Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 349 Peasant Girl (2)

Ruan Ruan got up from the ground, "My rabbit!"

She just remembered the rabbit that had run away. No matter how much she wanted to chase it, she didn't know where to chase it, so she could only let it run away.

She stamped her feet angrily. Only in front of the unconscious person did she have the courage to curse in a low voice, "It's all your fault!"

She almost regretted coming here to check on the situation. She shouldn't have come here if she had known better, and just went home.

But what if he dies?
Although his behavior just now was excessive, he later apologized to her. It is understandable that he would be wary of people approaching him after being so seriously injured...

Seeing the blood all over his body, she still felt soft. She squatted next to him and stretched out her hand to touch him. "Say yes, I'm here to save you!" She tapped his shoulder and helped him when he didn't respond. he.

But he was too heavy and completely unconscious. It was still too difficult for her to lift a big man up from the ground with her own strength.In the end, we could only half-drag and half-pull the person down the mountain, and the backpack was put back on his back.

Ruan Ruan took the people back to the village with difficulty. The place where she lived was a bit remote. It was not adjacent to the houses of other villagers, but it was very close to the mountain.

There was grass on the mountain as a buffer between him and the soil, but in the village there were gravel roads and yellow mud roads, which could easily cause secondary damage to the injured area.She went home and pushed the cart over, then put people on the cart and pushed it back home.Both of them were covered in blood, and she was disposing of them as if they were corpses. Fortunately, she didn't meet anyone else on the road.

By the time she brought him back to the house, she was already sweating. Ruan Ruan let him lie on the ground. His bloody hair was messed up by her dragging movements, and there were still some leaves and small gravel on it. on top.

The blood on his body has stopped flowing, and the blood stains on his clothes have almost dried up. There are only some faint dark red marks where the cart and the ground were dragged.

"... so tired."

Ruan Ruan wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting heavily, walked to the table, poured a bowl of water, drank it in one breath, sat on the wooden bench for a while before resting, and went to heat hot water.

A copper basin full of warm water was brought in. Ruan Ruan knelt down next to him and used scissors to cut open his tattered blood-stained clothes. The cloth that was not even dry was used to wipe the blood on his body again and again, being careful to avoid it. When it came to the lower body, she only cut off the wound to the top of the thigh, and almost all of the legs of his obscene trousers were cut off. She poured several basins of blood on him before wiping it clean.

After cleaning up, he went to get the herbs, crushed them and applied them on his body, and then wrapped them with a bandage. His movements were not professional, and he was even a little hasty.

After dressing the wounds on his body, she could only take care of his head.

He changed a basin of water to wipe the blood and dust on his face, revealing his fair complexion.She didn't even bother to look at the wounds on his body just now. Moreover, his body was covered with wounds cut by sharp knives, and the flesh and blood tissue were exposed. She didn't dare to look at them, so she didn't notice that he was so white.

After seeing his face clearly, Ruan Ruan's movements on his hands paused, with surprise in his eyes.

His complexion was fragile and pale, his facial features were all exquisite, his nose bones were high, his eyebrows were as clear and as immortal, and his contours were smooth and profound. However, there was a red tear mole under his eyes, which added some evil aura.

But when he just opened his eyes, there was only terrifying murderous intent.

Thinking of this, Ruan Ruan put down the cloth. Although he couldn't stand his hair, he still didn't do anything like washing the patient's hair. When the wet hair dried, his condition might get worse.

In the end, I just used a comb to comb the dirt out of his hair, wiped it with a dry cloth several times, and then moved him to bed.

(End of this chapter)