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

"Liu San! Xiao Hu!" Qin Cang lowered his voice and quickly rushed in their direction. Countless speculations instantly arose in his mind, but he did not dare to pause. Liu San's physical strength was already poor, and with his previous injuries, how could he withstand such a torment?

"Hurry! Go!" Xiaohu's voice came, nervous and urgent. Qin Cang's heart tightened, and he immediately quickened his pace. Almost instantly, he rushed to the two of them.

"Liu San, what's wrong with you?" Qin Cang said nothing, his eyes quickly scanning Liu San. He looked in agony, his forehead soaked with cold sweat, his steps heavy and weak, like a cane teetering in his hand. His face was pale, his lips slightly purple. Clearly, his injuries were far more serious than Qin Cang had imagined.

"Are you hurt?" Qin Cang's voice was filled with anxiety. He reached out and held Liu San's shoulder, his heart suddenly filled with anxiety. "What happened? Why didn't you tell me?"

Liu San's eyes were a little dazed, as if he had lost consciousness. He endured the severe pain and smiled weakly, "It's okay... just a few minor injuries, I can handle it." His voice was a little unclear and weak, obviously he was exhausted.

"Can you handle it? Can you still handle it?" Qin Cang was anxious, with a flash of anger and self-blame in his eyes. "This isn't a minor injury, it's a serious one! You don't have the strength to keep going!"

Liu San gritted his teeth. Although he said he didn't want to burden everyone, his painful expression and weak state showed that he was about to collapse. Xiaohu stood aside, his eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness, and he seemed to have no idea what to do.

"Qin Cang, stop talking, Liu San he--" Xiao Hu stopped talking suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he realized something, and looked back suddenly.

Qin Cang turned his head and quickly scanned the surroundings. His heart tightened, and he thought to himself, "Not good." Just as they were about to find a place to hide, they heard hurried footsteps in the bushes in the distance, as if someone was walking towards them.

"Enemy!" Qin Cang roared in a low voice. He immediately put his hands on Liu San's shoulders, trying to keep him alert. "Liu San, hold on. We must find a place to hide quickly!"

"Enemy?!" Liu San instantly became more anxious. Although the pain all over his body made it almost impossible for him to bear any more pressure, he still tried to struggle, "I can walk, I..."

Qin Cang tightly grasped his shoulders and whispered, "You can't leave now. If you stay here, you will only become a burden. Xiaohu, hurry up and support him. We have to find a place to hide quickly."

A flicker of hesitation flashed across Xiaohu's eyes, evidently a worry about Liu San's injuries. But the situation didn't allow him time for further reflection. He gritted his teeth and quickly stepped forward, one hand firmly supporting Liu San, the other holding his dagger, as he surveyed his surroundings warily. At that moment, his emotions felt like a tightly wound string, poised to snap at any moment.

"Go! Go!" Qin Cang growled. Although he was extremely anxious, he remained calm. He knew that only by finding a hiding place quickly before the enemy approached could they ensure their safety.

The three of them hurriedly ran towards a hidden cave. Qin Cang's eyes kept scanning the surroundings, and the knife in his hand was gripped tighter and tighter. Every sound of footsteps made his nerves tense, and every sound of wind blowing through the trees made him look back, afraid of missing any tiny sign.

Finally, they found a natural hiding place in a patch of low bushes. It was secluded and relatively safe, enough for them to temporarily avoid the enemy's sight. Qin Cang quickly had Xiao Hu help Liu San into the hiding place, then whispered, "Hold this place, and try not to make any noise."

"I understand." Xiaohu bit his lip tightly and whispered back. He looked at Liu San, his heart also filled with worry and tension. Liu San's face was pale and his breathing was rapid. He was obviously at his limit. Xiaohu knew that if the wound was not treated, Liu San might really lose his fighting ability.

"Liu San..." Xiao Hu looked at him distressedly and patted his shoulder. "How badly are you injured? How could it be so serious?"

Liu San lowered his head, his eyes filled with a complex feeling of guilt and pain. "It's okay, it's not serious." He tried to force a smile, but it was filled with a deep sense of weakness. It was obvious that he could no longer hold on.

Qin Cang glanced at Liu San coldly, his tone blunt: "Stop talking nonsense. You were walking so slowly just now. Were you afraid you were tired?" He showed no intention of showing Liu San any mercy. His tone was firm, "If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been exposed long ago."

Liu San raised his eyes, his expression complex, as if unable to refute. Yes, he knew he was seriously injured, but he still didn't want to be a burden to the team. To a certain extent, he didn't want to see himself dragging down everyone's chances of survival.

Qin Cang said nothing more. He pulled some simple medical supplies from his backpack and quickly tended to Liu San's wound. The wound wasn't deep, but the blood had seeped through the fabric, making it appear extremely severe. Clearly, all these injuries stemmed from their previous encounter with the enemy. Liu San was already exhausted, his eyes slightly closed, and even his breathing seemed to have become labored.

"Xiao Hu, help me apply pressure on his wound." Qin Cang commanded in a low voice.

"Understood!" Xiaohu cooperated without hesitation. Although his hands were shaking slightly, he still made the most accurate movements in a very short time.

Qin Cang's brow furrowed, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him. Every time he exerted force, Liu San would wince slightly, the pain from his wound clearly unbearable. Qin Cang knew this wasn't just physical pain, but more of a burden on his soul—he felt deep remorse for his own mistakes and immense anxiety about Liu San's condition.

All the responsibilities fell on him. How could he tolerate being unable to protect his comrades at the most critical moment?

"Liu San, hold on." Qin Cang whispered, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I promised you that I would let us all survive. You must hold on."

Qin Cang looked down at the simple medical kit in his hand, his eyes filled with anxiety. The wound was more complicated than he had imagined. Although Liu San's injuries didn't appear serious on the surface, the blood flowed faster and faster as time went on, and the exhaustion of his physical strength became extremely obvious. At this moment, any negligence could put Liu San in danger. Especially in this wild environment, any infection or worsening of the wound could be fatal.