"Shaowan, Shaowan." Gently shaking Lin Shaowan, his face was as pale as paper, and the blood on his chest and back penetrated the clothes on his body, and he was blood-red.

With the last bit of strength, he picked up the unconscious Lin Shaowan and looked around, and there was no store in front of the village, and he seemed to be in the wild. The clothes on the two of them were still wet, and Feng Che decided to find a place to stay first.

After walking with Lin Shaowan on his back, he found a small cave, found some dry leaves and made a simple mat, and Feng Che put Lin Shaowan on the leaves.

He followed the example of the ancients to drill wood to make fire, and finally lit the fire a little after the palm was worn out of the skin, and sighed for the first time that it was not easy to make a fire.

I cut some branches from the outside, made a simple hanger, and put my soaked clothes on it.

"Shaowan, wake up!" Lin Shaowan still didn't seem to have any signs of waking up, and Feng Che was a little at a loss.

There is no more blood oozing out of Lin Shaowan's body, and it seems to be draining clean.

His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he could see through it with a light poke of his fingers, and his body was cold, without a trace of body temperature.

At this time, he didn't care about whether a man or a woman could kiss or not, so he took off his wet clothes.

When he saw the wound on Lin Shaowan's body, Feng Che couldn't help but gasp, the wound spread from the collarbone all the way down, all the way to the bottom of the ribs, the skin and flesh turned out slightly, and the white bones inside were faintly visible.

The heart is so distressed that it is difficult to attach, and it is hard to believe how Lin Shaowan can bear this kind of pain.

This knife should have been borne by himself, but he took this knife for himself. Bowed his head and whimpered uncomfortably." You're too noisy. A weak voice came from overhead.

"Shaowan, great, you're finally awake!" It was hard to hide his excitement, Feng Che looked at him happily.

Finding that he was almost **** up, Lin Shaowan's pale face showed two hints of red.

"You. . . How did you take off my clothes! Biting his lower lip tightly, he really wished there was a hole in the ground at this moment, so he just got into it.

Feng Che hurriedly covered him with his dried clothes.

"You're soaking wet, you're going to get cold if you're still wearing a fitting suit, and you're injured now, if you get inflamed again."

Feng Che didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Just some skin trauma." He said lightly, wrapping himself tightly with the clothes on his body, and looked at Feng Che carefully.

"You go and pick some herbs for me, grind them and put them on the wound."

Lin Shaowan told Feng Che about the appearance characteristics of several herbs.

Feng Che struggled to remember

"Shaowan, why do you know about these herbs?"

There are too many things hidden in Lin Shaowan, he knows martial arts, medicine, and can play the flute...

He didn't answer the question, and when he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested.

Feng Che didn't dare to delay any longer, for fear that if the delay continued, Lin Shaowan's wound would become inflamed.

After dark, Feng Che returned to the cave with the herbs he had picked, and Lin Shaowan had just woken up from sleep.

Feng Che asked Lin Shaowan to identify the medicines she had taken, but she was a little unsure, because it looked like the grasses were all about the same.

"This isn't, this isn't, this isn't..."

After Lin Shaowan finished picking, less than half of Feng Che's medicine was left.

Looking at the remaining herbs with some disappointment, she was just not very sure about a small part of the herbs, but she didn't expect that there were so many wrong.

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