping angel, and her side face made Mo Jue's heart beat. He looked at his injured place, which had been dealt with by Ling Wanwan, and he tried to move his shoulder, although there was still some pain, but it should be a big problem that it was gone. He saw that Ling Wanwan's hands were covered with blood, and knew what had happened to Ling Wanwan during the time he had been unconscious. He looked at Ling Wanwan distressedly, trying to struggle to get up.

Ling Wanwan felt something move, and then woke up vaguely. It turned out that Mo Jue woke up and really wanted to stand up straight.

"Don't move. The wound will crack later. Ling Wanwan said to Mo Jue.

"Hmm. Mo Jue looked at Ling Wanwan and responded gently.

"I took care of your wounds, so there shouldn't be any major problems. However, it may be a few weeks before it is fully recovered. Are you thirsty, hungry or not?" Ling Wanwan asked him with concern, and then handed the apple to Mo Jue.

Mo Jue took the apple and took a bite, feeling the sweet and sour juice spread out in his mouth.