After Xu Feng left, the forest returned to tranquility. Li Zehao sat down on the ground tiredly, reaching out to pull out the half of the sword that had pierced his chest.
"No!" Mengxue quickly stopped her, "No, it's too dangerous!"
After hearing this, Li Zehao turned to look at Mengxue and said lightly:
"You'd better leave now! Otherwise you won't be able to escape when I recover."
Li Zehao's voice was cold, and after he finished speaking, he reached out to pull out the half of the sword.
"No!" Mengxue walked out of the circle and came to him, held his hand stubbornly, stared at him, and said, "I'll come, I know medical skills."
Li Zehao raised his head, looked at this strange woman, and suddenly smiled:
"Miss, don't forget that I came here specifically to rob you. It will do you no good to save me."
Mengxue ignored him, lowered her head and stared at his wound carefully. The wound was not deep, but it would still be dangerous if he pulled it out at will like he just did.
After carefully examining his wounds, she stood up and looked around, reached out to pick some useful herbs on the green grass, put them in her mouth, chewed them, and then applied them around Li Zehao's wounds.
A numb feeling came from the wound, and at that moment, the pain of the wound reduced a lot, and Li Zehao opened his eyes in surprise.
What caught my eye was Mengxue's gentle smile:
"Although the anesthesia effect of these herbs is not very good, it can slightly relieve your pain, but you still have to bear it. I will take off the sword from your chest soon. The pain is inevitable, so bear with it."
Li Zehao remained silent. After she finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.
Mengxue didn't say much, and took out an exquisite dagger from her waist. This dagger was given to her by Baili Hui, saying it was just in case, but it had never been used. Today, it finally came into use.
.
They took some dead branches on the spot and lit a fire aside. Mengxue baked the dagger on it for a while.
Turning around, she stared at Li Zehao's wound again.
In the 21st century, removing the broken sword from his chest would not be a major operation, but it was different now. There were no exquisite medical instruments, let alone magical drugs, and now she didn't even have alcohol for disinfection.
, so extra care must be taken.
Mengxue stared carefully for a moment, carefully analyzing the distribution of arteries and veins around the wound. After sketching the plan in her mind, she said to Li Zehao, who had his eyes slightly closed:
"I'm going to start."
She was still silent in response, and Mengxue didn't care. She raised her hand to press the veins next to the wound, and the dagger accurately and neatly scratched the muscles next to the wound. Then she carefully held the broken sword and applied a gentle force.
The broken sword came out smoothly.
Then he quickly stretched out his hand to press the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. With his other hand, he picked up the cloth he had prepared before and applied it with the herbs on him.
Seeing that the blood had not soaked into the cloth wrapped around the wound, Mengxue knew that the bleeding had stopped and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Night came unknowingly, the moon moved up to the sky, and the insects in the forest became active, playing beautiful pieces of music.
Although it was summer, the mountains and fields would inevitably be a little chilly at night, especially since Li Zehao had just been injured. Mengxue was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she stood up and said softly:
"wait a second."
Li Zehao sat cross-legged, with his eyes closed and his hands on his knees. He was probably doing exercises to heal his injuries. Seeing that he was silent, Mengxue took it as his acquiescence and walked tiptoe towards the forest, because he kept silent.
Because she loves outdoor sports, it is not difficult for her to find some wild fruits and poor firewood under the moonlight.
Not long after, she returned with a full load, put the dry firewood aside, took some tinder and lit it. The dry firewood quickly ignited, the fire danced, and the surrounding area suddenly became much brighter and warmer.
Then, Mengxue ran to the stream, washed the wild fruits, and handed some to Li Zehao.
"I'm not disturbing your healing, right?" Mengxue asked softly when she saw that he didn't pick up the wild fruit.
"Why?" Li Zehao suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her with cold eyes.