Star Martial Soaring Cloud

In that instant, Su Qinhe's mind went blank, with only one thought remaining—Quickly, quickly get the medicine over there!

She slowly transferred the medicine from her mouth into Wang Xiao's mouth.

I could clearly feel the coolness of his lips, feel his faint breath on my face, and feel his chapped lips trembling slightly beneath mine.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, her cheeks were burning, and her ears were turning red, but she dared not be distracted for a moment, focusing intently on guiding the medicine down his throat and into his stomach.

One bite after another.

She administered the medicine in three separate doses.

As the last drop of medicine was poured in, Su Qinhe slowly raised her head and parted her lips from Wang Xiao's.

Her cheeks were flushed red, as if painted with rouge, and even her neck was tinged with a faint pink. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her breathing became rapid.

She didn't dare look at Wang Xiao, only staring at the empty cup in her hand with her head down, her mind a complete mess.

What did I just do?

As the Holy Maiden of Fengyuxuan, she had never even touched a man's hand since childhood, yet... she actually took the initiative to kiss a man?

Although it was to save lives, and although it was out of necessity, ...

Su Qinhe bit her lower lip, feeling her cheeks burning hot.

After taking the medicine, Wang Xiao's breathing gradually stabilized, and a very faint trace of color returned to his face.

Su Qinhe breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her heart immediately jumped again when she saw his body covered in wounds.

Under the lights, Wang Xiao's injuries were even more shocking—far more serious than what she had seen in the rain.

Especially the sword wound on his chest, the skin around the wound has turned a strange bluish-purple, and wisps of cold air can be vaguely seen emanating from the wound. Deep inside the wound, you can even see a faintly beating heart.

Wang Xiao's wounds were deep enough to expose bone, and they were also contaminated with rainwater and mud. If they were not cleaned and bandaged in time, they could easily become infected and create new hidden dangers. Even with the nourishment of the Zhengqi Pill, it would be difficult for him to heal quickly.

Su Qinhe bit her lower lip and reached out to unbutton Wang Xiao's clothes to clean his wounds.

But the moment her delicate hand touched his soaked collar, the warm sensation from her fingertips made her freeze instantly, her whole body stiffening once more.

In all her life, she had never had such close contact with a man, nor had she ever seen a man's body. Now, as she was about to personally undress Wang Xiao, an indescribable feeling of shyness and entanglement welled up in her heart.

How... how can this be done?

"No, no, men and women are different..."

Su Qinhe silently recited the words in her heart, subconsciously withdrawing her hand. Her cheeks flushed even more, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Wang Xiao.

But then I thought, Wang Xiao is seriously injured and unconscious, his life hanging in the balance. What if my shyness and affectation delay the cleaning of his wounds and cause them to worsen?

"What time is it? Why are you still worrying about these things? He's my ally, and more importantly, my savior. How can I just stand by and watch him die?"

Su Qinhe kept telling herself this, and the shyness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by decisiveness.

She took a deep breath, reached out again, her fingertips trembling slightly, but without hesitation, she carefully unbuttoned Wang Xiao's collar and slowly removed his soaked clothes.

As her clothes were removed, Wang Xiao's numerous wounds were completely exposed to the air.

His chest, arms and abdomen were covered with wounds of varying depths, some still oozing blood, others already congealed into black scabs, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

She picked up a clean strip of cloth, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped Wang Xiao's wounds, her movements as gentle as if she were caring for a rare treasure.

She moved very gently, afraid of hurting him, but some wounds were too deep and had to be thoroughly cleaned before medicine could be applied and bandaged.

Every time she cleaned these deep, bone-revealing wounds, her heart ached and her hands trembled slightly, but she gritted her teeth and meticulously treated each wound.

Cleaning, applying medicine, bandaging...

Su Qinhe remained tense, her movements meticulous and precise. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face showed increasing fatigue, yet she dared not slacken in the slightest.

It took Su Qinhe a full half hour to finish treating all the wounds, big and small, on Wang Xiao's body.

By the time the last wound was bandaged, she was covered in sweat, and her hands were stained with blood and medicine.

But looking at Wang Xiao's body, which was properly wrapped in gauze, and at his still pale face but whose breathing had become a little more steady, a very faint smile slowly appeared on her lips.

She let out a soft sigh and slumped down on the edge of the stone bed, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away.

Only now did she belatedly realize that—just now, she had personally removed a man's clothes, personally cleaned his wounds, personally applied medicine and bandaged his wounds, and personally examined his entire body…

Su Qinhe's face flushed bright red instantly, from her cheeks to her neck and then to her ears, turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

She instinctively covered her face, feeling her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Images from just moments ago flashed through her mind—the crisscrossing scars, the warm touch of her trembling fingertips on his skin…

"I...I..."

Su Qinhe murmured incoherently, so ashamed she wished she could disappear into the ground.

But when she peeked at Wang Xiao through her fingers and saw his steady breathing and his no longer furrowed brows, the shyness in her heart was gradually replaced by a warm feeling.

"Get a good night's sleep, you'll feel better soon."

She spoke softly, then took out a thin blanket and gently covered Wang Xiao with it.

Then, she sat cross-legged by the stone bed and stayed by Wang Xiao's side all night without sleeping.

For the next two days, Su Qinhe barely slept.

She stayed by Wang Xiao's side day and night, checking his injuries every half day, wiping his body, changing the bandages, and nourishing his meridians with her vital energy to help him absorb the effects of the Zhengqi Pill more quickly.

The warm light of the glass lamp burned continuously, and the raging storm outside the cave gradually subsided, but Su Qinhe's exhaustion only increased day by day.

His eyes were filled with dark circles, and his face was much paler. His once clear and bright eyes were now bloodshot.

On the morning of the third day, a ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the cave, mingling with the warm light of the glass lamp and illuminating Wang Xiao's face.

Wang Xiao's eyebrows twitched slightly, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, her long eyelashes trembled gently a few times, and her gaze gradually became clearer from its initial confusion.

He blinked, his consciousness gradually returning, and then a surge of excruciating pain washed over him—his entire body felt as if it had been crushed by a boulder, every muscle and every bone screaming in agony.

"I'm alive?"

Wang Xiao muttered to himself, trying to move his fingers, but found himself powerless and even lifting his hand was difficult.