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

Xiaohu took out a bottle of simple disinfectant and quickly began to clean Liu San's wound. The pain in the wound was instantly stimulated by the contact of the disinfectant. Liu San couldn't help but take a breath, his face suddenly turned pale. "It hurts...it hurts..." He murmured softly, and sweat gushed out of his forehead like a spring.

"Hold on, it'll be over soon." Xiaohu addressed him quickly, without a trace of hesitation in her eyes. She knew Liu San was in more pain than anyone else, but she also knew that if she didn't treat him promptly, the consequences would be even more serious. Her movements were quick and decisive. Although she felt anxious, she didn't show it, as if the sense of responsibility she felt weighed heavier than anything else.

After treating the wound, Qin Cang looked at Liu San's face, his expression becoming even more complicated. He knew that Liu San had a strong sense of self-esteem and was unwilling to rely on anyone. However, Liu San's strength sometimes seemed like a form of self-torture. Enduring pain only made him more vulnerable.

"You should take a rest." Qin Cang's tone became softer. Although there was still dissatisfaction and anger in his eyes, he also knew that it was not that Liu San did not want to do better, but the weakness deep in his heart that he did not want to be seen by others had made him unable to bear more harm.

Liu San nodded reluctantly, forcing a smile. "Thank you, Brother Cang... I will recover as soon as possible."

The darkness deepened, the valley's darkness gripping their hearts like an invisible hand. The mountain wind murmured, rustling the leaves, as if telling them that this unforgiving wilderness was devoid of life. The air was filled with dampness, and the smell of earth grew stronger. Qin Cang stood not far away, gazing at Liu San's increasingly pale face. The anxiety and anger weighing on his heart felt like a huge rock, nearly suffocating him.

He knew the situation was critical. If Liu San's injuries weren't treated quickly, he might die. The decay of the wound was already making him uneasy. Although Liu San was barely holding on, he could sense that his willpower was fading like a dying flame, becoming increasingly weak.

He took a deep breath and decided to personally search for some herbs to alleviate Liu San's injuries. The team's supplies were running low, and most of them were basic anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs, with no lasting effects. Now, the only thing they could rely on were the undiscovered herbs found in nature. If they could find the right herbs, perhaps they could buy Liu San some time.

"Li Feng, take Xiao Hu and look after Liu San." Qin Cang said to Li Feng in a low voice, moving his eyes away from Liu San and turning to Li Feng, "I'll go get some herbs. Don't let him move for the time being."

Li Feng nodded, his face full of fatigue, but he didn't say anything more. He knew that Qin Cang's decision was unquestionable. This man always took all the responsibility on himself, and he would make even the most difficult decisions without hesitation.

Qin Cang turned and stepped into the thicker darkness. A firm thought flashed through his mind - no matter what, Liu San couldn't die here. He didn't believe that fate could destroy their hopes so easily. They had to survive and find their own way out in this deep mountain.

The mountain night was bitterly cold, every drop of moisture in the air seeping through his skin, as if he could feel the heaviness of every inch of flesh. Qin Cang's eyes adjusted to the darkness, their sharp gaze swiftly scanning his surroundings. His steps were steady and swift, his need for herbs growing more urgent. With each trek through these rocky and overgrown woodlands, Qin Cang's mind involuntarily raced—which of these plants could alleviate infection? Which could stop bleeding? Which could reduce inflammation?

He wasn't an expert in herbs, but through years of life-and-death struggles, he had learned how to identify simple herbs. Especially in his current situation, quickly finding the right herb would be the key to Liu San's life or death.

Finally, not far away, he came across a patch of vegetation. Several of the herbs caught Qin Cang's eye. His eyes lit up, and he felt a surge of excitement. These herbs looked familiar; several were ones he had seen deep in the mountains. While uncommon, they were certainly helpful in healing wounds and infections.

Qin Cang walked over and carefully pulled up a few herbs, his eyes gleaming with determination. He carefully placed them in the cloth bag in his arms, then quickly scanned the surroundings. After confirming that there were no other threats, he turned and walked towards the team.

On the way back, Qin Cang's pace remained brisk, but the pressure on his heart grew heavier. Although he had found the herbs, he wasn't sure if they were enough, if they could stop the spread of the infection. He felt a little impatient, and his steps became even more hurried. Every second felt like a countdown to his life, and he didn't dare waste any time.

As they walked back to the group, the moonlight remained unchanged, still pale and cold. Li Feng and Xiao Hu were standing beside Liu San, seemingly talking in low voices. When they saw Qin Cang return, they quickly turned their heads, a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

"Have you found the herbs?" There was a hint of urgency in Li Feng's voice.

Qin Cang nodded, took a deep breath, and whispered, "I found it. It should have some effect, but I'm not sure if it can completely relieve the symptoms."

He handed the bag of herbs to Li Feng and walked over to Liu San, squatting down and observing his pale face. Liu San opened his eyes and saw Qin Cang returning. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Although he still didn't say anything, the gratitude and helplessness in his eyes expressed his feelings.

"Feed him the medicine." Qin Cang instructed Li Feng in a low voice.

Li Feng pulled a few herbs from his bag and began crushing them, mixing them with water to create a simple potion. Although his technique was clumsy, each movement was extremely cautious. Xiaohu stood quietly nearby, silently watching Liu San's condition, his eyes filled with worry.

Liu San watched their busy backs, a faint smile on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he kept silent. His body continued to chill, his hands and feet were cold, and his face was painfully pale. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer return to his former strong and healthy self.

"Brother Cang...thank you." Liu San's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. He swallowed a mouthful of the potion with difficulty. The bitter taste almost made him vomit, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on swallowing the potion.

Qin Cang sat beside Liu San, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "You are a tough guy, but you can't do this anymore. What you need to do now is to take care of your body and survive."