Song Lin closed his eyes and said nothing. The pain and numbness of the poison spread throughout his body. Fatigue and the chill of excessive blood loss overcame him. He leaned weakly against the coffin and fainted.

Shen Xu tore open his sleeve and saw a water jar and basin in the corner of the room, so he drew some water and wiped his wound. However, his wound was deep, and the flesh was flying. The blood kept flowing out, and soon the arm was dyed red again.

Judging from the situation, if the bleeding doesn't stop, this handsome constable will definitely die here.

We have to find a way to stop the bleeding.

She searched the house, but there were no herbs in the charity cemetery. She burned paper money in a basin until it turned to ashes, then took a handful and rubbed it on his arm.

Song Lin was suddenly awakened by the pain. He resisted and tried to withdraw his arm, but when he looked down, he saw the girl who was concentrating on stopping his bleeding.

Although her face was covered in blood and mud, her eyes and eyebrows could not hide her delicateness. Her skin was in good condition, unlike that of a girl from the nearby village.

Her white and tender hands gently grasped her arm, and her pink lips gently blew on the wound. The cool breeze blew across the wound, and ripples appeared in her heart.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Lin realized that he had lost his composure and coughed awkwardly. To hide his embarrassment, he shifted his gaze to the basin where the paper money was burned.

There was only a handful of black paper ash in the basin, and a few unburned paper money.

"Use paper money to stop the bleeding for me!"

Shen Xu frowned slightly. She didn't know why she burned paper money to stop the bleeding, she just thought it would stop the bleeding. She added unconvincedly, "At least the bleeding has stopped, but we still need to find a doctor as soon as possible after we get out."

"Are you sure this won't break my arm?"

Seeing the handsome man's worried look, she couldn't help but comfort him: "Sir Constable, you are a lucky person, nothing will happen to you."

Song Lin gritted his teeth and remained silent, thinking that he was poisoned anyway, and if he didn't stop the bleeding, he didn't know if he could escape. He could only let her bandage his wound.