Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 452 - 443: Rescue Turmoil

A crisp, clear female voice angrily sounded behind the crowd.

"Senior Brother’s condition is worsening, and you still have the mind to fight? If you want to fight, go outside. Don’t disturb everyone’s rest here."

What a bunch of inconsiderate guys.

"Senior Sister Nine, how is it that Senior Brother’s injury isn’t improving? He said he was fine before."

The Rhino couldn’t spare the time to argue with Twenty-three anymore.

Because of his robust physique and not being injured, he was on lookout outside for two days and had not returned to the cave.

He didn’t know that Senior Brother’s condition had deteriorated.

"Do you believe everything he says? When has he ever not masked bad news with good?"

Senior Sister Nine sighed helplessly, knowing Senior Brother’s temperament and character all too well.

"Can I take a look?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao stepped forward and asked the Senior Sister Nine mentioned by everyone.

She scrutinized Cheng Xiaoxiao with a look full of suspicion.

"Are you a disciple of Yanxia Peak? I’ve never seen you before."

"Senior Sister Nine must be too busy to remember a mere registered disciple who handles chores."

Women are troublesome, with such sharp perception, it’s hard to fool them!

Cheng Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly.

Seeing the other furrow her brows, seemingly about to ask more, she quickly interjected, "I have medicine here for external injuries. Where is Senior Brother hurt? Is it serious?"

Saying so, she pretended to take out two bottles of medicine from the bundle behind her, one red for stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation, and the other white for treating internal injuries, both for external and internal application.

"Is there really medicine?"

Senior Sister Nine couldn’t bother to ask about the other’s background and grabbed the medicine from Cheng Xiaoxiao.

She was familiar with the bottles... the medicine was from Danqing Peak.

She was overjoyed and turned to jog away, even though it was only about twenty steps away.

She still had several bottles left, some obtained from the bodies of disciples who died dealing with the [Emu], others given to her by female disciples of Danqing Peak.

The effects of some medicines were not as good as those she made herself, so she never used them.

They were just right now.

Cheng Xiaoxiao followed the others’ footsteps to a higher position in the cave.

Nearby lay rows of injured people, their faces visible under the faint light of the fire, looking much worse, pale and haggard, with clothes stained by blood, recounting the previous fierce and bloody battle.

On a raised stone slab inside, a man in white lay.

His mask had been removed, and under the weary complexion, his handsome appearance was still discernible, with well-defined features, albeit with a "川" shape furrowed deep between his eyebrows, as if suppressing pain with great effort.

Getting closer for a better look.

A flushed face, pale lips, and a head dripping with cold sweat—likely a high fever due to infected wounds, needing immediate reduction of inflammation and temperature.

That day, the heroic young man rode a sleek tall horse, looking imposing and spirited, making her eyes envious, now reduced to this half-dead state, what a twist of fate.

Senior Sister Nine carefully turned the person over and removed the blood-soaked bandages.

A bloody gash extended diagonally across the shoulder blade.

"Wait!"

Cheng Xiaoxiao interrupted the other’s intended action of applying medicine.

"Senior Sister Nine, aren’t you going to treat the wound first? Just applying medicine like this is useless."

"What are you talking about?"

What does she mean by applying medicine is useless?

"Isn’t there a pharmacist in the team to handle wounds?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked around, finally resting her questioning gaze on the Rhino.

"The accompanying doctor was sacrificed."

Everyone here is a cultivator, so external wounds aren’t uncommon, and they are experienced. Normally, with the use of internal and external medicines, serious situations don’t occur at all.

Moreover, it’s rare to encounter such large wounds, and even when unfortunate enough to get seriously injured, a professional physician would treat it, not allowing it to drag on to inflammation and fever.

For the seriously injured senior brother now, with no medication, the group was helpless.

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at Senior Sister Nine, who seemed displeased.

"I studied medicine for a few years before entering the sect. If you trust me, Senior Sister Nine, I could treat Senior Brother."

"You’re not a doctor, are you?" Senior Sister Nine asked defensively.

She didn’t know the depth of this little junior brother’s medical skills. If something went wrong with the treatment, how would she explain it to the others, to the sect, or to the master?

"Junior Brother Xiao, I didn’t expect you knew medical skills, quite impressive."

The genuine Rhino was full of admiration.

Two others chimed in.

"Doesn’t that mean everyone is saved? That’s great."

Seeing the joyous expressions of the crowd, Senior Sister Nine asked Cheng Xiaoxiao seriously, "Can you guarantee to heal Senior Brother?"

"Don’t worry, Senior Sister Nine. I’ve encountered other teams before, and many people were injured. I saved their lives, and I’m quite experienced in dealing with such external injuries. Besides, it’s my respected Senior Brother I’m saving, so I’ll definitely do my best."

Cheng Xiaoxiao assured confidently.

But she didn’t have a good impression of this Senior Sister Nine in her heart, she’d not bother sweet-talking if not for everyone being her task-related person.

"Then be careful."

Senior Sister Nine said as she stepped aside.

Cheng Xiaoxiao nodded.

"Everyone, please step back a little. Don’t crowd around here. Keeping the air circulating in a quiet environment is crucial for the current treatment. Don’t be surprised by anything I do, it’s all to save Senior Brother’s life."

This needed no further explanation, and people began executing her instructions, retreating to their positions, no longer speaking, merely curious about her treatment methods. What could she do that was surprising?

Cheng Xiaoxiao applied disinfecting alcohol on the wound, causing the other’s muscles to twitch.

She carefully scraped away the white necrotic tissue around the wound, a bloody and cruel process that made onlookers turn their heads away, no longer watching her.

The subject was in such pain that his muscles shivered, and his eyes rolled beneath his lids several times, almost waking.

People could understand scraping off necrotic tissue, but when they saw her take out a needle and thread to stitch the wound, their eyes widened.

Especially Senior Sister Nine, who exclaimed.

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao cast a cold sidelong glance, saying nothing, continuing with her actions.

This glance, filled with indifference and disdain, made Senior Sister Nine shiver.

This person’s aura suddenly became so fierce, giving her a sense of crisis, making her dare not meet her gaze.

When she raised her head again, the other was carefully stitching Senior Brother’s wound, looking serious and calm, completely different from the alarming aura just now.

She was unsure if it had been her illusion.

Her thoughts returned, and she’d already missed the best moment to stop it.

She could only awkwardly watch from the side, not daring to be distracted.

Caring the most about Senior Brother, Senior Sister Nine stayed silent, and though the others were puzzled, they dared not speak up now, lest they affect the treatment, bearing a thousand deaths in blame.

Cheng Xiaoxiao spent over forty minutes stitching the wound, sprinkling it with a specially made anti-inflammatory medicine, carefully wrapping it with sterile gauze.

She took out an elixir for internal injuries and fed it to him, hoping he would recover quickly.