An Ning didn't have time to ask what had happened. She leaned down and examined Hua Cheng's body.
"A gunshot wound?"
Hei Niu nodded.
Hua Cheng's most severe wound was on his shoulder. He had many other injuries, but none were life-threatening.
The worst wound was covered with a dark, mushy substance—probably a hemostatic herb Hei Niu had found for him.
"Let's move first."
An Ning took some anti-inflammatory medicine and gauze from her nondescript little backpack, gave Hua Cheng a simple dressing, and then, with a heave, hoisted him onto her back.
"Can you walk?"
Hei Niu nodded, but when she stood up, An Ning saw that her leg was injured too.
"You're...?"
"It's a minor wound. Let's go."
An Ning had seen Hei Niu's decisiveness before. A teenage girl who shouldered the burden of supporting her family and navigated the mountains alone was no ordinary person.
"Keep up. Someone's looking for you two."
