1183 injured, I am about to die

The wolves fell one after another, but the remaining wolves were more difficult to deal with. They took advantage of the chaos to eat the corpses of their companions, and the full wolves' claws were more powerful.

There were several bloody scratches on the back of the Ninth Prince from the wolf's claws. Doudou was even worse off, with his face scratched by the wolf's claws.

It is indeed not easy for a wolf pack to survive in the miasma forest. This group of wolves may be the final winners in this area.

While the wolves were eating, Feng Qingchen shot two wolves with his tranquilizer gun. Perhaps the drug was not effective enough, or because these wolves had stayed in the miasma forest for too long and their bodies had mutated, the wolves that were shot with the anesthetic needles did not fall down immediately, but just slowed down a little.

Feng Qingchen's actions seemed to stimulate the wolves. One wolf even gave up eating and pounced towards Feng Qingchen quickly.

Feng Qingchen took out a dagger, drew a line on the distance between the two sides, and prepared to rush forward.

According to the speed and size of the wolf, she would be knocked down by the wolf if she stood here, and after being knocked down, she would be no match for the wolf at all. But at this moment, the Ninth Prince stood in front of Feng Qingchen, and when the wolf pounced on her, he stabbed the wolf's throat with a sword.

With a swish sound, the Ninth Prince drew out his sword and blood spurted out, splashing on Feng Qingchen's face and the back of his hands. The warm and sticky feeling made Feng Qingchen frown unconsciously.

"It will be done soon, just get ready." The Ninth Prince left these words and pounced on the wolves again.

Even though he was injured, the Ninth Prince's moves did not seem messy and were still sharp and fast.

Feng Qingchen knew that he could not help, so he stepped back and prepared himself as the Ninth Prince had said.

The Ninth Prince and Doudou were both injured and needed medical treatment as soon as possible. This group of wolves were able to survive in the miasma forest, so they probably had toxins in their bodies. I don’t know if the Ninth Prince would be poisoned after being bitten. Even if he wasn’t poisoned, he still had to worry about rabies.

Regardless of whether it happens or not, we must be prepared. Feng Qingchen checked again and after making sure that it was temporarily safe here, he activated the smart medical kit and took out the necessary medicines and clothes for three people.

The pieces were scattered all over the floor. Fortunately, Doudou didn't see it, otherwise he would have shouted and asked Feng Qingchen where he got them from.

Ahem, when the Ninth Prince and Doudou finished off the wolves and came over, they saw the clothes and the medicine box, and Doudou started yelling, "What's wrong..."

After just two words, Doudou immediately shut up. It wasn't because he was obedient, but because his face was swollen like a bun, and it hurt when he spoke, so Doudou couldn't speak.

Woo woo woo...Dou Dou pointed at the thing on the ground and gestured non-stop.

Feng Qingchen guessed what Doudou meant but pretended not to understand. He took out a piece of oilcloth from his backpack and threw it on the ground, indicating that the Ninth Prince would come down.

Feng Qingchen first injected the Ninth Prince with a rabies vaccine before starting to clean his wounds. The most serious injury on the Ninth Prince was the bite wound on his shoulder.

Feng Qingchen cut open the Ninth Prince's clothes, revealing a bloody wound. Even though she had seen many external injuries, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but gasp.

The wolf bit so hard that it went straight to the bone.

"Bear with it, it will be fine soon." This was a miasma forest full of dangers. Feng Qingchen did not dare to give the Ninth Uncle anesthesia. Even if he did, it probably would not have any effect.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt." The Ninth Prince didn't even frown. It was indeed as he said, it didn't hurt.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, but the Ninth Prince can bear this little pain. With such a deep wound, as long as the Ninth Prince has not lost his sense of pain, it will definitely hurt.

Feng Qingchen couldn't say any words of comfort. All she could do was clean and bandage the Ninth Prince's wound as quickly as possible.

Doudou stood aside and watched Feng Qingchen take a bunch of yellow and green water and pour it on the wound of the Ninth Prince, and finally cleaned the bloody wound.

Doudou admired her infinitely. When he saw Feng Qingchen taking out a needle and thread that looked like an embroidery needle to sew up the Ninth Prince's wound, his eyes brightened a little.

Although it’s not the first time I’ve seen it, Doudou finds it magical every time I see it.

Puff... Doudou was standing close enough to hear the sound of the needle and thread going through the flesh. Doudou's scalp went numb again. He looked at Feng Qingchen awkwardly, wanting to see what Feng Qingchen's expression was at the moment. But...

When he saw this, Doudou was stunned.

It turns out that Feng Qingchen is so beautiful.

Doudou acted as if he was seeing Feng Qingchen for the first time. He stood up straight unconsciously from his squatting position and stared at Feng Qingchen foolishly, unable to take his eyes off her for a long time.

Feng Qingchen's entire attention was focused on the Ninth Prince. She had no time to care who was looking at her. No matter how intense Doudou's gaze was, Feng Qingchen felt nothing. Her eyes were always focused on the Ninth Prince's wound. She held the needle and thread steadily in both hands, moving them between the two pieces of flesh.

So cool!

So beautiful!

Doudou had a look of obsession, and a strange feeling arose in his heart, as if something was about to emerge from his heart, but at this moment, the Ninth Prince's cold gaze, like a cold blade, shot towards Doudou.

You are so bold that you actually dare to peek at my woman in front of me.

Although the look from the Ninth Prince Uncle could not kill, it could scare Doudou half to death. Doudou was startled and his mind instantly became clear. Facing the Ninth Prince Uncle's terrifying eyes, Doudou instinctively took two steps back.

My God, beauty is precious, but life is more precious. Ouyang Doudou will never risk his life for a beauty.

Ouyang Doudou quickly raised his hands, repeatedly making it clear that he had no other ideas.

Even if he had any ideas, he wouldn't dare to do them after being glared at by the Ninth Prince.

very good.

The Ninth Prince nodded with satisfaction and withdrew his gaze, as if nothing had happened. Only Doudou was left, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Isn’t it so scary?

The look from the Ninth Prince Uncle just now made him feel like he was besieged by hundreds of wolves. He hadn't done anything yet, he was just admiring. If he really did anything, the Ninth Prince Uncle would kill him.

Huhu, cherish life and stay away from Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen had no idea of ​​the eye contact between the Ninth Uncle and Doudou. The Ninth Uncle had many wounds on his body, and Feng Qingchen was concentrating entirely on them, so he had no time to care about these messy things.

Occasionally, when his mind was clear, Feng Qingchen was also thinking about how to give Doudou medicine.

Although Doudou's injuries were not fatal and there were no bloody cuts, his injuries were more serious than those of the Ninth Prince, and it was unknown whether those caterpillars were poisonous or not.

Oh, it's so worrying. Facing two injured people, it's simply impossible for one person to handle it.

Feng Qingchen wished he could grow another pair of hands so he could prepare medicine for Doudou.

Logically, Doudou's injury was serious. After she treated the wound on the Ninth Prince's shoulder, she should have given Doudou a rabies vaccine and a checkup, but...

The doctor is also a human being, and as a human being she has selfish desires. She couldn't just leave the Ninth Prince alone and run to check on Doudou.

So, Doudou, please be patient.

Feng Qingchen felt guilty and secretly anxious, but his hands were not flustered and were still methodical. Every movement was so neat and smooth, without any drag, which made people feel comfortable just watching...