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

The despair over his own body had made Liu San abandon his rationality and even desperately want to take on more. Xiaohu might understand this, but she did not blame him. She just accompanied him silently and tried her best to persuade him.

"Only if we survive together can we possibly escape this hell." Qin Cang suddenly spoke, his tone filled with sorrow and determination. "You must understand that no matter how difficult the situation is, only by surviving can we change everything. If you are willing to die, I will naturally not stop you, but don't drag everyone else down with you."

Liu San lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment before finally speaking: "I...I understand."

Although his words were soft, they carried a deep sense of fatigue. Qin Cang looked into his eyes, and the uneasiness that surged in his heart seemed to be suppressed again.

"Take it back." Qin Cang said simply, "If everything is fine, let's move on."

Moonlight filtered through the dense foliage, spilling across the mountain, illuminating the rocks and weeds. All around was a silence so profound that it felt as if the entire world were shrouded in a dead stillness. The air was still damp, carrying the scent of earth. The team continued their march, their steps growing heavier. Everyone gritted their teeth, their hearts filled with confusion and anxiety about the future.

Qin Cang walked at the front of the team, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Liu San's words kept echoing in his mind: "I don't want to burden everyone anymore." Those words were like a stone, landing harshly on the surface of his heart, creating ripples. Liu San's injury had clearly reached a critical point; he was no longer the man who could fight shoulder to shoulder with him with all his might. With each step he took, the vague worry in Qin Cang's heart deepened.

But no matter what, they had no choice but to keep moving forward. There was no turning back on this road, no way to slow down, and no way to stop.

"Brother Cang, how is Liu San doing?" Li Feng quietly approached Qin Cang and asked in a low voice.

Qin Cang pursed his lips, a heavy feeling welling up in his heart, and replied in a low voice: "Not good, we have to find a place to stop as soon as possible."

He knew that no matter how strong Liu San was, his wound was worsening and could even become infected at any time, and he could no longer delay. Although Liu San was determined not to slow down, and even endured the pain and continued to move forward, Qin Cang knew that if the wound was not treated in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

While Qin Cang was thinking, he suddenly noticed that Liu San's steps were a little unsteady, and his body swayed slightly a few times, as if he had lost his balance. Although he quickly stabilized his body, the inadvertent movement still made Qin Cang's heart tighten.

"Liu San!" Qin Cang lowered his voice and walked towards him quickly, his eyes full of doubt.

Liu San's face was still pale, without a trace of blood on it, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. Even his cloudy eyes seemed to be a little out of focus when he looked at him. "It's okay, Brother Cang." Liu San smiled bitterly and said softly, "I can still hold on."

"Can you still hold on?" Qin Cang asked in a low voice. His eyes penetrated Liu San's toughness and saw the weakness and pain in his eyes. "You can fool others, but you can't fool me." He paused, his eyes sharpening. "I know you don't want to drag everyone down, but now you are dragging us down."

Liu San was silent for a moment, the smile on his face becoming even more forced. He struggled to stand up straight, trying to appear strong, but the exhaustion emanating from deep within his body was like an invisible iron chain, binding him tightly.

"What happened to you?" Qin Cang's tone became even more severe. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Liu San's arm, gently pulling him aside. His eyes flashed, "Let me see your injury."

Liu San looked at him, a trace of reluctance and struggle flashed in his eyes, then he lowered his head, "Actually, my injury is no longer a big problem." His tone seemed extremely calm when he spoke, as if he was trying his best to hide the pain in his heart.

However, Qin Cang did not let him go. He tightly grasped Liu San's arm, not allowing him to resist, and whispered, "Take off your clothes and let me see."

Liu San's body stiffened slightly, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes. He clearly didn't want Qin Cang to see him in his current state. After all, that vulnerability and helplessness were exactly the sides of him he least wanted to expose. He was used to enduring, used to not relying on anyone, used to self-suppression and self-preservation in difficult situations.

However, Qin Cang did not allow him to resist. He finally pulled open his clothes and saw the wound covered with blood.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Qin Cang's heart suddenly tightened, and he practically growled. The wound was no longer a simple scrape or scratch, but a severe laceration. The blood had already clotted, and the wound looked a bluish-purple color of decay, clearly infected. That color was far more glaring than any of the strength and calmness Liu San had displayed.

"You... why didn't you tell me?" Qin Cang's voice became low and full of anger. "Do you think you can get through this? Are you stupid? You are so badly injured and still hiding it!"

Liu San gritted his teeth, still with a painful smile on his face, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, "I didn't mean to drag everyone down, Brother Cang... I don't want you to worry about me."

"Worried?" Qin Cang sneered, his tone trembling with a barely perceptible tremor. "Do you know that you're harming everyone by doing this? If we don't treat your wounds now, can you really hold on?"

Liu San lowered his head, seemingly unable to refute. His body had been stretched to its limits, yet he continued to exert himself. He didn't want anyone to see his vulnerability, especially in such a desperate situation. He knew that showing weakness would severely impact the team's morale.

"Xiao Hu, come here." Qin Cang suddenly turned around and called out. Xiao Hu had already walked to Liu San's side and looked at him, with a silent flash of anxiety in his eyes.

Xiao Hu quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Cang, how is Liu San?"

"It's seriously injured and infected." Qin Cang gritted his teeth and said, "Go get some disinfectant and treat it quickly."

Xiaohu nodded and quickly turned to search her backpack. Her movements were remarkably quick, as if she were accustomed to such emergencies. Despite her youth, she knew better than anyone how to remain calm in crucial moments.

Liu San remained silent, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he didn't want to draw more attention. His heart was turbulent, but he remained composed, maintaining his usual unwillingness and stubbornness.