A quarter of an hour ago, the signal for retreat had already been sounded.
In Li Mu's tent, the lights were as bright as day.
Hot water, antiseptic medicine, and other supplies were ready, but the military doctor was not allowed to enter.
Inside the tent, apart from Li Mu, there were only two people.
Tang Xiaobai, and Mo Ji, who was responsible for extracting the arrow and treating the wound.
Since there were no outsiders in the room, Tang Xiaobai removed his mask.
The flickering light seemed to bring back the impression of meeting him for the first time.
Pale and fragile, delicate and easily shattered.
But this time, he was far more seriously injured than when they first met.
The arrowhead was completely embedded in the flesh, and every breath made the blood surge, shocking to behold.
Fortunately, the arrow hit his right chest, otherwise...
Tang Xiaobai dared not think further.
"I'm okay..." Li Mu said softly, weakly holding her hand.
