“what!”

Jiang Yufeng’s roar resounded through the cave. And he scurried over in three-two steps and knelt beside Chen Jianan: “Anan, what’s going on?”

Qiao Wen’s mind went blank, and he subconsciously moved the flashlight down from his face to chest and finally landed on his abdomen, which was wet and sticking to his skin. Since the T-shirt he was wearing was black in color, it was hard to discern the stain color.

He reached out and touched it, then shone the flashlight into his palm, only to see a handful of bright red. It was more than 20 minutes to this place from the checkpoint, but the idiot didn’t even say a word, and held on till now.

As for why he didn’t say anything, it couldn’t be anymore obvious, afraid of dragging them down.

Qiao Wen’s eyes were sore, and he managed to stabilize himself.

Chen Jianan opened his lips laboriously: “You guys go quickly and leave me alone. Brother Feng, you must take Xiao Qiao home safely.” said while gasping for a breath.

Jiang Yufeng punched the ground painfully. He had just lost six good brothers who were with him in life and death. Now it was Chen Jianan.

His Anan was only nineteen years old, one year younger than his sister.

It was as if his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the tough man who had walked on the tip of the knife for so many years was speechless for a moment in agony.

Feeling at a loss, “We’ll go together.” Qiao Wen’s sharp reply came from the side, who had forced himself to recover quickly. Then he held the flashlight in his mouth, took off the bag behind, from which pulled out a dagger and alcohol and a roll of gauze, while lifting Chen Jianan’s T-shirt. While doing this, he said to Jiang Yufeng. “Brother Feng, I’m going to treat Brother Nan’s injury. Just now, I seemed to hear the sound of running water. There should be a mountain spring nearby. Go look for it. The hounds don’t work in the water. We can avoid tracking by walking through the water.”

“Okay.” Jiang Yufeng finally calmed down a bit, wiping his face and flushing up. “I’ll look for it right away.”

Perhaps Chen Jianan has been numb from the pain, he didn’t groan when lifting his t-shirt, but just said with anger, “Xiao Qiao, they will be here soon. Don’t worry about me, hurry up and go.”

“Shut up! Keep your strength up.” Qiao Wen handed the flashlight to Azhi next to him, and found the place where he was shot in a flesh-and-blood blur. Reaching out he found that the bullet was stuck between his ribs, and did not enter the internal organs, could not help but let out a sigh of relief, put the scabbard into his mouth, and said, “Brother Nan, I’m going to take the bullet for you. There is no anesthetic, so bear with me.”

Not daring to delay any longer, he sterilized his hand and blade with alcohol, then he gently cut the wound apart in the light of the flashlight.

Anan bit the scabbard hard, his body began to twitch and spasm instinctively, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Qiao Wen had felt the coldness emanating from his body, looking up at the sinking person. “Chen Jianan! Hold on to me, you haven’t even touched a woman, so you can’t just die like this!” while saying he inserted a knife.

This voice suddenly pulled Chen Jianan, who was about to close his eyes, back a little. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Qiao Wen diagonally above.

In the dark shadows and shimmering light, the fair and handsome face that he saw now was more familiar to him. However, the solemn and cold expression on his face at this moment was very strange to him.

His consciousness was already a little vague. Opening his lower lip, bit the scabbard and said vaguely, “Who are you?”

While Qiao Wen’s full concentration was on the bullet and finally succeeded in taking out.

Chen Jianan groaned in pain, but forced himself not to move, until Qiao Wen applied medicine to him, bandaged the wound, only to spasm and faint.

Qiao Wen stretched out his hand and probed his breath. Although it was faint but still stable, he felt a little relieved.

Being able to survive till now, he could be called an iron man.

He tidied up his clothes and wiped his undried sweat off his face. At this moment, he was so cold all over, which was a symptom of excessive blood loss.

He used to think he was a strong man of iron and steel, but no matter how strong his body was, it was also flesh and blood.

After severe blood loss, he must be weak, and needed to sleep, but he was afraid that he would not wake up after falling asleep, so he quickly pinched his midsection to wake him up: “Brother Nan, don’t fall asleep.”

Chen Jianan woke up reluctantly: “Xiao Qiao.”

“Brother Nan, hold on, don’t go to sleep.”

“There is indeed a mountain spring nearby.” Jiang Yufeng also returned, and he said while panting and looked at Chen Jianan, who was leaning against Qiao Wen’s arms, “How is Anan?”

“I have taken the bullet and bandaged the wound, but he has lost too much blood. We have to find a safe place soon to let him recuperate.”

If it was any other time, Qiao Wen’s calmness and relaxed attitude made him want to explore him. But at this moment, he had no time to explore him and all kinds of performances along the way show that this frail teenager was different from his former cognition.

The priority right now was to save their lives. He carefully carried Chen Jianan on his back and stepped on.

The spring was not deep, the highest was no more than a person’s waist, the water was cool, but it was hard to see what’s inside in the darkness.

The crew of 10 boarded the ship and now there are only four, two of them disabled and one of them ailing. The only intact Jiang Yufeng shouldered the burden, not only carrying Chen Jianan on his back, but also opening the way in front of him.

As for whether to get out of this jungle, or where to go, everything was unknown. The only thing they could do was to keep walking along the waterway and get rid of the tracking soldiers as much as possible.