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Song Ming pressed his sword to his wound and forced himself to walk on the prairie for a long time before finally reaching a forest. He had no strength left in him at all. He was leaning against a towering tree. He rubbed his temples, trying to clear his dizzy mind.

The bullet in his shoulder had gone through the wound, but the bullet in his left chest was still in his body. Then, he thought about it. Jiang Yuhang had always been a cautious person. He wouldn't easily believe that he was dead, and that he might be able to track him down in a nearby city.

In this way, he could not enter the hospital to retrieve the bullets. Then only... Do it yourself! Song Ming was shocked by his own thoughts. He did not know the art of surgery at all, nor did he have any scalpel medicine. He did not even have an anesthetic, so how could he take out the bullet?

The massive loss of blood made Song Mingjian thirsty. He forced himself to stand up and walked step by step into the depths of the forest. After walking for a short while, he heard the faint sound of flowing water. This made him feel energized. It wasn't easy for him to reach the stream when his feet slipped, causing Song Mingjian to stumble and fall. With trembling hands, he cupped the water in the stream and drank a few mouthfuls. The water in the stream was ice-cold, and there were still some broken leaves on the ground, but it had the effect of quenching his thirst.

Looking around, Song Ming's eyes suddenly lit up. A large backpack was lying beside him, and its surface was stained with some dust and fallen leaves. It should be because some adventurer found his backpack too heavy to carry. Song Ming opened his backpack and could not help but rejoice. Inside the backpack, other than a few sets of clothes and a few pieces of adventure equipment, there was actually a medical kit. It contained alcohol, gauze, and simple medicines.

The heavens are on my side!

Song Ming shook off a coat and felt that his clothes were still damp and reeking of mildew. It was better for him to wear this coat since it would protect him from the cold. With some effort, he lifted his backpack and walked out of the forest. Just now, he saw a cave.

The item was not heavy, but it had also exhausted Song Mingjian to the point that he was panting heavily. He picked up some dead branches and started a bonfire. The raging flames added a few traces of warmth to the gloomy cave.

The only tool that could be used was a fruit knife. It did not look particularly sharp. However, Song Mingjian had no other choice but to carefully untie the bandage. Song Ming's sword took a deep breath and cut open the wound with the fruit knife.

Ah!" Even though he was mentally prepared, the excruciating pain made him cry out in pain. His hand shook and the fruit knife fell to the ground, covered in dust.

"Ha, damn it!" Song Ming's sword gasped for breath as he picked up the fruit knife and sterilized it. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and if he wasted any more time, he would die of blood loss.

Biting down on a piece of rag, Song Mingjian gripped the fruit knife tightly in his right hand and drew a cross over the wound. Without the anesthetic, every nerve in his body was feeling every inch of his pain. He felt like he was going to faint the next second, but his pain nerves still kept him awake.

A low groan came out of his mouth in intermittent bursts. The temperature in the cave wasn't high, but beads of sweat were seeping out from his forehead. The fingers holding the fruit knife trembled as the tip of the knife probed back and forth. Finally, it switched to the hard bullet.

The tip of the blade touched the edge of the bullet, and Song Mingjian used all his strength to pry it open! "Ahhh!" His lips suddenly opened wide, and the cloth began to roll down. "It was as if the cry of pain that came from the depths of hell had come out from his mouth." The bullet fell out of the wound with a clatter.

Song Ming let out a sigh of relief, then took out some medicine and scattered it over his wound, and then wrapped it up with gauze. Sweat and blood had long since soaked his clothes, and the dizziness from the hunger and blood loss made him even more confused.

Stay awake! Stay awake! He had told himself over and over that he had lost too much blood and that falling asleep would weaken his brain control and lead to hemorrhagic shock and even death.

After struggling out of the cave and blowing on the cold wind for a few minutes, he felt his tired mind became a little more clear-headed. At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the roars of beasts could be heard from the forest. The few birds flapped their wings and returned to their nests. Song Mingjian suddenly felt hungry and needed to eat something to recuperate. If he did not replenish his energy due to his weak body, the consequences would be dire.

He changed into a new set of clothes and cleaned the bloodstains on his body until he looked like a normal person. Song Ming's sword moved as if he was walking on a road. Not long after, he was out of breath and cold sweat flowed down his body like beads with broken strings.

Seeing the lights of the lanterns cutting through the darkness, Song Mingjian ran forward without a care for anything else. Fortunately, the car stopped. It was a taxi.

From the looks of it, the driver was a local. He was tall and big, and his rough voice was filled with boldness. When he saw Song Mingjian's strangely pale face, he adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and handed him a bag of bread. "Bro, from the looks of it, you're cold and hungry right?"

Song Mingjian thanked him, his voice extremely weak. The driver said more warmly, "Oh, you're not sick, are you?" As he spoke, he took out a blanket from the trunk and gave it to him. "Wrap this up, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need, no need. Just send me to a nearby town." Although Song Mingjian instinctively did not have any wariness towards this driver and was unwilling to say anything else, the hospital was a place where he could not go. Who knew if Jiang Yuhang was currently wantonly searching for him in the various hospitals?

Seeing how weak Song Mingjian looked, the driver thought he was too tired and did not want to talk to him. He concentrated on driving the car to the nearest town. Although it was a small town, the light that came from every household and the scattered small shops allowed the place to be full of life.

Afraid that he would attract attention if he stayed in a crowded place for too long, Song Ming went to the pharmacy to buy some gauze and alcohol. The wound was constantly burning, and worried that he would lose consciousness, he bought another box of stimulants.

He found a small restaurant and ordered some energy replenishing food to eat. The wound was too painful, so Song Mingjian had no appetite. "He still forced himself to eat quite a bit. He wanted to recover as soon as possible. Now, with his weak body, even the tiniest bit of weakness could cost him his life.

Even though there was a small inn in the town, the lodgings required identity cards, and Song Mingjian absolutely did not dare to stay here. After some consideration, he decided to go to the cave and buy a set of bedding. He waved for a taxi and the driver refused to go to such a remote place. Song Mingjian gave him several times the price, and the driver finally nodded his head.

By the time he returned to the cave, it was already close to midnight. Song Mingjian was extremely tired, and a large amount of blood loss caused his entire body to tremble. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on the ground. He raised the stimulant several times to his mouth and then put it down again. This thing would become dependent on him.

"Xiang Ling, Xiang Ling, give me some motivation!" Song Ming clenched his teeth and used the fruit knife to carve on the rock. Words gradually appeared on the hard rock. These were the words he had said to Gu Xiangling in his heart. He had to rely on his obsession with her to survive this life and death moment. He definitely could not die.