The road behind is not as easy as the front. Most of it is mountainous, and there are also a group of killers lurking from time to time.
Feng Jiuer was carrying Jianyi and could not move.
Two days passed and they had walked less than half the distance.
After many twists and turns, Jian Yi's injuries worsened, and Feng Jiu'er had no choice but to stop and give him a second treatment.
"Jiu'er, let's go." Looking at the girl in front of him whose expression was not much better than his own, Jian Yi felt heartbroken.
"Keep your breath to warm your stomach, okay?" Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Jianyi and began to perform exercises on him to heal his injuries.
It is not easy for Jian Yi to persist until now. Feng Jiu'er knows very well that if he does not undergo surgery, even if he can save his life, he will only be a useless person in the future.
What a pity it would be if he was a killer, handsome, and not evil-minded, but he really turned into a useless person?
She would never allow this to happen, so no matter how critical the situation was, Feng Jiuer never thought of giving up.
In the dark night, there was only a faint firelight in the cave, allowing people to barely see what was in front of them clearly.
A man and a woman sat cross-legged facing each other. The man's face gradually regained some color, but the woman's face became paler.
During the seven or eight days before and after, Feng Jiuer had only a handful of times to rest.
More importantly, Jianyi has always relied on her energy to survive.
While Feng Jiu'er wanted to fight off the killer, she also had to be ready to deliver Qi to Jian Yi to sustain his life and treat him.
During this time, she was really exhausted both mentally and physically.
An hour later, this time, it was not Jian Yi who fell, but Feng Jiu'er.
Jian Yi held the woman in his arms, and under the weak firelight, there were a little tears in his eyes.
This silly girl, we just met by chance, but she saved him again and again.
Feng Jiu'er really felt that she was dying. She was so tired that it surrounded her tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Finally, she couldn't help it and fell asleep...
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Ups and downs, Feng Jiuer had no idea where he was.
There were still many things on her mind that she couldn't let go of. She wanted to wake up, but for some reason, she couldn't open her eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but she suddenly woke up and sat up.
"Sword One."
After looking around, Feng Jiuer found herself sitting on a low bed in the tent.
She didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she tightened her clothes and ran out in a hurry.
Outside the tent, two female guards stood guard on each side.
"Miss Jiu'er, you finally woke up." A female guard said.
The other female guard looked at Feng Jiu'er and nodded, then turned and headed to another tent.
"Jianyi, where is Jianyi?" Feng Jiuer was so anxious that even her voice was trembling.
How could she sleep so soundly? How could she sleep so soundly?
Thinking of what happened when she went to the Feng Clan and how she fell asleep for several days without any reason, she stared at the female guard with wide eyes.
"How long have I slept? Tell me, how long have I slept?"
"Yesterday morning, when we found you, you were surrounded by murderers. It was your personal bodyguard who saved you." The female bodyguard responded.
"But he..."
"How is he?" Feng Jiu'er was so excited that she directly held the female guard's arm, "Jianyi, how is my personal guard? Where are they?"
"His condition is not very good. The doctors have been rescuing him for a day and a night. For the time being..."
"Where is he?" Feng Jiuer interrupted the female guard, "Where is he? Quick, take me to see him."
"Okay, Miss Jiu'er." The female guard nodded sharply.
She turned around and looked at the tent on the other side. Just as she waved her hand, the person next to her had disappeared.
"Miss Jiuer, be careful! You haven't put on your boots yet, and your clothes...the doctor said your condition is not very good, so be careful!"
The female guard turned around and entered the tent, took Feng Jiuer's robe and boots, and hurried after her.
Arriving at the tent pointed by the female guard, Feng Jiuer suddenly opened the tent, but unexpectedly, she heard words she absolutely didn't want to hear.
"General Huo, we really tried our best."
"No! Absolutely impossible!" Feng Jiuer threw open the curtain with force and almost rushed over.
Looking at Jian Yi, whose face was as pale as paper and even his breath was nowhere to be found, she knelt down beside him.
"Jianyi, I won't let anything happen to you. You have to hold on, Jianyi."
Feng Jiuer picked up Jianyi's big palm and placed her jade fingers on his veins.
"It's useless. He even has no pulse. He injured his heart and lost too much blood."
"Shut up!" Before the doctor finished speaking, Feng Jiuer interrupted coldly.
"Get out of here, get out of here, all of you! Nothing will happen to Jianyi, and I will never let anything happen to him."
The three doctors shook their heads helplessly and looked at the woman dressed as a general beside them.
The woman waved her hand, and the three doctors turned and left.
Jian Yi's pulse could not be detected at all, and Feng Jiu'er was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
She stood up and pinched Jian Yi hard, her body still shaking.
In a panic, Feng Jiuer took out the needle bag, randomly picked up a few silver needles and stabbed them in her arm.
The pain woke her up, she screamed, and finally stabilized her mood.
"Jianyi, it's okay! I said I would cure you, and I decided not to break my promise. Don't worry! It'll be okay!"
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer knelt in front of Jian Yi, opened his mouth, lowered her head, and pressed her lips against it.
While performing artificial respiration, Feng Jiuer freed up one hand, took a silver needle, and pierced Jianyi's weak points.
Looking up at the woman who stayed in front of him, Feng Jiuer let out a long breath and said, "Please help me hold down this place, quickly!"
The woman remained silent, walked over, stretched out her long finger, and landed on the place Feng Jiuer said.
"You can use more force, yes, this is the strength."
After saying a few words, Feng Jiuer stabbed Jian Yi a few more times and continued to give him artificial respiration.
Facing this unfamiliar method of rescuing people, the woman dressed as a general looked calm.
Once, twice, three times... Feng Jiuer kept trying to breathe for Jianyi, and the position of the silver needle also changed several times.
All the movements were repeated over and over again, but Feng Jiuer had no intention of giving up.
Finally, the person lying on the bed coughed slightly and resumed breathing.
"Okay, you're alive, Jianyi, thank God you didn't give up on yourself." Feng Jiuer pushed away the woman's hand with some excitement.
After saying "thank you", Feng Jiuer took out a bottle, poured out three pills, and put the pills into Jian Yi's mouth.
Without even a moment's pause, she put her lips against Jian Yi's lips and blew out the air forcefully.
Seeing Jian Yi's throat making swallowing movements, Feng Jiu'er breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jianyi, don't be afraid! It will get better, it will definitely get better."
