Leng Ruo Li searched for a way down the mountain by moonlight.
After walking for a long time, she suddenly heard fighting sounds from the woods ahead. Soon, the sounds grew closer, and she quickly hid herself in the dense grass.
At this moment, a man flew over her head, his gaze lingering on the clump of grass where she was hiding. Scared, she held her breath, afraid of being exposed.
After all, in this ancient era that revered martial arts, her meager skills were like a weak chicken in front of these masters; a casual slap could kill her.
Although she had powerful modern firearms in her space, she couldn't use them carelessly in ancient times. If they were discovered, it would bring about a fatal disaster.
A gust of wind blew past, and she smelled a strong scent of blood.
Suddenly, a drop of "rain" fell on her forehead, then another, and another...
Something was wrong. It wasn't raining tonight, so where did the raindrops come from? She wiped her forehead with her hand and saw it was blood. Had the man from earlier been injured?
Subsequently, several masked men in black flew over her head, and she quickly held her breath again.
Then, the fierce sounds of fighting could be heard again.
After a long while, the fighting sounds of the few people finally stopped. Leng Ruo Li cautiously parted the grass and looked in the direction of the men.
She saw a group of masked men in black surrounding a young man. The black-clothed men all held swords stained with blood, and their swords were all aimed at the man, preparing for a new round of attacks.
This young man was exceptionally handsome, and Leng Ruo Li was stunned by his appearance. He actually had a pair of purple eyes that were different from ordinary people.
At this moment, he was wearing dark purple brocade robes, his features were as sharp as if carved by a knife, his long hair was tied up, and his pair of narrow purple eyes held a murderous aura as he coldly swept his gaze over the masked men in black who wanted to kill him.
However, the man had already been shot in the chest, and his clothes were stained with blood and sweat.
"Jun Mo Han, stop struggling. You've been poisoned. If you don't find an antidote within an hour, you will surely die."
"Jun Mo Han?"
Leng Ruo Li, hiding in the grass, found the name very familiar. Wasn't he the second son of the current emperor, Prince Leng?
It was said that Prince Leng had conquered battlefields at the age of twelve, was cruel by nature, cold-blooded and ruthless, decisive in his actions, abstained from women, and suffered from a strange illness, often being called the "Cold Fiend Yama."
A moment later, Jun Mo Han pursed his pale, chapped lips and said with a cold smile:
"You are assassins from the Dark Night Pavilion."
"Indeed!"
"The Dark Night Pavilion is a renowned assassin organization in the martial world. Without a hefty price, even the Emperor cannot hire them. Who is it that is willing to spend such a large sum to take this Prince's life?"
"Haha..."
The leading black-clothed man burst into laughter.
"You can only blame yourself for blocking someone's path."
"Brother, stop wasting words with him. Let's finish him off quickly so we can get the remaining payment."
"Alright!"
Several masked men in black simultaneously thrust their swords at Jun Mo Han.
At this moment, Jun Mo Han decisively broke the tail of the arrow in his chest with his hand.
He injected all his internal energy into his other hand, used his qinggong, and instantly flew above the masked men in black, wielding his long sword and slashing at the group.
Instantly, a powerful sword wind appeared in the air. Any masked man in black touched by his sword wind would fall to the ground and die on the spot.
At this moment, more than half of these masked men in black instantly died.
However, when Leng Ruo Li saw Jun Mo Han fall from mid-air, she felt that he was not far from death.
"Holy crap!"
Leng Ruo Li was stunned. Scenes that could only be seen in modern martial arts films could be witnessed live in ancient times. How could she not be surprised?
At this moment, Jun Mo Han was kneeling on the ground, head bowed, covering the arrow wound on his chest with his left hand, and propping himself up with his right hand holding a long sword.
Just as the remaining black-clothed men launched another attack on him, Jun Mo Han suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes and let out a long howl towards the sky, "Aowu——"
Jun Mo Han's black hair instantly turned white. At this moment, he clutched his head in pain, shaking it violently.
Suddenly, his ears gradually transformed into tall, pointed wolf ears. His originally fair hands instantly turned black, growing sharp black nails. What was even more terrifying was that long fangs grew in his mouth.
He had now transformed from the handsome man seen earlier into a monstrous creature with disheveled hair.
"Heavens!"
Leng Ruo Li exclaimed softly, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched the scene before her. She was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
This was too terrifying!
She muttered to herself: Could this be the legendary werewolf?
At the same time, the black-clothed men who were surrounding and killing him were also terrified and retreated, not daring to approach him.
"Heavens! Brother, why has he turned into this?" one of the black-clothed men asked in confusion.
"Jun Mo Han seems to have been poisoned by the Wolf Toxin from the Western Regions. Everyone be careful," the leading man warned his subordinates.
"Brother, what exactly is Wolf Toxin? How can it turn someone into a monster in an instant?"
"Brother, let's kill him quickly. Tonight is the full moon. It is said that those who are poisoned by Wolf Toxin will have an outbreak on the full moon. Once it breaks out, they will lose their minds, become immensely strong, their bodies as hard as stone, and they will feast on blood and tear living creatures apart. Once his Wolf Toxin subsides, we will all die," one of them said in horror.
"Heavens, this is too terrifying!" another person echoed.
"Alright, brothers, prepare to attack," the leading man shouted. All the black-clothed men simultaneously thrust their swords at Jun Mo Han.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Jun Mo Han had completely transformed into a wolfman impervious to blades and swords. In a few moments, he tore apart the remaining black-clothed men.
Even Leng Ruo Li, who had been a battlefield doctor, found this scene disgusting and terrifying. She quickly closed her eyes and held her breath.
After a long time, there was no more movement outside.
She then emerged from the grass and walked closer to the scene of the fight. Her brows furrowed; the scene before her was simply unbearable.
Suddenly, she heard a faint cry for help, which sounded as if it could cease at any moment.
She listened carefully and realized it was Jun Mo Han's plea for help.
"Save, save me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted.
Leng Ruo Li walked up to him and tentatively felt his pulse with two fingers. She confirmed he was not dead.
At this moment, foul-smelling black blood was flowing from the wound where he had been shot. It was evident that he had indeed been poisoned. She then roughly checked his other wounds and confirmed that he was indeed severely injured. As she hesitated whether to save him,
a "beep! beep! beep!" sound suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Host, there is a patient. Please provide emergency rescue!"
Sigh...
"You're lucky tonight to have met a goddess doctor from the 22nd century who crossed over with a portable system. I'll save your life then."
Next...
Leng Ruo Li moved Jun Mo Han into the system's operating room and prepared all the medical supplies she needed with a thought.
Leng Ruo Li took Jun Mo Han's pulse again, confirming that the man was truly poisoned.
However, she was unfamiliar with ancient poisons. She had to draw some of his blood and take it to the laboratory for analysis with professional equipment. Once the results were out, she would see what ingredients were in the poison and then prepare an antidote for him.
Following that, Leng Ruo Li immediately administered anesthesia to him. Although Jun Mo Han was already unconscious, for the sake of her smooth surgery and to keep the secrets of her system hidden, this anesthesia was necessary.
Next, Leng Ruo Li carefully used scissors to cut open Jun Mo Han's clothes, carefully examined his wounds, cleaned and disinfected them, and then gave him a blood transfusion.
She discovered that if the arrow in his chest had been slightly more to the left, it would have hit his heart directly, and he would have died long ago.
In addition, he had two severe wounds on his abdomen, with his intestines spilling out, which was a shocking sight.
There were at least twenty more wounds of various sizes elsewhere. She didn't know how this man had survived.
Leng Ruo Li's movements were swift. She first used a scalpel to remove the arrowhead from his chest, then disinfected and sutured the wound.
After more than half an hour, the blood sample analysis results came out. Jun Mo Han was not only severely poisoned but also harbored another difficult-to-cure poison. However, she could only suppress this hidden poison for now.
The most urgent matter was to resolve the life-threatening severe poison on him.
Because the severe poison contained several chemical components that could corrode muscle and accelerate heart failure, she had to quickly prepare an antidote and administer it intravenously for rapid detoxification.
At this moment, Leng Ruo Li disinfected and sutured the two severe wounds on the man's abdomen, and then sutured and applied medication to the non-fatal wounds.
By the time Leng Ruo Li finished the surgery, she was so exhausted that she couldn't straighten her back.
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One hour later
On the carriage heading back to the capital, the unconscious Jun Mo Han slowly woke up. Looking at the cramped space, he immediately realized he was in a carriage. He couldn't believe he had survived and been rescued.
"Come, someone!" His voice was weak and hoarse, his mouth dry.
Ye Yi, who was driving the carriage outside, heard the sound and came in. "Your Highness, you're finally awake. You scared this subordinate to death."
"Water, water."
Ye Yi quickly helped Jun Mo Han up, letting him lean against the soft cushion. He untied his waterskin and gave him a few sips of water, after which he regained a little strength.
"Who saved this Prince? Who detoxified me?"
As he spoke, he looked at the strange way his wounds were bandaged and asked, "Who bandaged me like this?"
Uh...
Ye Yi scratched his head and said, "Your Highness, this subordinate doesn't know either. When this subordinate and Ye Wu found you, Your Highness was already like this."
"Where did you find me?"
"We found you in the small woods where you were fighting with those black-clothed men."
"However, please rest assured, Your Highness. This subordinate has already gone to a nearby village and found a doctor to examine Your Highness's injuries."
"He said that the poison in Your Highness's body has been completely detoxified, and the wounds have been well-treated. We just need to find a doctor for a few more prescriptions upon our return, and with good rest, there will be no danger to Your Highness's life."
"Mm~"
Subsequently, Jun Mo Han fell into thought. He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he seemed to have seen a blurry, slender female figure walking towards him. However, before he could get a clear look at her face, he had fainted.
Could it be her who saved this Prince?