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

He realized that action must be taken as soon as possible without any further delay.

"Liu San, be patient." Qin Cang whispered, his voice calm and powerful, but his eyes were filled with anxiety. "I'll go find some herbs and try to stop the bleeding."

Liu San frowned slightly, a flicker of unease in his eyes, as if he wasn't entirely confident in Qin Cang's proposal. He remained silent, only nodding gently. His lips were pale, and the sweat on his face gradually seeped through his forehead. It felt as if the whole world was becoming increasingly distant, and his head was becoming increasingly heavy. With every breath he took, he felt a pain in his chest, deeply pressing against his internal organs.

"Go ahead, don't worry about me..." Liu San murmured, his voice becoming weaker and weaker, as if even the strength to speak was slipping away bit by bit.

Qin Cang didn't say anything else. He glanced at Xiao Hu beside him with a resolute look. "Take good care of him." His hoarse voice was filled with a hint of seriousness. "Don't let him lose consciousness."

Xiaohu nodded. Although there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, he still suppressed his worry. "Understood."

Qin Cang didn't spare Liu San another glance. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, quickly locking onto a patch of grass. Without hesitation, he walked over. His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and each step was taken with extreme caution. He knew this was not a safe place, and that the enemy could lurk in at any time. His current mission, besides treating Liu San's injuries, was to ensure their safety.

The air was filled with moisture, and the branches of the surrounding trees drooped at an angle. An occasional breeze blew by, bringing bursts of coolness. Qin Cang lowered his head to observe the grass at his feet, his eyes a calm and analytical look. He knew what he was looking for—some herbal remedies to stop bleeding. Because of the current situation, they couldn't use any complex medicines, so finding natural herbs was their best option.

His fingers deftly groped through the grass, and soon he found a herb with spiky leaves. He paused, crouched, and examined the plant carefully. Its leaves were covered in a faint layer of white powder. He had seen this herb before; it was called hemostatic herb, and it was effective in stopping bleeding and relieving pain from wounds. However, its effects were slow, requiring careful processing to achieve its full potential.

"Okay," Qin Cang muttered to himself, quickly pulling up the herbs and chopping them up with a blade. The moment he cut them, a distinctive smell filled the air. He took a deep breath, confirming that he had chosen the right herbs.

He carefully pounded the herbs, concentrating on maximizing their potency. With each blow, Qin Cang couldn't help but picture Liu San's pained expression, sending a stabbing pain through his heart. Although he'd long been accustomed to life-or-death decisions, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented heaviness. While the wound didn't seem deep, he knew that if Liu San lost too much blood, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Qin Cang muttered to himself, and his hands moved more quickly and accurately.

After mashing the herbs into a paste, he quickly took out a piece of cloth, gently wrapped the medicine, and then carefully bandaged it around Liu San's wound. He tried to remain calm throughout the process, but the slight trembling of his fingers betrayed his anxiety. His heartbeat was accelerating, as if every second was a race against time. If not treated promptly, Liu San's wound could become infected or even lead to more serious complications. All these possibilities weighed heavily on Qin Cang's mind.

Finally, the herbal bandage was completed, and Qin Cang breathed a sigh of relief. He sat quietly by the side, watching Xiaohu guard Liu San, trying his best to keep him calm and avoid emotional excitement.

"How is it?" Qin Cang asked in a low voice, his voice was hoarse, but revealed a hint of fatigue.

Xiao Hu glanced at Liu San nervously, then whispered, "He... seems to have recovered a little, and his breathing is steadier than before."

Qin Cang nodded, but his worry remained undiminished. He didn't relax, but double-checked the herbal bandages to ensure nothing was missing. His gaze lingered on Liu San's face for a moment, heavy.

He knew that while the herbs had temporarily stopped the bleeding, Liu San's condition remained grim. If the wound continued to worsen, it could lead to more complex symptoms, and the enemy's threat remained unresolved. Qin Cang had no time to relax; he had to ensure everything was under control as quickly as possible.

"Xiao Hu, give him some water to keep his strength up," Qin Cang instructed. "I'll go outside and check the situation to see if the enemy is making any moves."

Xiaohu nodded, held Liu San's arm tightly, and whispered, "You have to be careful, the enemy may appear at any time."

Qin Cang glanced at him, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you."

He turned and quickly left his hiding place, his figure disappearing into the dense forest. The surrounding atmosphere remained tranquil, the wind rustling through the leaves a rustling sound that seemed incompatible with the tense atmosphere. However, Qin Cang's heartbeat remained unsteady. His eyes, like a hound, scanned every inch of the surrounding space, fearing to miss any hidden threat.

Qin Cang stood deep in the dense forest, head bowed in silence, his gaze calm and sharp. He gently touched the hilt of his sword behind him, his brow furrowed. A thick tension hung in the air. Although he had just treated Liu San's wound, he knew it was only a temporary solution. Now, the most important task was not simply to heal the wound, but to ensure their safety and to escape the enemy's encirclement as quickly as possible.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to his hiding place, his steps as usual, fast and powerful, yet silent. Liu San's weak words kept echoing in his mind: "It's okay, I can hold on..." Liu San knew that he was seriously injured, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on not worrying the team, not even caring about his own basic survival.

This mentality made Qin Cang both angry and distressed. Perhaps Liu San didn't understand his importance to the team, or perhaps he was too accustomed to concealing his vulnerability, even in this dangerous moment, unwilling to let his teammates see his vulnerable side. Qin Cang couldn't help but smile bitterly. He himself had been that kind of person. However, after experiencing so much, he understood that in a life-or-death situation, no one could fight alone, especially as they were now, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and could not afford to let down their guard.