At this moment, Wu Sicheng was curled up on his side in a cave hidden by weeds. There was only enough room for one person. His face was pale, his back was sticky, and the dark red blood had scabbed over. Because he had lost too much blood, he felt that it was so cold here. His eyes were closed weakly, as if even moving his eyelids would consume his little strength.
He lay quietly on his side, motionless, like a dead fish without body temperature. Only he knew that he was gathering his strength so that he could take out the pill hanging around his neck in one go to save his life.
He didn't know how much time had passed, so long that he thought he was about to die. Then, in the silence, he heard chaotic footsteps, approaching and then receding again, and his heart trembled.
Finally, he raised his right hand, took out a small bottle hanging around his neck, bit off the cap with all his might, and poured the medicine into his mouth.
The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and soon after, he felt a warm current flowing through his entire body, turning deserts into oases wherever he went.
He thought to himself that Mo Xue had saved his life again. If he could get out alive, he would definitely collect some valuable medicinal herbs for her when he returned. He would definitely give her the new red dress he had bought, he would definitely cook the tuna dish he had just learned to make for her, and he would definitely buy her a set of expensive jewelry. If he died one day, would she not forget him when she saw the jewelry? He was now somewhat regretful that he hadn't given her anything decent, something worth keeping and remembering.
As expected of a life-saving medicine, he felt much better now. He was no longer as cold as he had been in an ice room, and he could even open his eyes.
Now, if he can just endure the day and wait for nightfall to recover somewhat, his chances of escaping will be much better. Luckily, a layer of animal dung piled up at the cave entrance masked his scent. I just don't know if Fu Shanyue has escaped to a safe zone yet?
Fu Shanyue, meanwhile, was speeding away in his jeep, cursing Wu Sicheng in his mind as he fled for his life. "That bastard! He's a heartless coward, turning his brother into a villain running away while he pretends to be the good guy. If he were dead, so be it; but if he's alive, I'll settle this score with him. He's playing the good guy, but what about me? Not even human, okay?"
As he thought about it, the burly man, over six feet tall, suddenly burst into tears, which streamed down his face. He muttered to himself, "Wu Sicheng, you old fox, you can't die. If you die now, you'll be all alone."
The jeep drove further and further away from the military research institute. Fu Shanyue felt as if his heart was torn in two. One half told him to go back and save Wu Sicheng, while the other half told him that the two of them had agreed that if anything unexpected happened, the mission would take precedence and everything else would be secondary.
But who can tell him how that despicable Wu Sicheng lured most of the forces to his side? The original plan wasn't like this. How can he do missions with him in the future? How can he face him?
Wu Sicheng held his breath, counting which wave of people had arrived. He couldn't quite remember. Did the military research institute have so much military force?
He felt the light in the cramped cave dimming slightly. He silently encouraged himself, thinking, "It's almost dark. If I can hold on until dark, it will be easier to escape."
Another round of searching passed, and it finally got dark. The effects of the medicine on Wu Sicheng's body had also taken effect. Based on the frequency of the searches throughout the day and the direction of the people coming, he planned his escape route.
After another wave of searches had just passed, Wu Sicheng decisively left the cave, concealing his presence, and then quickly ran in a direction that was clearly different from Fu Shanyue's.
Perhaps his bad luck from the day had passed, because along the way he had skillfully evaded three waves of searchers, which were no different from densely packed or carpet-style searches.
As another group of people approached, he grabbed a vine and swung into the treetop in front of him, unnoticed by those below.
He watched the person walk away, then leaped from one tree to another, a few meters apart. He ran further and further between the trees until his figure disappeared deep into the woods.
Finally, he appeared at the edge of the woods and followed a path down the mountain. Once he was out of the forest, the danger would be halved.
Suddenly, he heard the sounds of searching coming from the distant mountains and forests. This time, he pushed his speed to the limit and ran forward.
He vaguely heard the sound of hunting dogs behind him. He didn't have time to think about anything else and just kept running forward. There should be a main road after a while.
With the main road just ahead and the hounds closing in, he was about to turn onto the side path to go up the mountain again when a jeep appeared on the main road in the distance. He didn't have time to make a choice and ran straight toward the jeep, thinking he could just steal it if necessary.
Suddenly, the jeep stopped abruptly in front of him, and the person inside shouted, "Get in!"
Wu Sicheng opened the car door, jumped in, and the jeep turned around, kicking up a cloud of dust before speeding away. The people behind were cursing angrily; they were so close to catching him.
"Thanks, bro!" Wu Sicheng punched him on the shoulder.
"Sit tight, we're driving!" Fu Shanyue didn't even glance at him, his entire focus was on the road ahead; they were still in danger!
Besides, he's still angry!
Don't pay any attention to him! He needs to realize he was wrong and that this can't happen again.
Besides, he's still alive! It's not a big problem, as long as he doesn't die.
Wu Sicheng got into the car, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, and finally he closed them. Fu Shanyue, who was only focused on driving, didn't notice. He only smelled a strong smell of blood and knew that Wu Sicheng must be injured, and probably not badly.
It wasn't until the car returned to the city that Fu Shanyue relaxed. He turned around and saw that Wu Sicheng was slumped over with his head down, his eyes closed, and he wasn't moving at all. He reached out and nudged him with trembling hands, and called out again, "Wu Sicheng, Captain Wu."
Wu Sicheng didn't react at all. He tentatively checked Wu Sicheng's breath under his nose, and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Wu Sicheng was still alive.
This time, he sped up again, drove to the closest point to Wu Sicheng's house, got out of the car, carried Wu Sicheng on his back, and ran into the house.
Upon entering the room, he first checked Wu Sicheng's injuries and found that his pulse was relatively stable, but he was unconscious, before he began to treat his wounds.
His injuries were mainly concentrated on his back, which was completely stained with blood and had dried and hardened. Fu Shanyue treated Wu Sicheng's back injuries with red eyes.
This injury was caused by the shockwave from the grenade; otherwise, his back wouldn't look like this. He must have suffered internal injuries.
He didn't wake up even when his wounds were being treated; his brows were only slightly furrowed, showing how severe the injury was.
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