She no longer cared about how dangerous it was to shout in the quiet jungle.
When I saw the unconscious Di Yating, all reason was thrown away at that moment.
"Asshole, you said you wouldn't die! If you dare to lie to me, I won't let you go even if I chase you to the Palace of Hell!" Ouya roared angrily, raised his head, and glanced at Di Yating, who had lost all his blood.
He took another look at the stream not far away.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up from the ground.
He lifted the unconscious Di Yating onto his shoulders with all his strength, and walked towards the water with staggering steps.
After finally carrying the man to the creek, Ouya didn't care about her shyness and reached out to take off his clothes. She saw the wolf fang marks across his back. Even though she was used to seeing bloody wounds, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
eyes.
The wound on Di Yating's body was already very deep. It was not cleaned for a long time and he kept moving. The bleeding did not stop. Instead, the wound had a faint tendency to become inflamed due to repeated friction.
The edges of the torn teeth marks have begun to turn white...
"Di Yating, if you want to be more upbeat, just hold back!"
Ou Ya found a clean cloth and stuffed it into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.
Then he took out the dagger, briefly cleaned and disinfected it, and then used force to gouge out the ulcerated wound on his back.
"Um……"
Di Yating groaned in pain and fainted again in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that he was still responding, Ou Ya breathed a sigh of relief.
I carefully cleaned up the slough from his wound, then applied medicated powder to the wound to stop the bleeding. I took out a clean gauze from my backpack and carefully tied up the wound.
After doing all this, she was sweating profusely, as if she had been fished out of water.
After simply cleaning the blood and sweat on his body, Ou Ya stood up again and looked around carefully.
The originally clear stream has been dyed red with blood, and it flows down the river. Such a strong smell of blood will soon attract wild beasts looking for food...
She must move Di Yating to a safe place nearby in the shortest possible time.
"What a hellish place!" Ou Ya imitated Di Ya Ting's previous tone and cursed in a low voice.
After searching for a long time, I couldn't find a place to hide, so I could only pick a large rock nearby that I could lean on, gritted my teeth, and helped Di Yating over.
"If you want to be honest, don't give me a fever. I don't have antipyretics here. If the wound is seriously infected, I can only pick a geomantic treasure nearby and bury it for you, and then go back to the Emperor's house to apologize."
Ou Ya looked at Di Ya Ting, who was pale, and couldn't help muttering angrily.
Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't help but move softly, as if I was afraid of disturbing him.
He took out the quilt from his backpack and gently covered him, then slowly squatted down and sat down next to him.
The surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas. Ouya could even clearly hear the weak breathing of the man next to her, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at his delicate face.
This was the second time that she looked at the man next to her at such a close distance.
Every time she looks at it, Ou Ya can't help but sigh at the creator's partiality. How can she favor this vicious-tongued man so much?
The long and narrow eyes are lightly closed, the long eyelashes cover the eyelids, and the delicate facial features reveal the brilliance of Ru porcelain in the dim light...
He didn't have to do anything, just lying so quietly was enough to make the people around him feel ashamed!
