Volcanic Eruption? Take My Ten Thousand Mu Space and Lead the Whole Village to Flee Famine

Her father didn't love her, her mother didn't dote on her, and her sister-in-law bullied her in every possible way. The first thing Nan Zhi did after transmigrating was to get rid of this c...

Chapter 108 The Dishonest Person Gets Injured

Wu Nanshuang immediately bent down and tied up her skirt. The two of them searched through the pile of corpses, checking the breaths of each one.

The dead man was dressed in black armor, like a guard kept in a wealthy household.

"Master, here is one."

Nan Zhi gently walked to where Wu Nan Shuang was. The person on the ground had their eyes closed and were breathing weakly.

But Nanzhi could recognize her at a glance.

"Pei Nanqing".

"Does the master know him?"

Nan Zhi certainly knew him, and they agreed to go back and find the money, but several months have passed and there has been no news.

Her get-rich-quick scheme has come to an end.

Regardless, saving lives is the priority.

"Nan Shuang, search the surrounding area to see if anyone is still alive."

"yes."

"Cherry, check."

Nanzhi deftly took out a bandage and waited for Cherry's test results.

"Master, the wound is on the chest, there are no other injuries, and the internal organs are slightly damaged. He has lost too much blood and has fainted."

Nanzhi pulled off his clothes, revealing a deep, bone-revealing knife wound diagonally across his smooth chest.

She took out some medicine from her spatial storage and thoroughly disinfected the flesh around the knife wound.

"Cherry, I need the stitches to suture the wound."

Three taels of silver.

Nanzhi: "Buy."

Cherry: "Master, I also have some all-purpose anesthetic here, would you like a bottle?"

“No,” Nan Zhi resolutely refused. Because the anesthetic was labeled ‘Three Hundred Taels of Silver’.

First, she doesn't have that much money; second, this guy broke his promise and doesn't deserve her anesthetic.

Each stitch pierced through the flesh, and the unconscious man frowned, not waking up until Nanzhi finished stitching up the wound.

Apply some herbs to the wound, then wrap it with gauze.

Wu Nanshuang searched around but found no one else.

Having no other choice, Nanzhi wove a large straw mat, and the two of them worked together to lift the person onto the mat and carry them down the mountain.