An Moxue headed toward the direction from which the nightingale's voice was coming, her steps filled with joy.
Soon, she found a person in a huge tree hollow. The two were still some distance apart, both wary of each other. An Moxue tentatively asked in Lan language, "Fifty-eight?"
The man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's me."
An Moxue said, "Hello, I was sent by the organization to rescue you. I am a hummingbird."
The man said, "Come here! I've been shot in the arm. My leg is injured too."
At this moment, An Moxue also heard a hint of weakness in her voice. Finally, rescue had arrived, and she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
An Moxue approached, glanced at her wound, and said, "Don't worry, I'll take you away from here first, and then we'll figure out how to treat your wound."
Fifty-eight said, "They have hunting dogs; we'd better leave quickly. The gunfire will soon draw everyone here."
An Moxue comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, I just killed a hunting dog. Let's leave now. Can you still walk?"
Fifty-eight smiled apologetically: "Yes, but it will be a bit slow."
"I'll help you," An Moxue said, handing her a piece of chocolate, "Let's replenish our strength first."
After saying that, she slung the submachine gun over her back, put her uninjured arm around her waist, and put her arm around Fifty-Eight's waist as well, saying, "Let's go!"
Then, embracing Fifty-Eight, he channeled his inner energy to its fullest extent, leaving behind a blur.
Wu Ba had thought that the hummingbird would travel slowly with her, but to her surprise, it was faster than before she was injured. She could also tell that this person was an ancient martial artist with profound internal strength, someone she couldn't compare to. Now she was relieved.
She watched helplessly as this man dodged one squad of soldiers, then another, leading her deeper into the forest.
Finally, when An Moxue felt it was safe enough, the two stopped and found a large tree sheltered from the wind. An Moxue put the person down and handed her some beef jerky.
An Moxue said, "Eat something first, and I'll treat your wound first!"
"Thank you." His voice was full of exhaustion.
An Moxue first opened her backpack and took out scissors, disinfectant, wound medicine and gauze.
First, they removed the strips of cloth from her legs. The frozen blood mixed with snow water made the strips stiff, and her pants were also soaked with blood and stiffened.
An Moxue carefully pulled down the pants and examined the wound. The wound was scabbed over and a little red and swollen, but not deep, so it didn't need stitches. An Moxue said, "I'm going to start now. It will hurt a little, but you can bear with it."
"Okay." The voice sounded tired but unconcerned.
An Moxue first used gauze soaked in disinfectant to carefully clean the wound. After cleaning it, she looked up and saw Fifty-Eight vigorously eating beef jerky, as if the wound had nothing to do with her. She teased, "Looks like you get injured all the time, it's become a daily routine for you!"
Fifty-eight replied, "Yes! Hurry up, I'm not in pain."
“Okay.” An Moxue smiled and agreed, quickening her pace.
After treating her leg injury, he took a new pair of sheepskin pants out of his bag, proudly handed them to her, and said, "How about that? Thoughtful, right!"
Wu Ba accepted it, feeling very touched and surprised. She didn't expect that she would also be given cotton-padded trousers. She took off her old trousers and put on the new ones.
"Sit still, we need to treat the gunshot wound on your arm."
As An Moxue spoke, she took out a row of silver needles and said with a smile, "You are the first person I have tried to anesthetize with silver needles. Don't forget to give me feedback on your reaction after the needles are inserted. But don't worry, it will definitely work."
Fifty-eight's lips were taut with tension. What she said sounded so unreliable. She might as well just dig it out!
As An Moxue spoke, she said that the needles she was going to use had been sterilized. She picked up a few needles and stuck them into Wu Ba’s arm. In the blink of an eye, she had inserted all of the dozen or so needles.
Five seconds later, An Moxue asked, "How is it? Is it numb?"
After being reminded by An Moxue, Fifty-Eight moved his arm slightly, nodded lightly, and said, "It's a little numb."
"Hmm." She took out a small bag from her backpack, opened it, and inside was a set of scalpels. She took out one of the scalpels and a pair of forceps and sterilized them.
Afterwards, he asked Fifty-Eight, "Do you still feel your hands?"
Fifty-eight moved her fingers, and just by looking at her fingers, she could feel no sensation in her entire arm. She found it somewhat miraculous and said, "It's completely gone."
"Okay, let's begin." An Moxue said, taking the knife and starting to remove the bullet from her arm, while occasionally using pliers to clamp the gauze to stop the bleeding.
Finally, after changing three pieces of hemostatic gauze, An Moxue removed the bullet, then applied medicine, bandaged the wound, and removed the silver needles.
"It will hurt after the needle is removed. I'll give you a pill to take to stop the pain," An Moxue said, taking out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, pouring out a pill and handing it to her, and then handing her the water bottle.
Fifty-eight took the medicine, swallowed it, and said to An Moxue, "My arm is starting to hurt now. Your silver needles are amazing."
An Moxue said confidently, "Of course, my medicine will also help. Your pain will lessen in half an hour. Do you have any plans?"
Fifty-Eight said, "Go that way. That way we can evade the 17th Division's pursuit. That's where the forest is deeper, and the dangers from nature are greater; there will be more bears and tigers." He pointed northwest.
"It's okay, let's go that way. If it doesn't work out, we'll hunt a bear and eat it. I've never had bear paws before!"
An Moxue spoke lightly, and Wu Ba took it as a joke and didn't take it to heart.
"Let's pack up and continue?" An Moxue quickly packed her things and cleaned up any traces.
The two set off again, and this time they traveled dozens of miles.
The two stopped and found an abandoned cave. Fifty-eight said, "It's been a long time since I've walked this far. My legs feel numb, like they don't belong to me anymore."
"You sit down, I'll tidy up." An Moxue took a bundle of firewood she had collected along the way, gathered the leaves from the cave, placed the wood on top, and lit it.
He got up, took out the two pheasants he had hunted along the way, and began to skin and pluck their feathers.
Then, they removed the entrails, went to the snow outside the cave to clean the pheasant with snow, returned to the cave, rubbed salt and some spices on the pheasant, skewered it on a stick, and handed one of them to Fifty-Eight.
Fifty-eight took it and put it on the fire to roast.
Looking at the blazing flames, she said with emotion, "I thought I was doomed this time. Thank you, hummingbird! You saved me in time."
An Moxue said calmly, "We're all comrades, it's only right. Saving you is my mission, and I have no choice but to do it."
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