Chapter 90 Applying Medicine
She pulled desperately at her wrist, raised her right hand and stabbed the dagger into its neck.
Sensing that the wolf was about to loosen its grip, she mustered all her strength and kicked it again, finally managing to get rid of it through her relentless efforts.
At that moment, a loud crash sounded in the air, and a torrential downpour began.
The raindrops soaked my clothes and made me feel heavy.
The flame of her torch was completely extinguished, and the wolves, no longer in danger, howled and charged forward.
Tao Tao was still putting up a stubborn resistance when suddenly, the wolf to her right rear let out a mournful howl and was kicked away, lying on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.
She turned around in surprise, but the man on the ground had disappeared. His figure flashed in the shadowy rain, and one by one, the wolves fell into pools of blood amidst the pitiful howls of the wolves.
He stood in the raging storm, his large hand hanging down to his right, blood dripping from his fingertips into the puddles.
His face was expressionless, but his dark eyes still held a lingering ferocity and murderous intent.
"Duan Gan!"
She rushed forward nervously to check his expression.
The next moment, he lost his balance, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
She quickly helped him up, leaning him against her shoulder to support his body.
Are you alright?
He shook his head: "Let's go."
Tao Tao helped him walk forward. The torrential rain made the already steep mountain path even more slippery and rugged, and with the darkness, it became even more difficult to walk.
She nearly fell several times, but luckily she managed to regain her balance in time.
The man's weight was almost entirely on the girl's body, and she gritted her teeth and persevered, carefully taking each step.
Where can I find shelter from the rain in this wretched place?
The mortuary at the foot of the mountain was quite a distance away, and she had no idea which direction they were in, so she could only walk aimlessly like a headless fly.
She didn't know how long she had walked, but suddenly she stopped and looked back in confusion.
I think I just passed through a cave, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly, though I could vaguely make out some shadows.
Tao Tao placed him under the tree to sit, and just as she was about to get up and leave, her hand was suddenly grabbed.
She turned to look at him; his face was pale, his eyes half-open as he stared at her. He seemed weak, but the strength in his hand was anything but.
Seeing the raindrops falling on his face, she felt a sudden thought and reached out her left hand to shield him.
"There's a cave ahead. I'll go check it out and come back later."
The sharp light hidden beneath her eyelids seemed to pierce through her, but she didn't notice it at all, glancing around at her surroundings.
Thinking he didn't understand what she was saying, she lowered her head and cupped his face in her hands, her almond-shaped eyes, made even brighter by the rain, meeting his gaze.
He was startled, gazing into her amber eyes, which reflected his image and showed her concern and heartache for him.
"I'll go see if the cave ahead can provide shelter from the rain, I'll be right back to get you."
Then, she pulled his large hand away, turned around, and rushed into the torrential rain without hesitation.
Not long after, a figure rushed out of the rain. Tao Tao returned, bent down and put his hand on her shoulder, helped him up, and staggered forward.
She had just cleared away the weeds inside the cave, allowing the two of them to enter.
She took out a tinderbox from her bag, lit it, and looked around. There was a pile of dry straw in the corner of the ground, which she could use to shelter herself.
So they put him on the straw. He was still bleeding from the back of his head and his shoulder blade, but because his clothes were dark, it was not noticeable.
If the blood on her hands hadn't been warm, she would have thought it was rainwater.
Tao Tao looked around and went over to light the candlestick on the wall.
She only glanced at it when she came in and didn't look closely. Someone must have lived here before, or at least stayed here temporarily.
There were still embers of fire on the ground, candlesticks on the walls, and a bed made of straw. The place was relatively dry and tidy, only covered with a thin layer of dust.
It seems no one has been here for a while.
She gathered the scattered branches, set them up, and lit them with a tinderbox.
Before long, the fire grew larger and crackled loudly. She took off her soaking wet coat, propped it up with tree branches, and placed it aside to dry.
She smoothed the strands of hair that clung to her face and wrung out her wet hair, but accidentally pulled at the wound on her wrist, letting out a hiss in pain.
Duan Gan shook his dizzy head, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, trying to get up.
The noise caught her attention, and she quickly got up and went over.
"Duan Gan, let me apply the medicine for you."
She took the handbag, took out the gauze and medicine and put them aside, then reached out and carefully took off his coat.
"What happened to your hand?"
His face was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were completely bloodless, yet he still had the mind to focus on the wound on her hand.
Only then did she notice that he had many wounds, large and small, and that something seemed to have pierced his right shoulder blade and then forcibly pulled out as he rolled down.
On the contrary, she was completely unharmed, without even a scratch, except for her wrist which had been bitten by the wolf.
"It's alright, your injury is more serious, I'll take care of mine later."
Her voice was soft, yet there was a strange, suppressed emotion within it.
When she saw the raw, bloody flesh exposed on her shoulder, such a severe wound, she couldn't hold back her tears.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Tao Tao looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed, filled with self-blame and apology.
He turned his head away, completely unconcerned about his injuries: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
"Take care of your own injuries first."
He looked at the gruesome wound on her wrist and frowned.
Seeing that he kept staring at the injury on her hand, she quickly bandaged it up and went to check on the injury on his head. Just as she reached out, he dodged her hand.
Duan Gan glanced at the wound on his right shoulder; it was well bandaged.
He took her hand and placed it in front of him, unwrapped the haphazardly bandaged gauze, and carefully sprinkled medicine on the wound. Suddenly, her hand flinched.
He paused, looked up, and saw her pursing her lips as if enduring pain, her voice slightly cold as she spoke.
"I told you to stop making a fuss, but you wouldn't listen. If it hurts, just bear it. Can't you learn your lesson if it doesn't hurt?"
She said somewhat embarrassedly, "It was my fault, I won't do it again next time."
Of course, we'll talk about the next time next time.
The torrential rain outside was still pouring down, as if the sky had a hole in it, and the downpour showed no signs of abating.
She looked down at her bandaged wrist. She hadn't felt it before, but now the pain was really bad. She guessed that she wouldn't be able to move her hand much for a long time.
"By the way, about the injury on your head..."
As she spoke, she fell silent, her gaze falling on his disheveled, slightly damp dark hair and the fair collarbone revealed by his loose clothes.
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