Shen Chi Yan's injuries had finally healed, but now he had been shot and beaten, leaving him extremely weak.
He had lost a lot of blood, his cherry-red blood staining Song Qi Nian's clothes. Seeing the blood sent a chill through her, and her hemophobia was severe.
The ground was covered in snow and branches. Song Qi Nian, already injured from the beating by Scarface, found it even harder to move while dragging the nearly dead Shen Chi Yan.
Suddenly, Song Qi Nian tripped over a branch and fell heavily. Shen Chi Yan also hit the ground with a muffled groan.
Song Qi Nian's fingers were cut by a sharp branch. Ignoring her own pain, she quickly helped Shen Chi Yan up.
Shen Chi Yan's cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was rapid. Song Qi Nian reached out and touched his forehead, her face turning ashen. Shen Chi Yan had a fever.
Shen Chi Yan!
Song Qi Nian reached out and patted Shen Chi Yan's cheeks.
Wake up! Wake up!
In this place with no sign of civilization and no signal, with Shen Chi Yan at death's door, Song Qi Nian was at a loss. She kept patting Shen Chi Yan's face as tears streamed down her cheeks.
She couldn't imagine what she would do if Shen Chi Yan died here.
Suddenly, a large hand slowly caressed Song Qi Nian's face. Song Qi Nian looked up abruptly to see Shen Chi Yan opening his eyes and giving her a weak, reassuring smile.
"Don't cry, I won't die so easily!"
As Shen Chi Yan tried to get up, the pain in his arm made him break out in a cold sweat. "Qi Qi, now is not the time to be sad. You need to help me get the bullet out first."
Song Qi Nian had never experienced anything like this, but she knew that a bullet couldn't remain in the body for too long, otherwise, Shen Chi Yan might not live long enough for Gao Kun Lun and the others to find them.
She gestured frantically with her blood-stained hands, "How do I do it?"
Shen Chi Yan took out a knife, which he had taken from the assassins for self-defense.
"There's a lighter in my pocket. Find some wood, light a fire, heat the knife to sterilize it, then dig out the bullet."
Song Qi Nian nodded quickly. She helped Shen Chi Yan lie down against a large tree and then took off her down jacket to cover him.
"Qi Qi..."
Shen Chi Yan grabbed her hand. "Put your jacket back on. Don't catch a cold."
Song Qi Nian patted Shen Chi Yan's hand before running off to gather branches. She didn't feel cold at all; instead, she was sweating.
As she went to cut branches, she kept looking back at Shen Chi Yan, afraid that if she wasn't careful, he might be dead by the time she returned.
Fortunately, Shen Chi Yan didn't faint again. He struggled to take off his clothes.
By the time Song Qi Nian started a fire and sterilized the dagger, she brought it to Shen Chi Yan.
Hospitals had painkillers for bullet removal, but there was nothing here. Song Qi Nian didn't know what to do.
Shen Chi Yan didn't want Song Qi Nian to face such a bloody scene. He took the dagger, took a deep breath, and then plunged the tip into his own flesh.
His flesh was torn and bloody, and Shen Chi Yan was in severe pain. Fearing Song Qi Nian's worry, he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.
Seeing this, Song Qi Nian's heart ached, and her tears flowed even more torrentially.
She didn't know how to alleviate Shen Chi Yan's pain, so she offered her scarf to him to bite on.
"Don't look, Qi Qi... If you're scared, don't look."
Song Qi Nian shook her head. She had to keep watching Shen Chi Yan, or the immense fear would consume her.
She tightly clutched Shen Chi Yan's clothes, wanting to help but not knowing how.
The bullet was finally dug out by Shen Chi Yan's sheer effort. At this point, Shen Chi Yan's face was so pale that there wasn't a drop of blood.
Song Qi Nian used her scarf to gather some snow, then took it to the fire to melt it. She then used the snow-dampened scarf to wipe Shen Chi Yan's wound.
Finally, she used the scarf to bandage Shen Chi Yan's wound.
Fearing that the assassins might track them by the fire, she quickly extinguished it.
After finishing everything, Song Qi Nian was too exhausted to move. She dragged her heavy legs to Shen Chi Yan and collapsed beside him.
She couldn't carry the injured Shen Chi Yan now, so they had to conserve their strength.
But seeing Shen Chi Yan's weak and disheveled state made Song Qi Nian feel incredibly distressed.
Shen Chi Yan had always been a figure of high status, admired wherever he went. When had he ever suffered like this?
He was so particular about cleanliness, yet now he was covered in blood and dirt.
If he hadn't gone to Qingjiu Village to find her, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Seeing Song Qi Nian sitting not far away, staring at him with tears in her eyes, Shen Chi Yan felt his heart ache.
Song Qi Nian's hair was messy, and her white sweater was dirty. His little fairy must have been terrified.
He reached out his hand towards Song Qi Nian. "Qi Qi, come here."
Song Qi Nian hesitated for a few seconds before slowly coming to Shen Chi Yan's side. Shen Chi Yan pulled her into his embrace with his uninjured arm.
Song Qi Nian used to push him away, but this time she didn't, leaning against him instead.
At this moment, she could still feel Shen Chi Yan's warmth and the beating of his heart. She was content.
"Qi Qi, after enduring this together, when we get back, can we remarry?"
Song Qi Nian hadn't expected Shen Chi Yan to be thinking about this at such a time. Her feelings were complicated.
She was so exhausted now that she couldn't even lift her hand to sign.
"Ai..."
Shen Chi Yan sighed weakly. "If I were less lucky, I might not have survived this forest. My only small wish before dying, and you can't fulfill it?"
As soon as Song Qi Nian heard the word "die," her emotions became agitated. She turned and covered Shen Chi Yan's mouth, then gestured angrily, "Don't talk nonsense. Many people in Jinghua City are waiting for you. You can't die!"
Shen Chi Yan took Song Qi Nian's hand and kissed it, his dark eyes staring deeply into hers. "What about you? Do you want me to live? I've done so many hurtful things to you, do you hate me to death? If I die like this, will you feel a little better?"
Song Qi Nian was angry. "If you say 'die' again, I'll never talk to you again!"
"Okay, okay, then I won't say it... won't say it... but my wound hurts so much. Kiss me, will you help relieve the pain?"
Song Qi Nian didn't know that kissing could relieve pain. She took out her phone and checked it; there was still no signal.
"Heh... I knew it. You still haven't forgiven me... Ow, it hurts... it hurts so much."
He had so many things to say even when he was injured, but seeing Shen Chi Yan wince in pain, Song Qi Nian quickly cupped his face and kissed him.