The entrance to the cave looked very close, but when I walked up, it was unexpectedly far away.

The mountain road was rugged, and two vines were placed on Shuang'er's shoulders, and they pulled hard.

Wei Wu on the shelf behind him kept his eyes closed, extremely quiet, quiet as if he was not breathing.

Shuang'er pulled hard, talking, and kept calling Wei Wu's name.

Like this, it can calm her panic at the moment.

The vines had worn out her shoulders, and so had her palms, and blood had fallen down the vines.

But Shuang'er didn't feel the pain, this bit of pain was nothing compared to Wei Wu's.

When the last rays of the setting sun were hidden in the mountains, Shuang'er finally dragged Wei Wu to the cave.

She was so tired that she had to lift her hand.

After a moment's respite, she lowered Wei Wu onto a large, flat rock.

This cave seems to have rested here, and there are straw mats, clay pots, and a cabinet.

Shuang'er was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened the cabinet to take a look, and found that there was flint inside.

Now it was dark outside, and the cave was getting darker.

Shuang'er couldn't see the inside clearly, groped her way forward and took two steps, and when she came in just now, she found that there were two bundles of firewood inside.

She opened the bundle of firewood, took out a piece of rag that she had just touched in the cupboard, and began to make a fire.

The firelight illuminated, and Shuang'er finally saw the inside of the cave.

The cave was not large, and there were some basic necessities, and she guessed that it was a temporary resting place for hunters who sometimes hunted late.

There is also a thin quilt and a mattress in the cabinet. fantasy

But the thin quilt was very trendy, so Shuang'er set up a simple shelf and put the thin quilt by the fire to roast. Then he took the clay pot and the wooden basin, and hurried to the stream to fill it with water.

She looked at Wei Wu's soaked clothes, and she didn't want to give him all the way back.

The wounds on Wei Wu's body had to be bandaged first, and now she couldn't care about the defense of men and women at all.

When he saw the wounds on Wei Wu's body, Shuang'er couldn't help crying.

Along the way, she told herself not to cry, not to cry, it was useless to cry, she wanted to think of ways to save Wei Wu, but when she saw more than a dozen wounds crisscrossing Wei Wu's abdomen and chest, her heart was instantly stopped.

The pain spread, and her hands were shaking.

There are so many wounds, and there is a bloody hole in his chest that has been shot out by arrows oozing blood, doesn't he hurt?

Don't know how to go back and bandage?

She fell off the cliff, and if she didn't die, why did he jump down with it?

Why are you so stupid.

She ripped a strip of cloth from her robe and used it as a towel, cleaning up the blood around Wei Wu.

There are so many wounds, you must take medicine, but in the surrounding wilderness, it is night, where is she going to get medicine for him?

Shuang'er was in a hurry, so he could only hastily clean him up first, and then ran to the fire and touched the cloth that wrapped his chest.

When she was handing the quilt, she took off the bandeau and planned to dry it later and bandage him.

The strip of cloth had already dried, and Shuang'er hurried back to wrap it around him first, and then thought that he would go down the mountain by himself later, to see if he could meet the family and find some medicine.

Otherwise, without drug treatment, Wei Wu would definitely not be able to survive.

Just as she walked back to bandage Wei Wu, a voice suddenly came from the entrance of the cave, very soft, very light, like footsteps.

She couldn't tell if it was the footsteps of a man or a beast, so she had to hold on to Wei Wu's dagger tightly and put it on her chest, looking defensive.