Chapter 187 She is His Angel
Chapter 187 -187 She is His Angel
At that time, she was a wandering divine healer in Jianghu.
With the Dog Emperor, she had spent the most beautiful time in such a small wooden hut.
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the sudden surge of sadness in her heart.
She mustn’t think about it, some periods of time are destined not to return, and some people are also destined never to be seen again. The more she thought about it, the more it would only add to her melancholy.
After throwing Fang Lilin onto the small bed, Xia Weibao bit a small flashlight in her mouth and then reached out to take off his clothes.
His physique, not bad at all.
He could definitely rival the Dog Emperor.
There were several wounds on Fang Lilin’s body, with a round, deep wound on his arm.
There was something inside it.
She had never seen such an injury before, but according to the original owner’s memory, it should be a gunshot wound.
A slash across his chest was so deep that it reached bone.
There were two small tooth marks on his lower leg, the surrounding skin was blackened and hard, likely the result of a snake bite.
Besides, there were countless other large and small injuries.
Tsk tsk, Xia Weibao shook her head and then took out a small cloth bag she carried with her, turning out silver needles and some homemade medicinal powder.
“Lucky for you, you ran into me, otherwise you wouldn’t even know how you died.”
First, she used the silver needles to seal his major meridians to prevent the spread of snake venom, and then she proceeded to detoxify him and treat his wounds.
Looking at the bullet head dug out from Fang Lilin’s body, Xia Weibao studied it seriously.
Is this the most formidable weapon of modern society?
Just like that, she could catch it with her bare hands.
A torrential downpour began outside the window, with thunder rumbling and lightning seeming to tear through the entire forest.
Inside the small wooden hut, a woman dressed in a white tracksuit, holding a small flashlight, was sitting intently by the bed, treating the wounds of the man lying on it.
Outside the rain was sparse and the wind fierce, with bursts of thunder, but inside it was incredibly serene.
The ferocious lightning slashed across half the sky, as if becoming the backdrop.
After busying herself for two hours, she finally took care of all his injuries, and Xia Weibao breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitting somewhat exhausted by the bed.
Observing the man on the bed whose breath, though weak, was now stable, Xia Weibao thought very seriously.
Should she charge him a medical fee? She was so poor now.
A gust of air laden with moisture blew in, causing Xia Weibao to shiver.
Looking back at the unconscious Fang Lilin, he seemed even colder.
The temperature in the forest at night was extremely low, especially now with the rainfall.
After pondering a moment, she took off the outer jacket of the tracksuit she was wearing and laid it over him.
Then, with her bare hands, she split the small wooden table!
And fished out a lighter to start a fire.
Fang Lilin had a dream.
He dreamt that he was ambushed during a mission, and then he fled into the primeval forest.
He encountered an angel who carried him while running through the forest, treating his wounds.
Outside, the pouring rain was cold, but his heart felt so warm.
Especially when her tender, boneless hands touched his body, that feeling was intoxicating.
In a daze, he opened his eyes, his head splitting with pain.
His eyes met with an unfamiliar environment, leaving him somewhat perplexed.
A sudden, piercing pain came from his arm, causing his pupils to contract sharply.
He was still alive!
Struggling, he glanced over his body.
His arm was wrapped in white gauze, his chest was bandaged with his military uniform, and there was a strong scent of herbal medicine.
One pant leg had been torn off and was now wrapped around his lower leg.
Covering his body was a white women’s tracksuit jacket.
From beside him came the sound of light breathing, and as he turned his head swiftly, he saw a scene he’d never forget.