Tie Rong's shout was very shrill. Xie Luan felt a "splitting" in her heart. She knew that something had happened. When she raised her eyes, Qi Shen and the others were already leaving quickly.

She also hurriedly followed.

Everyone gathered together, but their expressions were calm. When Yang Lin and others saw their wife coming, they all turned sideways and made way out. Xie Luanyin easily saw the situation in front of them.

The first thing that caught my eye was Qi Shen's back. Even if I squatted, I was straight, like a bow that was stretched to the extreme, and I could no longer bear more strength.

In front of him, Tan Ling was lying on the ground, half of his body was soaked in blood, his eyes were already staring straight, and Tierong, a strong man like an iron tower, was crying like a child at this time.

"You old Tan, I saved you yesterday, not for your life today. Who asked you to save me? Get up to me... I don't want to owe you such a big favor."

"Zhang Yong has already been broken here. All the rest of us have to follow the general back with a good time. If we want to die, we cannot die here."

"We also have to follow the general to kill the Tartars without leaving any armor to avenge the dead brothers."

I don’t know that Tie Rong’s words touched Qi Shen’s nerves. Perhaps it was the sentence that Zhang Yong had already broken here. The rest of the people must go back well. He had already pulled back his mind, and said in a deep voice, “Shut up! Go and get the golden sore medicine and invite the wife.”

"I'm here." Xie Luanyin replied beside him, and then he squatted down beside Qi Shen. At a glance, he knew the reason why Qi Shen asked someone to call her.

Tan Ling lost too much blood, his teeth were tightly clenched, and his consciousness was already dazed. In the atrium, a feather arrow penetrated through his chest, and the feather feather at the tail was stained with blood. At first glance, the injury was extremely dangerous.

But this is not the most deadly thing. His right hand hung weakly on his shoulders, and there were traces of being scratched on his shoulders, as if a barbarian whip hit the flesh, but the wound was thick black and poisonous!

Xie Luan's eyes stormed, and quickly cut open his sleeve to check his injuries. Then, he grabbed his wrist and took his pulse, frowned.

"How is it?" Qi Shen stared at him and her and asked in a deep voice.

Xie Luan hesitated for a moment and then said, "It's hard to say whether the arrow in his chest hurts his heart and lungs, but the injury on this arm is not very good. The weapon that hurts him has been harshed. Not to mention the others, the root liquid of the single desert rose and the red scorpion tail are the kings in the poison. One of the skin will be immersed in the blood. Now his arm can no longer be saved. If he wants to save his life, he has to cut off his arm before the poison spreads to other places."

Xie Luanyin's tone was very calm, but she herself knew how cruel what she said was.

Tan Ling is an archer, and he is proud of his archery skills. Even Xie Luan is still aware of his time with him.

To him, perhaps life is worse than death.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, she was silent everywhere.

Qi Shen looked at her calmly, and she just looked back calmly. If there were other ways, she wanted to try it, but in fact, she had no choice to save her life.

Moreover, this is the premise that the arrow in the chest is not fatal.

"General, the arrow is one inch away." Any of them was better than Xie Luanyin when dealing with these traumas. After Qi Yong and Yang Lin checked the injuries on Tan Ling's chest, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief and reported.

The light in Qi Shen's eyes flashed. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "You hold Lao Tan down."

"General!" As soon as he said this, he had made a choice, and everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

"General, this is not possible! If he cut his right arm, how could Old Tan stand it!" Tie Rong shouted.

The voice was very shrill, and it fell into Tan Ling's already groggy ears, which made him wake up in an instant with a sensation and hurriedly said, "Cut off my right arm? No! General! No! I would rather die than be a useless person."

"Old Tan!" Qi Shen leaned over and reached out to press him back to the ground with excitement. His voice was hoarse but firmly said, "Living is more important than anything else. Think about your family, they are still waiting for you. I took you out, so I should take you safely and safely."

His black eyes were deep, and it seemed that it carried too many things inside. When Tan Ling was stunned, he stood up straight, "What are you still doing? Do you all want to watch him die? Don't you hold him down?"

A roar woke everyone's souls. The men all had red eyes and gritted their teeth, but they finally made movements. They reached out and pressed Tan Ling, who was struggling and twisting, firmly to the ground.

Qi Shen turned his head and looked at Xie Luanyin on the side, and said tiredly, "You have to worry more about what's next."

Cut the right arm and make sure that the toxins do not spread.

Moreover, the arrow on the chest must be pulled out as soon as possible and you must pay attention to stopping the bleeding.

Xie Luan nodded.

Qi Shen then turned his head and went to find the long knife he used to usually use. Tie Rong had a good wine, and the strong burning knife was always indispensable in the wine gourds he carried with him. He rushed through the blade with wine. The sharp sword light on the blade reflected on Qi Shen's eyes and reflected a cold and sharp light.

Tan Ling was very excited. Even though he was pressed to death, he still screamed with his throat. The wound that had already slowly solidified on his chest began to flow again.

And those men who followed him were all comrades in life and death. They fought together from a pile of dead people for many times. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were brothers. Seeing him like this, everyone was unable to bear it and the man's face was full of tears.

Seeing that this was not a solution, Xie Luan simply stepped forward and stabbed Tan Ling's faint hole with anesthetic silver needle. When Tan Ling fainted, she glanced at Qi Shen and turned her head.

But he still saw Qi Shen's hand holding the knife trembling slightly, his veins were exposed, and his knuckles turned white.

She couldn't bear to see what happened next.

Until a moment later, Qi Shen threw away the blood-stained knife in his hand, and his shoulders collapsed as if he was extremely tired. He said to Xie Luanyin in a hoarse voice, "I'll leave it to you" and walked away slowly.

Xie Luan looked back at his back and felt that he had never been depressed before, and his heart felt a little awkward, but she didn't have time to think too much, so she quickly turned around to see what happened to Tan Ling.

When he finally managed to control Tan Ling's poison, when Xie Luanyin walked out of the temporary tent, it was already dark.

She walked around the camp but didn't see Qi Shen. However, Qi Yong pointed her in the direction. She found her and found him on the dune.

Just like that day, when Zhang Yong died, he looked like.

She pondered for a moment, walked over, and looked side by side with him as the red sun slowly sinking down the horizon.

"Don't worry! Tan Ling has survived this disaster. If you keep it for a few more days, you will be cured."
Chapter completed!