But her gaze became more and more determined and cold with the edge of the blade, she bit her lip tightly, she took a deep breath, and finally stopped hesitating.

With a neat movement, Wan Qichen moved slightly and let him lean against the tree on the side.

Picking up the dagger, he took out his usual gold sore medicine and fire fold from Wan Qichen's arms.

He didn't do it right away, but picked up some dead branches and trees on the side and lit the fire first.

Place the dagger on the flame and roast it until the knife is hot.

Her hands trembled a little unnaturally, and she looked at Wan Qichen who looked peaceful, and her flustered heart stabilized a little.

Taking a deep breath and without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeve high, aimed at the scar on his arm and cut it off with his eyes closed.

Black blood came out violently, with a pungent bloody aura, but Qin Jiu didn't pause at all, and his movements in his hands were extremely fast.

She knew that the more she hesitated, the more painful he became.

Now that he was unconscious, she had to rip off the carrion as soon as possible.

The dagger was repeatedly roasted with fire, and one knife after another, Qin Jiu's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He had no choice but to see that although the wound area was large, he didn't touch the bones, and it wasn't until he saw normal blood coming out that Qin Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she sped up and took care of the wound on his arm in one fell swoop.

After sprinkling the gold sore medicine, he did not bandage it immediately, but flattened his hands and took off his boots and foot socks to treat the injuries on his feet.

The wound was on the left foot, perhaps because it was through the boots, but the wound was not big.

Even so, Qin Jiu could think of how hard he had to work all the way just now, but he refused to tell her even a word.

raised his eyes and looked at him, even if he was unconscious, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, his handsome face was pale, and his eyebrows were tightly frowned.

Qin Jiu endured the pain in his chest, lowered his head, and slashed at his feet with a scorching dagger.

It wasn't until the injuries on his arms and feet were dealt with that Qin Jiu was completely relieved and fell to the ground exhausted.

It's like going through a life-and-death struggle, and all the strength in my body has been exhausted.

looked at Wan Qichen's arms and feet in a daze, such wounds were afraid that he would not grow well on his own.

He is such a perfect person, he should not have such a flaw.

"Jiu'er ......"

The hoarse and deep voice brought Qin Jiu back to her senses from her thoughts, and when she raised her eyes, she saw him looking at her with clear eyes, and the emotions between his eyebrows were quite complicated.

He leaned weakly against the trunk of the tree, his long black hair was a little messy, and the hair on his forehead and temples had already been wet with sweat.

The face is still handsome and delicate, but pale and haggard, like a carved jade that will break if you are not careful.

Weak and distressing, at least Qin Jiu was very distressed.

But the sobriety in his eyes made Qin Jiu feel that he had already woken up.

"When did you wake up?"

This question subconsciously came out of his mouth, and sure enough, Wan Qichen said: "When you just dropped the knife." ”

When you first dropped the knife?

Qin Jiu was even more distressed, she was still thinking about it just now, fortunately he wouldn't feel pain when he passed out in a coma, but he had already woken up.

He just endured it like this, and he didn't even let her realize that he was awake.

Qin Jiu's heart was full of self-blame, "Isn't it painful, why didn't you open your mouth when you woke up?" If I knew, I would be lighter...... Really ......"