Chapter 100: Chapter 43: Treating the Severely Injured

The cold moonlight poured down like a trickling stream, fragmentarily illuminating the deep and silent grass.

The surrounding darkness was as thick as ink, seemingly ready to swallow everything.

Even Shen Ruoxi, who was usually very courageous, shuddered violently with fright at this moment.

Instinctively, she looked down and saw that the person was a man. In the dim moonlight, she couldn’t clearly see his appearance or age.

All she could discern was that he was clad in armor, which was already mottled and soaked with blood, rendering its original color unrecognizable. He lay in the grass in extreme distress.

He should be the one the soldiers from Beichang Country were looking for; he seemed to be a crucial general for Dayi Country.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have said that killing him would be a great achievement.

At this moment, his eyes were tightly shut, and his lips appeared pale as paper in the moonlight, yet his hand clutched her pant leg tightly.

Shen Ruoxi gritted her teeth and tugged hard at her pant leg, trying to break free from this sudden constraint.

However, the pant leg seemed to be tightly gripped by an iron clamp, and no matter how much force she used, she couldn’t budge it even a little.

Moreover, the man was mumbling something inexplicable, as if in a dreamlike state.

She furrowed her brow and listened intently, catching fragmentary phrases like “Am I dreaming?” “I saw you!” and “It’s indeed an illusion,” which were difficult to grasp with their true meaning.

Shen Ruoxi shook her head gently. Relying on her years of medical experience, she preliminarily judged that he was in no immediate danger of dying.

To better understand his injuries, she needed to feel his pulse first.

However, this unconscious person, whose hand held her pant leg, exhibited a strength beyond common imagination, stubbornly unwilling to let go, no matter how much effort she exerted.

“To sustain such heavy injuries and still have this strength?” Shen Ruoxi muttered in a mix of anger and amusement.

With no other choice, she steeled herself and tore off the section of the pant leg gripped by him.

Deprived of support, his arm fell heavily, as if releasing his grip had consumed his last ounce of strength.

Only now could Shen Ruoxi squat down and lightly place her slender fingers on his pulse.

Upon feeling it, her heart skipped a beat, contracting involuntarily.

The severity of his injuries far exceeded her initial expectations.

Based on her past experience, an ordinary person would have long been declared dead and gone to meet King Yama.

Yet, not only did he tenaciously live on, but even in his unconscious state, he still had the strength to grip her pant leg resolutely. His physical resilience was unlike anything she had encountered in her medical career.

Shen Ruoxi slowly lifted her eyes and glanced around.

The area was overgrown with weeds, shadows flickering, and the darkness seemed to harbor unknown dangers, fraught with peril.

Clearly, this was not a safe place to calmly tend to his wounds.

Moreover, just from surface observation, she couldn’t pinpoint the exact location of his severe injuries.

The wounds concealed beneath the armor were the true threats to his life and needed urgent attention.

Without a moment of hesitation, Shen Ruoxi retrieved a Condensing Spirit Pill and quickly placed it in his mouth to protect his nearly exhausted life force.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she realized the best option was to return to the cave.

Supporting the man with her hands, she hoisted him onto her back without delay.

Though danger lurked everywhere, she had no other choice, as leaving required bringing Snow-Stepping along too.

Using the faint, cold moonlight, she performed a light step technique, moving like a swift wind toward the cave’s direction.

Upon reaching the cave’s entrance, the air was still thick with a bloody scent.

Carrying the man inside, she carefully laid him on a bed of grass.

Lighting a fire starter, she set the wood ablaze, with the flickering flames reflecting off her composed and resolute face.

In the flickering firelight, her gaze was focused and urgent, not daring to delay for even a moment.

She swiftly removed his heavy armor, finally able to glimpse his appearance.

His eyebrows were thick, his face covered in a dense beard, and his face was smeared with blood, making him appear quite young.

As she reached to unbutton his underclothes, she suddenly noticed something unusual about his palm, causing her to look closer.

To her surprise, his palm was tightly gripping something like a small box.

Shen Ruoxi shook her head helplessly, thinking to herself, “Does this man have a strong attachment to clutching things? Even when he’s at death’s door, he won’t let go!”

She attempted to pry open his fingers to help safeguard the item, but no matter her efforts, she couldn’t make him release it.

Realizing the urgency of saving him, she decided not to concern herself with the object in his hand.

Quickly, she examined his wounds, and upon seeing them, she gasped sharply.

His body was crisscrossed with innumerable bloody and flesh-torn wounds, a harrowing sight.

The most lethal were on his abdomen, chest, and upper thigh.

Particularly at the root of his thigh, an extremely short arrow shaft was embedded there, a sight that was especially disturbing.

Her hand involuntarily clenched, her heart trembling uncontrollably; she’d never encountered injuries of such severity before, and her heart grew increasingly heavy.

Time was pressing, leaving no room for hesitation. She hurriedly retrieved the hemostatic medicine she carried.

After administering it, she threaded a needle and deftly sewed up the wounds on his chest and abdomen, her hands steady and swift.

The most challenging issue was undoubtedly the arrow wound at the root of his thigh.

The arrow shaft had barbed hooks, presenting a danger that not only risked his life if mishandled but could also permanently rob him of his ability to stand and walk.

Shen Ruoxi had never been so tense before, large beads of sweat densely covered her forehead.

With her left hand gripping the hemostatic bottle tightly, her right hand firmly but steadily grasped the bloodied arrow shaft.

In an abrupt, forceful pull, blood gushed like a fountain.

The man seemed to react to the intense pain, his entire body jerking violently as if striving to open his heavy eyelids.

A guttural, beast-like groan escaped his throat, and he soon slipped back into unconsciousness.

The item he had tightly held finally fell to the ground.

Shen Ruoxi acted decisively and efficiently, swiftly sprinkling the medicinal powder and quickly bandaging the wound.

After completing this, she exhaled a long breath, feeling a wave of exhaustion overcome her.

She hastily wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and after a brief rest, she checked his pulse again.

Her brows knit tightly, her expression filled with worry.

The pulse was weak, irregular, flickering like a candle in the wind.

Shen Ruoxi’s lips were tightly pressed together, her serious demeanor akin to water dripping off her face with tension.

Tonight was destined to be a critical moment.

If he could make it until dawn, he would be out of danger; the riskiest part was if he developed a fever at night, which would be extremely perilous.

During this brief respite, she finally had the leisure to pay attention to the item that had fallen from his hand.

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