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"...Do you want to save him?" Xie Wanxing also came back to her senses. There was obvious hesitation in her voice, and her eyes looked back and forth at the unconscious boy.

Xie Wanxing was indeed very hesitant. She couldn't really be like a saint and pick up people everywhere. Moreover, the boy was so seriously injured that it would definitely not be easy to cure him. Now they were on the run and there was no doctor around. How would she explain it if she cured him?

What's more, they still have important things to do and have to rush to the capital. Carrying such a seriously injured person on the road will undoubtedly become a huge burden, and it will become very troublesome to move. What worries her even more is that if this young man has any enemies, if they know that he is not dead and attract his enemies, the consequences will be unimaginable, and everyone will be finished.

But, are we really not going to save him?

Xie Wanxing stood there, her heart in an extremely intense struggle. She looked at the young man lying on the ground covered in wounds, her brows tightly furrowed, her eyes full of entanglement and reluctance.

She has studied in medical school for so many years and has been a doctor for so long after graduation. The benevolence of a doctor has been deeply engraved in her soul. In modern times, every life is extremely precious, and a doctor's duty is to do his best to save every life that can be saved.

But this era is completely different.

Here, human life has become so worthless that those in power can decide the life and death of others at will. The turmoil and chaos of life and death make people only care about their own safety and survival.

And now, she had to watch a person who could have been saved die here, and she would probably feel guilty for the rest of her life.

It seems that she really hasn't adapted to this era, this era that doesn't take human life seriously.

Xie Songlin saw his daughter's inner turmoil. He patted Xie Wanxing's shoulder gently and said softly, "Axing, Dad knows you feel bad..."

"It's okay, it's okay, Dad." Xie Wanxing slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "If we can't go back, then sooner or later we'll have to adapt to this era. We can't just be a saint every time we see someone get hurt."

She knew in her heart that the era she lived in now was very different from the world she once knew. Here, survival was so difficult and full of dangers. Every decision could be a matter of life and death. Perhaps she really could no longer impulsively rescue every injured person out of kindness as she did in the past.

Xie Songlin said: "Then let's... go?"

"Let's go..." Xie Wanxing responded, and her footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Every step was filled with her inner entanglement and struggle. She had only taken two steps when it seemed as if an invisible powerful force was pulling her, suddenly making her stop.

She was struggling fiercely in her heart. After hesitating for only a moment, she gritted her teeth, turned around and ran back quickly.

Xie Wanxing met Xie Songlin's puzzled look and said bitterly, "Next time, I'll adapt next time. Dad, I can't just watch a living person die in front of me... I will try my best to adapt in the future. Give me some time to change."

Xie Songlin looked at his daughter's determination, feeling both relieved and helpless. He was overwhelmed with emotions. However, since things had come to this point, he didn't say anything more. He just patted Xie Wanxing's shoulder and said, "Okay, Ah Xing, since you've made up your mind, let's save him."

Xie Songlin said, "How about this? Let's take him into the space first, treat his injuries briefly, and see if we can stabilize his condition. The most important thing is to find out his identity and the cause of his injury. If the risk is too great, we can make plans later, okay?"

Xie Wanxing nodded: "Thank you, Dad. I will consider it myself. If there is any trouble, I will make a decision immediately."

The father and daughter returned to the space together, and the young man was also brought in.

Xie Wanxing said, "It seems that our previous prediction was correct. Only people who are unconscious can follow us into the space. So, people like Ayao and others who were asleep before could not be brought in."

She looked down at the young man lying on the ground and said, "Dad, help me carry him upstairs. I'll take care of his injuries."

Xie Songlin placed the man in a guest room on the ground floor of the villa, and took off all his clothes to make it easier for Xie Wanxing to treat his wounds. He only left his pants on the key parts. Although Xie Wanxing was an adult and a doctor, and he saw many patients with different physical conditions on a daily basis, Xie Songlin, an old father, still felt a little uncomfortable.

Even if his daughter was there for medical treatment, he still didn't want her to see it blindly.

Xie Wanxing came in with some medicine and tools for treating the wound from her pharmacy and said to Xie Songlin, "Dad, don't waste time. Let's go find a way into the city. I'll treat his wound."

"Okay, then I'll go."

Everything was ready, and Xie Wanxing began to treat the boy's wounds. Because the wounds were so large, with scars crisscrossing one another, she thought for a moment and then simply rinsed them with a bottle of saline solution. She wasn't worried about staining the bedsheets and pillowcases, and the villa would be freshened up tomorrow.

Xie Wanxing looked at his wounds carefully again. Some of them were obviously knife wounds, and blood was still oozing from the uneven edges of the wounds, but most of them were whip wounds that had already scabbed over. The long scars, some deep and some shallow, were like hideous centipedes crawling on the boy's skin.

The transparent liquid flowed down the wound, taking away the dirt and blood on the surface of the wound. She quickly sprinkled hemostatic powder on it and applied a more convenient medical hemostatic dressing. The ancient bandages were indeed far inferior to the convenient modern medical dressings.

The more Xie Wanxing dealt with it, the more he felt something was wrong. Although these knife wounds and whip marks looked shocking, they did not seem enough to put him in his current dying state.

Is he poisoned?

Xie Wanxing's fingers stayed on the boy's pulse for a long time. Judging from the pulse, there was no obvious abnormality. It did not have the typical characteristics of poisoning, such as disordered pulse, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, or weak pulse.

Her intuition told her that things were definitely not that simple. She stopped what she was doing, straightened up, and scanned the boy's body again. Perhaps there was some hidden wound, or an internal injury that she had not yet noticed?

She lowered her head again to look through the clothes that Xie Songlin had just taken off the boy, but unexpectedly, as soon as she picked up the clothes, she heard a crisp "bang" sound, and an object fell out of the clothes, bounced on the ground, and then stopped moving.

Xie Wanxing took a closer look and found that it was a small token. She put down her clothes and bent down to pick up the token. The moment she touched it, she felt a coolness coming from her fingertips.

The token felt cold to the touch, and the material seemed to be quite special. She couldn't tell what material it was made of. She took the token in her hand, turning it over and over to examine it carefully.

One side of the token was smooth and flat, while the other side was engraved with some words or patterns. The most conspicuous of them were two clear numbers - "thirty-seven".