Upon closer inspection, she saw a man in white, stained with blood, lying next to her.
Nanqianyue crawled over and reached out to check the man's breath.
He's still breathing, he's not dead. Could he also be an unlucky actor who accidentally fell down?
But this place is different from the filming location.
"Hey, wake up."
Nan Qianyue shook him, and the warm, moist sensation from his hand made her pause. She withdrew her hand, stared at the blood on her palm, and then brought it to her nose to smell.
This is real blood!
Nan Qianyue was terrified, but she didn't run away. Instead, she straightened the man's body and looked at him carefully.
So handsome, his features are so beautiful.
Such a face would definitely make someone famous in the entertainment industry, but she had seen all the famous actors before, and this person was a complete stranger.
Suppressing her many doubts, Nanqian Yue decided to treat his injuries first; blood was still oozing from his chest.
Fortunately, she had previously taken on a role in a drama with a medical theme, and in order to present a better performance to the audience, she studied for several months in advance.
"Hey, I know you're not going to make it, but don't die yet. I'll go find some medicine to save you."
Nanqianyue didn't care whether he could hear her or not, and quickly got up to look for medicine everywhere.
Heaven finally showed a little kindness; the area is rich in medicinal herbs, and the Southern Migration Month was quickly completed.
She tore open the man's clothes, ripped off pieces of fabric, washed them in the river, cleaned his wounds, and then chewed up some herbs and applied them to the wounds...
After his wounds were treated, it was already getting dark.
Nan Qianyue sighed as she looked at the unconscious man. "You must have accumulated a lot of good karma to have met me. I must have owed you something in my past life. I've worked myself to the bone to heal your injuries, and now I have to find you a safe place. Sigh!"
Because the man's injuries were too severe, Nanqianyue dared not carry him, for fear of tearing open his bandaged wounds.
So she worked herself to the bone to find some sticks and vines, tied them together to make a simple bed frame, dragged the man onto the frame, and then pulled him like an ox...
In the dead of night, the only sound in the cave was the crackling of a fire. The man lying beside the fire slowly opened his eyes.
Before his eyes lay the sleeping face of a stunningly beautiful woman, her head bowed low; he was resting his head on her lap…
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