She suddenly felt some sympathy for Li Yun'er, for trusting everyone untrustworthy, and ending up in such a state, which was lamentable.
However, Meng Jingwei also secretly felt relieved.
If she hadn't reacted quickly just now, it was likely that He Kayi had intended to kill her with that shot.
It was a pity, however, that he had not succeeded.
Meng Jingwei walked towards He Kayi, looking at him dressed in a brown sportswear, and said insincerely, "Put the gun away, and I'll help you with your wound."
He Kayi sat down on the ground, leaned against the trunk, glanced at the gun in his hand, and smiled helplessly, "Afraid I'll make a move on you?"
"Treating the wound will be too painful, you'd better hold onto this."
She handed He Kayi a wooden stick, "Mainly I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself with the gun later."
Saying this, Meng Jingwei didn't give He Kayi a chance to refuse, directly snatched the gun from his hand, and thrust the wooden stick into his hand, "If it really hurts that much, bite the stick, it's more effective."
"Okay."
He Kayi nodded, a gentle smile appearing on his clear and refined face, making it impossible for anyone to guard against him.
He had a kind and benevolent appearance that could charm people, yet he was insidious and vicious at heart.
Such people were the most terrifying.
Meng Jingwei squatted down, took out a dagger, held it in her hand, and tore open the clothes around his wound, revealing his well-defined tanned skin.
"The dagger has barbs, and it must be removed first. Otherwise, as you move, the wound will deepen continuously, endangering your life."
She instructed, "It will hurt a lot when I cut open your wound. Endure it."
"Come on, this little pain is nothing," He Kayi replied.
Meng Jingwei, who was looking down, raised an eyebrow, a strange gleam flashing in her eyes, and then she held the dagger and cut an 'X' shape over the wound.
She made a horizontal and a vertical cut. Although the wound she opened was not large, she deliberately deepened it.
Seeing the gushing crimson blood, and He Kayi's forehead sweating from the pain, his face pale, and veins bulging, Meng Jingwei's anger began to subside bit by bit.
Damn man, I hope it hurts enough to kill you!
She thought this to herself, and then said comfortingly, "Just a little longer, and I'll get it out soon."
"Stop talking nonsense!" He Kayi trembled all over from the pain, feeling as if every pore in his body was screaming. Even his voice sounded trembling with gritted teeth.
Does it hurt this much already?
Meng Jingwei sneered inwardly, and then slowly extracted the dart.
She held the blood-stained dart, a drop of blood still clinging to the sharp edge, and slowly dripped down. "Done."
Then, holding the dart, she wiped the blood on He Kayi's clothes before placing the dart into the sheepskin scroll wrapped around her waist.
"Do you have any styptic medicine?" she asked, rummaging through his bag.
"Yes," He Kayi replied, his face pale and bloodless, enduring the severe pain.
Meng Jingwei rummaged through the backpack, found the styptic powder and bandages, lifted the clothes from his waist and abdomen, sprinkled some powder on his wound, and then leaned down, holding the bandages to wrap his waist.
Seeing her completely absorbed, He Kayi's gaze at Meng Jingwei was filled with killing intent.
How could he not know that Meng Jingwei was doing this intentionally?
He Kayi moved his hand holding the wooden stick slightly backward, loosened his gaze, and his hand felt for the dagger at his back…