Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Liu San's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was struggling desperately, his face full of pain. Finally, his lips moved slightly, "You... won't give up on me..."

"No!" Qin Cang's voice was loud and firm, almost suppressing an unspeakable anger. He tightly grasped Liu San's hand, as if this could keep him awake. "You will never die here! Do you hear me?"

The tension in the air grew stronger, and the shadows around grew heavier. It seemed that more enemies were lurking in the dark, their eyes as cold as dead water, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Qin Cang's mind raced through a series of thoughts. He knew they had to get out of here as soon as possible. They couldn't stay in this dangerous place any longer. Liu San's injuries were at their most critical point, and his vitality was rapidly draining away. If they didn't take action, their situation would become even more uncontrollable.

"Liu San, do you remember that stream?" Qin Cang suddenly asked, his voice becoming softer.

Liu San's eyes opened slightly, and he forced a smile, a bitter arc at the corner of his mouth. "I remember..." he whispered, as if recalling something.

"That place isn't far from here. There's water there, and there might be shelter. Remember to take that path, and I'll take you there." Qin Cang's voice became more resolute, his eyes gleaming with an unquestionable light. "We have to leave quickly, otherwise... you won't have a chance."

An indescribable complex emotion flashed through Liu San's eyes, and he seemed to hesitate, but Qin Cang's fiery eyes before him finally made him stop hesitating. He knew that his time was running out, and Qin Cang standing before him at this moment gave him a kind of silent determination, the kind of power that was irresistible.

"Okay..." Liu San uttered a word softly, his voice weak and hoarse.

"Okay!" Qin Cang nodded fiercely, almost gritting his teeth and saying, "You are still alive, you will survive!"

He no longer hesitated, quickly helped Liu San up, and dragged him towards the stream. Even though he knew the road ahead was still full of thorns, he also understood that at this moment, there was no room for any pause.

As he led Liu San forward, he silently observed his surroundings, alert for any enemies. Little Tiger followed closely behind them, growling and scanning the surroundings with vigilance. Qin Cang's heart was empty, with only one goal guiding him—to save Liu San's life at all costs.

Qin Cang trudged forward, Liu San on his back, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him. His eyes shone with determination, yet his heart was filled with confusion. With every step, Qin Cang thought, if he slowed down even a little, Liu San would lose blood and fall into a coma, perhaps never to wake up. Every time he felt Liu San's body sway slightly on his back, it felt like a hammer pounding his heart, the pain unbearable.

"Are you okay?" Qin Cang asked in a low voice, turning his head and staring at Liu San's almost dull face, his heart filled with anxiety. He could feel Liu San's breathing becoming weaker and weaker, and his pulse seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

Liu San didn't answer, but simply closed his eyes. His hands tightly grasped Qin Cang's sleeves, as if trying to maintain consciousness and prevent himself from completely passing out. Despite this, his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he had little strength left.

Qin Cang gritted his teeth, his anxiety surging like a tide. He knew Liu San's injuries were grave, not just physical, but also the deep-seated fear. The shadow's attack was too fast, and Liu San had no time to react before he was sent flying. His legs, in particular, seemed to have suffered a fatal blow. Every step he took caused Liu San to feel intense pain, as if a flame burned within him.

"Hold on..." Qin Cang bit his lips tightly, repeating these words in his mind. With every step he took, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and even the air around him became heavy.

They finally reached a slightly open area. The trees around them gradually thinned out, and the ground beneath their feet became slightly flatter. Qin Cang felt relieved, and quickly put Liu San down and examined his injuries. His eyes quickly swept over Liu San's leg. The swollen wound had turned purple-black, clearly an internal injury caused by the powerful impact.

"Damn it..." Qin Cang gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger. He knew why Liu San was injured, but at this moment, his anger was more due to his inability to do anything. Every time one of his team members was injured, it was a heavy blow to his heart. Although he tried his best to protect them, there were always some unexpected dangers that were beyond his control.

"Don't fall asleep." Qin Cang patted Liu San's face gently and whispered, "I'll go find some herbs. I'll be back soon."

Liu San opened his eyes slightly, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You go... go, I'm fine..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Cang frowned and said firmly, "If you are okay, how can I be okay?"

After saying this, Qin Cang stood up and quickly searched for possible herbs. He knew that in this environment, there weren't many herbs that could save lives, especially in such a humid and cold climate. It was even harder to find herbs that could heal wounds instantly. However, he had no other choice. He had to find some herbs that could relieve the injury as soon as possible, otherwise Liu San would die from excessive blood loss and wound infection.

His eyes swept around, his heartbeat quickening. In this woodland, Qin Cang saw several low-growing herbs. Their leaves were wet with dew, and they looked somewhat insignificant, but he knew clearly that some of these herbs could relieve inflammation in wounds, and some could even stop bleeding.

"That's enough." Qin Cang muttered to himself, carefully pulling up a few herbs and carefully checking each leaf to make sure they were not contaminated by other poisonous plants.

He quickly returned to Liu San's side, placed the herbs on the ground, squatted down, and began to gently crush them with the flat of his knife. Every scrape of the herbs against the blade reminded him of the urgency of time. Without hesitation, he pressed his fingers firmly against the herbs until they were completely ground into a fine powder, emitting a unique fragrance.

"Liu San, you have to hold on." Qin Cang whispered, his eyes fixed on the pile of herbs. Although he knew that these herbs could not save his life instantly, they could at least temporarily relieve the pain of the wound and buy Liu San some time.