Shin's painter

She was conspired to fall off the cliff, and Sun Ling fought to save her, and the two fell off the cliff... At this time, her mind was blank, and she only remembered that the woman held her hand tightly and did not let go.

"what!"

She let out a painful cry, and gradually adapted to the environment in front of her, a faint light came through the gap, and she could still distinguish the scenery.As soon as she regained consciousness, she shouted eagerly: "Sun...Sun Ling! Sun Ling...!"

In the darkness, he replied weakly: "Don't...don't move!"

"Sun Ling, where are you, Sun Ling?" Shen Xiaozhi widened her eyes and tried her best to find her figure in the darkness, but only saw the branches and leaves shaking.

The man said again: "I... I'm under you, don't... don't move—cough cough cough..." Then there was a violent coughing sound.

The trembling made Shen Xiaozhi feel like she was lying on the back of the cow.

She was stunned, and touched down with her little hand, and she really touched the warm body, and hurriedly stepped aside.I saw Sun Ling lying on the stone as his back, a strong smell of blood melted in the air...

Unable to see her situation clearly, Shen Xiaozhi asked worriedly: "You...are you injured?"

There were countless wounds, large and small, but the knife wound on the lower right abdomen must have been ripped apart. She pressed down hard, but there was still bleeding, and her left leg was probably broken.

Sun Ling, who was seriously injured, replied casually: "I...I'm fine! Cough cough..."

Shen Xiaozhi is not a fool, she already felt bad when she heard the voice.She looked around for a light source, tore off the climbing vines and weeds in the gaps, and a few rays of sunlight shone into the cave where she was hiding.

The cave is not big, weeds are overgrown, scattered stones are everywhere, and Sun Ling is lying on a certain boulder, dying, her clothes are stained red with blood, which is shocking.

"If you're dead, then you're fine!" Shen Xiaozhi annoyed her for unnecessary flaunting.His mouth was not forgiving, but his hands touched her, carefully checking her injuries.

Seeing her hand pressing on the right abdomen, there was faint blood oozing out.

"Where's the golden gun powder?" she asked.

Generally, martial arts practitioners are prone to injuries, so they always carry some first-aid medicines such as tuna powder on their bodies, just in case.

Sun Ling said it was on her waist.

Shen Xiaozhi took out the small medicine bottle and pulled off her belt. Sun Ling was startled and called out, "Shen... What are you going to do, Master Shen?"

The painter choked unceremoniously: "I've only seen Xuansi to diagnose pulse, but not Xuanyi to apply medicine." While speaking, his hands were not idle, he loosened the bandage, layer by layer...

If it was normal, Sun Ling must feel that this situation and this scene are extremely fragrant, making one's heart beat faster.

What a wonderful feeling for a beloved woman to undress herself.But at this moment, she was seriously injured and unable to move, like a fish on a chopping board, being slaughtered by others, leaving only a trace of shame.

The clothes were disheveled, revealing a large piece of smooth skin, the woman was so ashamed that she closed her eyes.But Shen Xiaozhi didn't have any distracting thoughts, and was busy cutting the shirt into strips with a knife.

Medicines and bandages are ready.

Shen Xiaozhi exhaled heavily, and kept comforting herself: I delivered Xiuwa's rabbit, so what's the deal with a wound?Don't be afraid!You can do it for sure.

After completing the psychological preparation, the painter said to the injured: "Sun Ling, hold on!"

After all, move her hand away.

There was a four-inch-long incision under the abdomen, the bones were almost visible, the flesh was ripped apart, and the blood was pouring out... Although she had prepared herself, the situation in front of her still made her gasp.

Seriously injured, he still hugged her and fled without crying out in pain!

How did this man endure it? !

Hands and feet are just scratches and small injuries, and I have taught myself to complain endlessly.

This person actually...

She calmed down and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound lightly, only to see that the wounded who had been fighting all the time couldn't help crying out in pain: "Ah! Ah...!"

Clench your fists and clench your teeth.

Painter Shen is not a doctor after all.The wounded cried out in pain, and she had no choice but to speed up and bandage the wound.After the dressing was finished, she was already dripping with sweat.

After wiping off his sweat, Master Shen, who only delivered rabbits, checked the condition of the injured.Sun Ling gritted her teeth hard and bit her lip until it bled.

He patted her cheek with his hands, and persuaded her: "Sun Ling let go, open your mouth...the bandaging is over. No more pain! No more pain! Be good...be obedient! Don't bite!"

It's a pity that the person who fell into the pain has already lost consciousness, and can only bite his lip instinctively to stop the heart-piercing pain.

Shen Xiaozhi broke her teeth with her fingers to prevent her self-mutilation, but unfortunately she failed due to the disparity in strength.She tried several times, but it still didn't work.

Seeing the blood flow out and into her collar, it would be bad if she bit her tongue...

She has to be stopped no matter what.

Shen Xiaozhi's eyes flickered and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She comforted herself: This is saving lives!This is saving people... saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, so don't think too much about it.It's not the first time anyway, don't be hypocritical!

She clenched her fists and kept hypnotizing herself: This is saving lives!

In the narrow mountain cave where the light flickers on and off, there is only a painter and a seriously injured woman.

Suddenly, the light dimmed.

The painter leaned over to cover the seriously injured woman's white lips, and tried hard to open her clenched teeth. A salty smell mixed with blood slid into her mouth, making the painter frowned and wanted to retreat... the injured But the woman didn't let her back away, turned passive into active, entangled the other's red lips, and began to bite...