Mo Hanting was thrown on the hillside by Si Yan, and blood squirted his face and body... His world seemed to suddenly become quiet, and he couldn't hear any sound in his mind.

At this moment, he could only watch Si Yan's facial features frowning due to pain, and the blood-stained lips were flowing out... Si Yan's scarlet eyes seemed to have tears about to roll out, and his gaze gradually blurred as he stared at Mo Hanting's eyes gradually blurred.

Her hands covered her lower abdomen with difficulty, and her heart collapsed, child, her child... But soon, her eyes closed without warning.

Her body fell to the ground, and her whole body rolled down the cliff unconsciously along the hillside.

Mo Hanting's pupils magnified a little, "No...No..." He subconsciously got up hard, rushed forward and grabbed Si Yan's wrist.

But because of the disadvantages in the terrain, the two of them fell down the cliff and fell into the torrential water.

After Mo Hanting's whole body was immersed in the water, he swam out quickly.

He followed the blood in the turbulent water to find Si Yan, swam towards her hard, fished her out of the water, and pulled her back to him.

The two were washed away by the torrent. Mo Hanting finally found a slightly flattering place with the terrain and swam to the shore.

He pulled Si Yan out of the water with a wet body, half kneeled in front of her, and urgently performed CPR for her.

He never thought that Si Yan would sacrifice his life to save him... He looked flustered and said while pressing, he shouted with all his might: "Si Yan, wake up! wake up..." Si Yan coughed suddenly, and a few mouthfuls of blood-stained water spurted out of his mouth, opening his eyes.

Mo Hanting breathed a sigh of relief, but as the blood on her wound continued to surging out, the shocking look made the heart that he had just let go of was hanging up again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Will a person who can be loved by orphans and sacrifice his life to save him really...will he hurt people with such vicious means?

He clenched his fists. Si Yan was seriously injured. It was a wilderness. He had to save her life first: "How are you?"

Si Yan's thin lips were opened.

Because the sound was too weak, he could only bow and lean over, and only heard her whisper: "It hurts, too... so cold..." She kept shivering and shaking. After the blood stained on the corners of her lips was washed away by the torrent, her pale face and lips made people frightened, as if... it seemed that she would die at any time.

Mo Hanting gritted his teeth. It would be strange if such a serious wound doesn't hurt.

He looked around and picked her up immediately and walked quickly into the woods.

Near the foot of the mountain, he found a sunken place to shelter from the wind and rain.

He fumbled his pocket for a while and his phone disappeared, but at least the lighter was still there.

He put Si Yan on a big rock, immediately looked for dead branches and leaves nearby to light them, and placed her by the bonfire: "How is it, is it warmer?"

Si Yan forced herself to wake up and not to fall asleep.

Once she falls asleep, it will be difficult for her to wake up again.

She wanted to get closer to the fire and closer, but she didn't have any strength at all.

Seeing her look desperate, Mo Hanting was actually a little frightened.

He didn't want Si Yan to die here, nor did he want to owe her this life! He carried Si Yan closer to the fire, and was careful not to let the fire burn her.

Si Yan held his energy and asked weakly: "Do you think we... may be... rescued tonight?"

Mo Hanting looked at the sky.

If he speculated well, it would be at least a few kilometers away from the place where they had an accident.

Moreover, the foot of the mountain is remote, if you want to be rescued... He said solemnly: "It may be tomorrow as soon as possible."

Si Yan struggled to lift his uninjured hand and gently placed it on his lower abdomen.

Tomorrow...                                                                                                                             �

So, she must save herself.

Si Yan held his weak eyelids and looked at Mo Hanting, and called out in a faint voice: "Mo Hanting."

"explain!"

Si Yan gritted her teeth in pain and said slowly: "The bullet on my shoulder must be taken out as soon as possible and then applied medicine to the wound to treat it, otherwise it will be infected..." Mo Hanting looked at her in disbelief, with a question in his cold voice: "What do you mean?

You want to get bullets here?"

Si Yan rolled his heavy eyelids and looked at his face, "It's not me who took it, it's you who took it! Mo Hanting, you... will save me, right?"

Mo Hanting's voice suddenly became sharp and a little impatient: "There is no anesthetic or disinfection equipment here. Do you ask me, a person who has never touched a scalpel, to help you get the bullet?

Si Yan, are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Si Yan stared at him, with no trace of light in his eyes. Every time he said a word, he seemed to have to use all his strength: "If the bullet in my body is not taken out today, I will only have a dead end."

Si Yan's words made Mo Hanting fall into a long silence.

He looked at Si Yan's face with inquiry. How dare this woman hand over this matter to him?

She knew clearly that she hated her to the core and wanted to kill her life.

Why should she trust herself like this?

Si Yan raised his hand hard, pulled the snow from his head, and handed it to him: "Instead of waiting for death, I want to live more because I have... the reason to live. Now, you are the only one who can save me."

Mo Hanting's eyes fell, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her cold face, on her wound, which was still surging blood.

Si Yan was hurt for his own injury, and he could not let Si Yan die here in reason! He strengthened his determination, reached out, took the silver hairpin, and asked in a solemn voice: "What do I want to do?"

Si Yan breathed a sigh of relief and told Mo Hanting intermittently what kind of grass can stop bleeding and what kind of grass can prevent inflammation. He also explained some precautions... After Mo Hanting did it one by one, he took Si Yan to find several useful herbs.

After returning, Mo Hanting put the silver hairpin on the fire and burned it. After disinfecting it, he returned to Si Yan.

When he looked around the small hole on her shoulders, his bloody appearance was blurred, a big man, holding the knife's hand tightened a little.

Si Yan knew that it was the first time Mo Hanting did such a thing, and it was impossible for Mo Hanting to be in a state of turmoil.

She stared at Mo Hanting and said weakly: "Don't you hate me, you want to torture me, and avenge Si Ruo?"

As long as you make your heart apart, cut it out quickly..."                                                                                                                        

Mo Hanting raised his eyes and glanced at her with a sharp look. His eyebrows were still tightly condensed. These are two different things! He is not her, and he will not harm others because of selfishness! Mo Hanting compared the tip of the knife to Si Yan's wound.

Si Yan turned her head, silently pulled up her sleeves, stuffed them into her mouth, and bit them tightly, not wanting to let her courage break her defense because of the pain.

Mo Hanting glanced at Si Yan and said that for the first time in his life, he was a little panicked because of nervousness.

But she thought that if she didn't do this, she would die... Mo Hanting made a fuss, exhaled, pressed the knife to the wound...
Chapter completed!