Chapter 366: First Volume_Chapter 366 Gambling with the Heavens

First Volume_Chapter 366 Gambling with the Heavens

The moment Li Lang finished speaking, an arrow shot through the night sky, whistling as it pierced directly into his left shoulder.

Li Lang was about to roar in anger, but a Cloaked Guard clamped a hand over his mouth.

The Cloaked Guard's eyes were grim; he shook his head, signaling Li Lang not to make a sound.

Li Lang bit his teeth together, snapped the arrow shaft, and let out heavy, rasping breaths—"huff, huff"—sweat streaming down his cheeks.

Around them, silence reigned; any sound could become a target and invite a fatal strike.

Both sides were locked in stalemate, neither daring to move, lying hidden in the shadows, waiting for an opening.

Meanwhile, Xiao Xiangxiang had slipped into unconsciousness.

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging; he moved like a machine devoid of any emotion, repeating the same mechanical motion.

Press the wound, release, press, release…

The Cloaked Guard, seeing Xiao Xiangxiang's wound, frowned deeply and whispered in the lowest tone: "Young Master, quickly apply wound ointment to her!"

Qin Feng shook his head: "The wound is too deep—it won't help."

"Just guard the cart door; this is none of your concern."

Xiao Xiangxiang's back wound was enormous—twenty centimeters long; even in Qin Feng's era it would have been hard to treat, let alone in this era with such backward medical standards.

Applying medicine rashly could easily cause secondary damage to the wound.

To save Xiao Xiangxiang's life, Qin Feng had few options; once he confirmed the bleeding had slowed, he wrapped her entire body tightly in bandages, pulling the wound edges together as much as possible.

The most urgent needs now were disinfection, suturing, and above all, blood transfusion.

But all three steps were nearly impossible.

Qin Feng couldn't afford to delay; even reaching Minglan County would be meaningless, since its medical supplies and physicians couldn't possibly handle an injury of this severity.

Moreover, the convoy was already surrounded by enemies; any further delay would only mean death for Xiao Xiangxiang.

Qin Feng told the Cloaked Guard to watch over Xiao Xiangxiang, then stepped outside.

But as soon as he reached the door, the Cloaked Guard blocked him: "Young Master! Outside is too dangerous—you cannot go out!"

"The enemy is Bei Di's Night Owl—his strength rivals that of the Black Guard Bureau; any unnecessary move could cost you your life!"

Qin Feng seized the Cloaked Guard's wrist and spoke slowly, each word deliberate: "Get out of my way."

"If it weren't for Xiao Xiangxiang, the one who fell just now would have been me!"

"I will never stand by and watch Xiao Xiangxiang die."

Saying this, Qin Feng grabbed the Cloaked Guard's shoulder, locked eyes with him, and spoke slowly and deliberately: "I don't care about the Black Guard's Night Owl—kill them all, leave none alive!"

Feeling the near-frenzied killing intent in Qin Feng's gaze, the Cloaked Guard's spine chilled; he dared not block him further.

Qin Feng leapt down from the cart and crouched low, slipping into the Rear Workshop Cart.

He rummaged through boxes, pulling out a lamp, a dagger, thread and needle—all bundled together.

He boiled a bucket of water.

Then he went to the small forge platform, hammered and shaped a small iron sheet into an iron pipe; since Qin Feng wasn't a professional blacksmith, and under immense pressure with poor lighting, the pipe was lumpy and ugly beyond description.

But conditions were limited—he had to make do.

Qin Feng connected the iron pipe to a bamboo tube, then took a wooden stick, wrapped one end tightly with ox tendon—thus, a crude "syringe" was complete.

Yet whether this thing would even work remained unknown.

Qin Feng could only treat it as a last resort; he returned to the front cart, handed the Cloaked Guard a bucket of hot water, tossed him a palm fan, and ordered him to fan vigorously to cool the water as fast as possible.

Once the water cooled to a non-scalding temperature, Qin Feng immediately cut open Xiao Xiangxiang's bandages, exposed the wound, and rinsed it with the sterilized hot water.

Looking at the horrifying wound, Qin Feng's heart ached bitterly.

He had once considered "cauterization," but without antibiotics in this era, infection meant certain death—he dared not risk it.

Once the wound turned pale and he confirmed it was clean, Qin Feng immediately sutured it with sterilized needle and thread, then took the wound ointment, diluted it with water, and evenly sprayed it over the surface—not too much, not too little—finally rebandaging the wound with sterilized cloth strips.

By now, Qin Feng was drenched in sweat.

But this was only half done.

What came next was the most critical part.

Xiao Xiangxiang had lost too much blood and slipped into shock—she needed an immediate transfusion, or Returning to Heaven was inevitable…

And transfusion was the one step Qin Feng dreaded most.

Because whether or not he had confidence, this step carried a deadly gamble.

Qin Feng had no idea what blood types he or Xiao Xiangxiang had.

If their blood types differed, direct transfusion would destroy Xiao Xiangxiang's red blood cells en masse, triggering a fatal transfusion reaction.

In other words, if he didn't transfuse now, Xiao Xiangxiang would die for certain.

If he did transfuse, ignoring rare blood types, Xiao Xiangxiang still had roughly a one-in-three chance of dying.

Qin Feng didn't want to gamble with Xiao Xiangxiang's life.

But he had no choice!

Under the Cloaked Guard's stunned gaze, Qin Feng plunged the crude syringe directly into his own arm.

Due to the shoddy needle, the injection nearly took half his life—the piercing pain was unbearable.

Slowly pulling the plunger, blood gradually filled the polished bamboo tube.

He withdrew the syringe, located Xiao Xiangxiang's vein, and inserted it slowly; since the needle was so crude, he dared not insert it deeply—only enough to ensure blood could flow in.

Following his own experience, Qin Feng injected two vials of blood into Xiao Xiangxiang.

Afterwards, Qin Feng was utterly drained; he swayed, then collapsed onto the ground.

Seeing this, the Cloaked Guard frowned deeply.

Though he had never seen or even heard of such a direct transfusion method before.

This was simply unimaginable!

But…

The Brocade Guard still bared his arm: "Young Master, use mine!"

Qin Feng shook his head, declining the Brocade Guard's offer: "I've already bet on that three-percent chance… so I cannot add any extra risk."

Saying this, Qin Feng pulled out another vial and injected it into Xiao Xiangxiang's body.

Now, it's up to fate…

If Xiao Xiangxiang survives, Qin Feng silently vowed to enter the medical field—even if it was utterly beyond the medical science of his past life—so long as he could lower the mortality rate by even one percent, it would be a merit of immense value.

If Xiao Xiangxiang does not survive, the entire Bei Di Imperial Clan will perish with her!!!

Qin Feng had collapsed onto the ground, but the inside of this Horse-drawn carriage was already soaked in blood—he had to move elsewhere.