Jiang Feifei stabilized her mind, pushed Jiang Fengfeng behind her, looked up and asked, "Did you also escape to the mountain?"

There is no response from the other side.

Jiang Feifei waited patiently for a while and asked again.

There was still no response from the other side.

Her eyes were completely adapted to the dim environment in the room, and Jiang Feifei found that the person was not sitting or standing, but lying down in front of the wooden door, as if he had fainted.

But even in the dark, you can see that the tall figure of the person should be a man, Jiang Feifei didn't dare to act rashly.

A quiet and cold breath flowed in the room, Jiang Fengfeng's face was tightly pressed against his sister's back, and his right hand couldn't help but move.

Jiang Feifei couldn't help but move her right leg that was sitting numbly, her eyes staring at the man opposite, and she didn't dare to move lightly for a moment.

And as time passed, Jiang Feifei also smelled the strong smell of blood in the air.

The man must have been injured.

Jiang Feifei shouted twice, and when she was sure that the person had fainted, she picked up the iron rod in her hand and got off the kang lightly.

"Sister!" Jiang Feng Feng reached out to arrest someone.

"Don't move." Jiang Feifei pushed the man back into the corner and gently moved to the man's side.

As soon as she stood still, she saw those cold and bright eyes again, and Jiang Feifei was frightened and immediately ran back.

He muttered a few more words, but the other side did not respond.

After grinding on the kang for a while, Jiang Feifei gritted her teeth and went down again, if nothing else, the rabbit was going to run away.

It was also the man who fell in a good position, just blocking the wooden door, and the rabbit she had just thrown out hit the door and bounced back, and now the rabbit was running around on the ground, trying to find a hole to get out.

If you want to pounce, you will pounce early, it makes no difference if you die early or later, Jiang Feifei mustered up the courage to go down and catch the rabbit.

The rabbit hit twice in succession, his head was confused, as if he had drunk wine, scurrying around in any direction, and there was a man lying on the opposite side who didn't know whether it was good or bad, Jiang Feifei played extraordinarily, and pinched the rabbit's ears in a few clicks.

Carrying the rabbit, Jiang Feifei thought about it and rubbed it again, this time she didn't see those cold and bright eyes again, she was bold and strong, and squatted down three steps away from the man.

And the first thing I saw when I squatted down was the man's dazzling big bald head, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be two rows of ring scars on it?

Is this a monk?

Jiang Feifei's heart was put some more, although the monk Daogu is often blackened into a villain in TV series and novels, but in her subconscious, monks are still natural moral models, and it cannot be said that everyone has the ideological realm of the Buddha cutting meat and feeding the eagle, but the basic good thoughts are still there, after all, monks are also high-paying professions now, and regular temples recruit monks to be interviewed by written examinations, and ordinary people can't get in.

For the time being, he was a monk, and after seeing the monk's big bald head, Jiang Feifei turned to the dark monk's robe on his body at second glance.

Jiang Feifei shook her hand and touched it.

It's blood! One hand was sticky, the hand pinching the rabbit's ears was loose and tight, and after hesitating for a while, Jiang Feifei suddenly stood up, ran over and turned over the wooden basket in the corner to buckle the rabbit, and ran back to push the wooden door open.

As soon as the door opened, with the faint moonlight sprinkled from the sky, Jiang Feifei could clearly see the blood stains on the monk's robe from his chest to his waist and abdomen.

I also saw the monk's face clearly.

Like the eyes she saw at first, they were angular, cold and hard, and the deep shadows cast along the bridge of the tall nose directly split the monk's stiff and resolute face in half.

While rummaging through the burden to find medicine, I thought in my heart: In these years, being a monk has to fight for appearance.

When she took the medicine and ripped the man's shirt open, looking at the thick pectoral muscles and the obvious contoured abdominal muscles that extended from the chest, Jiang Feifei's face couldn't help but heat up.

Then, without waiting for her to go deep into her brain in private, her eyes were torn by the hideous crack that cut from her left chest to her right abdomen.

Jiang Feifei couldn't help but gasp, and the flesh and blood that turned red from the wound were so quietly spread on the man's light wheat-colored skin, still slowly oozing blood.

Moreover, the incision of the wound is neat, and it is basically ruled out that it is a carnivore injury.

It should have been scratched by someone with a sharp weapon.

A monk, how did he come into conflict with others, and he made such an injury to himself, trapped in the mountains for almost two months, Jiang Feifei has been completely isolated from the outside world, and she is in the mountains, she doesn't know how crazy it will be outside.

Jiang Feifei is an ordinary girl who grew up in a normal environment, under the education of universal morality, her kindness is almost instinctive, not to mention that this monk has no grudges and no grudges against her, she can't watch him die under her nose.

And the injured living and the dead who are not angry, although they can't move, but the difference between the two is definitely a world of difference for Jiang Feifei, she doesn't want to wait for that person to die, she has to drag the dead body ⊙_ ⊙, so it's good that this person is still alive.

She said she was trying to save people, but she only had anti-inflammatory drugs and antipyretics in her hand, and Ao also had a pack of external hemostatic patches. This salvation shows that the point is that a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

Dragged a few times to Yuyao's house to worship Yu's father's blessing, although not very professional, but the basic common sense of bandaging the wound is still there, knowing that the wound should be disinfected with warm salt water before treatment, boiling some hot water, pouring the little iodized salt left in pain, and wiping the man's wound with a clean towel that has been washed and dried.

They don't have a store in front of the village or behind the village, and they don't know how this person came here, and they can run so far with such a serious injury, and they can support it.

Wiped the blood around the wound clean, Jiang Feifei used a hemostatic patch from the man's chest to his waist like a tape, and then fed two more anti-inflammatory drugs.

I stood up and thought about it, and just in case, I ran to the car outside the house, cut off the co-pilot's seat belt, and raised the man's hand above his head to tie it up.

Originally, I wanted to put the person in the trunk of his off-road vehicle, but the person was too heavy, and Jiang Feifei only dragged the person away from the door with the strength of breastfeeding.

Saving people is definitely physical work, and after working so busy for a while, the stomach that was ignored by Jiang Feifei frantically opened the gong, venting her strong dissatisfaction.

And Jiang Feifei also encountered the second problem tonight - how to deal with the rabbit.

Jiang Feifei, who has taken the lady's route since childhood, pinched the ears of the gray rabbit with one hand and measured it with a knife in the other, seriously considering where to go under the knife in order to kill the rabbit painlessly.

Recalling that in the past, the proprietress who killed chickens in the vegetable market was aimed at the neck, and this rabbit was no different from a chicken... Let's do it!

Looking at the fat rabbit with smooth fur, Jiang Feifei: You should sacrifice yourself to contribute to others, and if you are ruthless, the knife in your right hand will be cut.

Unlike the imaginary blood splash, the only thing that responded to her was the frantic struggle of the fur rabbit with the fur in her hand.