Chapter 197 Trapped in the Deep Mountains

Holding Nangong Shuiyue in his arms, he walked on this towering mountain road, surrounded by dense forests, with thick dead leaves and branches under his feet. Han Feng stepped on it as if he had stepped on a spring**.

What is this place?

Han Feng looked up and found that it was a continuous mountain. Looking around, these peaks towered into the clouds, as if they could not see the edges. Han Feng was shocked and wanted to walk back to the place just now, but he found that he had lost his way and didn't know where the original road was.

Looking at Nangong Shuiyue who fainted in her arms, her face was pale and her eyebrows frowned, as if she was suffering great pain.

Han Feng found a slightly clean place, put down Nangong Shuiyue, then turned her over, and carefully slid down the blood-stained clothes on her right shoulder.

Han Feng took a breath of cold air, and a piece of meat on Nangong Shuiyue's shoulder sank down, and a bloody wound appeared in front of Han Feng.

Maybe Han Feng touched her wound when he slipped off her shoulder just now. Nangong Shuiyue's body moved, and her eyebrows on her face frowned even more.

Han Feng quickly took out some of the medicine he had just taken from the car from his pocket. These drugs were put on the car by Zhao Tianqi. Originally, Han Feng did not pay attention to it. It was not until Nangong Shuiyue was shot just now that Han Feng remembered when he decided to make an accident, so Han Feng took all the drugs down.

Han Feng first took out a bottle of potion, opened the lid, and then slowly poured the potion on Nangong Shuiyue's injured shoulder.

As soon as the potion touched the wound of Nangong Shuiyue, there was thick foam. Nangong Shuiyue exhaled in pain, and her shoulders twisted subconsciously.

Han Feng pressed her shoulder hard to prevent her from moving.

"Aa! It hurts! It hurts!"

Seeing Nangong Shuiyue wake up with a painful expression on his face, Han Feng quickly said to her, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm helping you clean up the wound. Don't move around and be careful that the wound gets worse.

Sure enough, Nangong Shuiyue no longer moved. She gritted her teeth and insisted. Her originally charming face became pitiful at this moment, which made Han Feng unbearable to see it.

Han Feng rolled up the sleeves on his arm, revealing his white arm, stretched out to Nangong Shuiyue, and said to him, "Bite my arm."

Nangong Shuiyue couldn't speak because of the pain. After listening to Han Feng's words, he opened his eyes and looked at Han Feng, but did not follow his words.

Han Feng stretched out his arm and said to her in a commanding tone, "Bite!"

Seeing that Nangong Shuiyue still did not do it, Han Feng opened his mouth and explained, "You have been shot in the shoulder. I will help you remove the bullet on your shoulder later, otherwise it will be easy to get infected."

After listening to Han Feng's words, Nangong Shuiyue finally opened her mouth and bit Han Feng's arm, but she did not bite hard. Han Feng only felt a trace of warmth on his arm, and there was no pain in his arm.

Then he saw Han Feng holding the potion on Xu Mei's shoulder with another hand. Gradually, there were bursts of pain in Han Feng's arm. He knew that Nangong Shuiyue endured more pain than his arm at this time. At least the current pain was within Han Feng's tolerance.

After cleaning the wound on her shoulder, Han Feng said to Nangong Shuiyue, "Hang, I'm going to help you get the bullet out."

At this time, Nangong Shuiyue's face had already sweating because of pain. After listening to Han Feng's words, his teeth bit his arm harder.

Han Feng only felt a burst of pain in his hand, and he could only hold back. He took out a tweezer from his pocket, then put the tweezers into an alcohol bottle, and then moved it to Nangong Shuiyue's shoulder.

There was a dull cry of pain from the woods.

"Dip it out!" Han Feng's surprised voice came to Nangong Shuiyue's ears, and she bit Han Feng's arm and began to let go.

At this moment, she was covered in sweat, her little mouth gasped, her chest was constantly fluctuating, and there was no color on her face.

Han Feng did not dare to neglect at all. He endured the pain in his arm, took out a medicine bottle, sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound on her shoulder, then took off his coat, tore out a cloth, and then bandaged Nangong Shuiyue's injured shoulder.

Nangong Shuiyue was extremely tired at this time. When Han Feng helped her bandage the wound, she fainted again.

I don't know how long it took. Nangong Shuiyue slowly opened her eyes, but found that it was dark around, and only a pile of firewood was burning.

Then she heard a familiar voice, "You're awake!" There was still an echo in the voice.

"Where is this? Have we returned to Pengcheng? Nangong Shuiyue subconsciously asked.

"This is a cave." Han Feng smiled and said, "I can't leave today. I can only spend the night here."

Nangong Shuiyue wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved, there was a heartbreaking pain on her shoulder, which made her cry.

Han Feng quickly held her and said to her, "Don't move around. Be careful of the wound breaking."

Nangong Shuiyue lay back very obediently, staring at Han Feng with a pair of big eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Han Feng asked gently.

Nangong Shuiyue's eyes never left Han Feng's face. She nodded to show that she was hungry.

Han Feng smiled at her and turned around and didn't know what he had taken. When he turned around, he had a round fruit in his hand.

"Guava?!" Nangong Shuiyue looked at the fruit in Han Feng's hand and couldn't help screaming.

"That's right, guava, come on, I've cleaned it. Eat it quickly." Han Feng said and handed the guava to Nangong Shuiyue.

Nangong Shuiyue was not polite. She stretched out her uninjured hand and took the guava and ate it.

Soon, a guava was eaten into the stomach by Nangong Shuiyue. Because of the supplement of sugar, Nangong Shuiyue's face gradually improved. Under the light of the fire, her slightly red and beautiful face was extremely attractive.

At this time, Nangong Shuiyue felt that there were some dry leaves under her body, and there were some dead branches on the leaves. These dead branches were obviously washed with water and then dried with fire. Therefore, there were no insects or ants on these branches and leaves, and it felt very comfortable to lie on them.

"You made this?" Nangong Shuiyue looked at Han Feng and asked, with unspeakable feelings in his eyes.

Han Feng, who was adding firewood, did not see Nangong Shuiyue's expression just now. After listening to her words, he nodded casually.

"Thank you! Han Feng." Nangong Shuiyue looked at Han Feng with dim eyes and whispered, but the voice was so low that only she could hear it.

PS: There will be at least one update in the evening, but today the fruit will try to update three chapters.

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