The short-sleeved boy's reply broke the silence of the discussion group, delaying it for about ten minutes.

Su Xiaobai looked at this message and quickly responded:

Little Girl: [Don't say these frustrating words, how are you doing now?] 】

I am from the motherland: [I have a lot of blood from the wound, and now I have difficulty breathing, and my body can't use my strength........]

As soon as these words came out, all the team members were alert, and this physiological phenomenon of short-sleeved teenagers was a symptom of excessive blood loss!

This is no joke, if it continues to drag on, until he is unconscious, life and death are uncertain.

Zhao Zilong in Xia Changshan: [@我是祖国人, talk about the location of the wound, it should be able to help you in Xia. 】

[Chest trauma.] I'm a little fainted........]

The group was filled with anxiety, and everyone was racking their brains to think of a way to save them, since they were sure that they had lost too much blood and had suffered a chest injury, they should stop the bleeding first.

Zhao Zilong in Xia Changshan: [Don't panic, when I was looking for someone to fight in the early years, injuries were common. 】

[Take off your pants and tie the wound in a knot first, so that you can use the chest expansion of your breath to help you apply pressure and stop bleeding.] If that's not enough, use your arms again. 】

At the critical moment, Zhao Zilong provided a way to save himself, breaking the freezing point of the discussion group's thoughts, and the helplessness that shrouded everyone's hearts also dissipated.

At this time, the short-sleeved boy had already begun to stop the bleeding, and the others waited quietly for his news, while at the same time, continued to think of ways to get out of danger.

Stopping bleeding by compressing blood vessels does not actually last long, and can even cause limb necrosis if it is too long.

In other words, it is to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, and the ultimate goal is to delay time and get support from others in time.

But now, each member of the team is not in the same dimension, and there is no way to lend a practical hand, and the only ones who can get him out of danger are the local villagers.

Therefore, whether the two can meet in time has become a key factor in the survival of short-sleeved teenagers.

At the moment of crisis for the team members, Su Xiaobai kept recalling the previous details, and at a certain moment, he suddenly had an eyebrow........

"There it is."

He muttered, and quickly asked in the chat area:

Little girl: [Motherland, where are you now?] 】

I'm from the motherland: [I don't know, maybe ........ in the east]

Hearing this, it seemed that his consciousness had begun to lose clarity, and his own direction was not clear.

Little Girl: [When I was walking out of the woods, I came across some villagers with buckets and brooms, and as expected, they were supposed to go to the temple to clean up. 】

[Since you are in the east, you should be able to find the path leading to the temple soon, and if you have time, you can run into them and call for help.] 】

I'm from my homeland: [Okay.] 】

The chat message came to an abrupt end here, and Su Xiaobai came back to his senses from the comment area, and his tense spirit was slightly relieved.

As the leader of Group 123, he has done his best to help the team members, and it is up to him to determine the outcome.

Too much worry will not help.

"Now, let's think about our own promotion first."

Su Xiaobai thought in his heart, and turned his head to look into Han Duangong's house.

The red medicine jar was set upright on the firewood, and behind it, it was Old Man Han sitting on the bench, shaking a fan towards the small fire.

The misty white medicinal qi rose with the wind, twisted into a ribbon, and rushed towards Su Xiaobai.

Take a deep breath and almost send him away........

"Hey, what's the smell, are you sure it's medicine?"

Su Xiaobai showed a painful look on his face, complained, and quickly left the tailwind here, walked a corner, and returned to Old Man Han's body.

"The medicine hasn't been prepared yet, don't worry."

Old man Han lowered his head and reminded, fanning the fan slowly, not seeing a little impatience.

Su Xiaobai pulled a stool, sat down too, watched all this quietly, and asked, "How long is it expected to take?" ”

"What, in a hurry?" Old man Han interrupted.

"Well, no, it's just a little idle and I don't want to wait too long." Su Xiaobai made an excuse to prevaricate and wiped his cold sweat.

Old man Han smiled, turned his head again, stretched out two fingers and explained, "There are about two hours left." ”

Hearing this, Su Xiaobai couldn't help frowning, two hours is four hours, which is a bit of a long time.

Old man Han saw his thoughts on the side, pointed to the broom on the wall, and proposed, "If you really don't want to wait, then go and help the villagers clean the temple." ”

"As for the pay, you won't be disappointed."

He won't be talking about ........ Breath Extraction, right?