Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chapter 1787 Drenched In Red

Hexin's lips pressed tight as she stared at his bleeding wound. "But you're bleeding so much. This can't do. We need to go back and get you medicated and bandaged up." She held his arm as she spoke, wanting to lead him out of the forest.

Long Yin was really not bothered by this minor wound, but he was beginning to enjoy her concern when he saw how worried the girl was.

He suddenly lifted his other hand to pull out the arrow.

The moment the arrow was removed, blood immediately spurted and it flowed out even more quickly.

Hexin's face turned pallor with fright and her knees went weak. She quickly took out her handkerchief to press on the wound.

"What should we do, the blood is flowing even faster…"

Qi Heng came forward and was about to help when he met the sweeping look in the eyes of his crown prince. He got the message and quickly paused in his steps. He stopped moving forward and said, "There is a stream up ahead, Lady Hexin. Can you help His Highness over there to clean his wound? I will bring the medicine over shortly."

"Alright." Hexin nodded as she quickly helped Long Yin toward the sound of water flowing.

Yuan You was flustered when she saw the trouble she had created. She stood in a daze where she was until she saw both of them heading off to clean the wound. She wanted to follow and help them out but Qi Heng pulled her back after she moved forward a couple of steps.

"Why are you holding me back?" she glared at him furiously.

"What else can I do but hold you back? Should I let you follow them and disturb their moment together?" Qi Heng found her a little funny. This girl was really quite silly. Did she not notice that he and He'an did not follow them to the stream? He'an was a few years younger than her, but he could read the situation well.

He'an, who was standing at the side, gave a gentle cough. He said with a chuckle, "Cousin Youyou, Big Bro Long Yin's wound is minor and isn't much of a problem. It's enough that my big sis is helping him take care of it."

Yuan You was even more puzzled to see the relaxed smile on his face. "How can you still smile like that? Crown Prince Long is wounded." Besides, he was the one that was making all the fuss before this and caused everyone to be nervous. Why was he acting so differently now?

"I know he's wounded, but it really is just a minor wound." He'an rolled his eyes, thinking about how his cousin was being slow on the uptake.

"But he is bleeding quite a lot." Yuan You was still worried, mainly because she was the one who had caused all this trouble. She felt guilty and blamed herself for this.

"Would my sister be worried if he wasn't bleeding? I'm going to stop talking to you and continue hunting." He'an took his bow and arrow and ran off after saying this.

"What did he mean?" Yuan You gave Qi Heng a questioning look.

Qi Heng sighed. "Nothing. I'm going back to get the medicine. Are you coming with me?"

Yuan You looked around her and saw that He'an was long gone. If she continued standing there alone and some wild beasts came along, it would be bad news for her. She quickly nodded. "Yes."

While Qi Heng was taking Yuan You back to get the medicine, Hexin had already helped Long Yin to the stream.

"Take off your robes quickly so that I can help you clean your wound. It would be easier to put the medicine on you and bandage your wound later," Hexin said softly.

Long Yin hesitated.

When Hexin saw that blood was still flowing out of his wound, she could not help pushing him. "Hurry up."

Long Yin looked at her helplessly. "I can't remove my belt with just one hand. I'll have to trouble you with it."

Realization dawned upon her when she heard this. When her eyes met the man's deep, unfathomable eyes, her fair face suddenly felt hot and was immediately drenched in red. "I…"

"It's fine if you can't help me. My wound isn't that serious," Long Yin said nonchalantly.

How could it not be serious when he is bleeding so much?

Hexin bit her lips as she glanced at him. He was wounded on the left arm close to his shoulder and the clothes he wore today had tight sleeves. He was not able to roll up his sleeves. If he did not take off his clothes, he would not be able to clean his wound, much less put on medicine.