Dying (2)

Zuo Hancheng subconsciously turned around and searched the narrow space. Other than the first aid kit that had been rummaged through in his anxiety, there was no sign of An Hao.

He was about to get up, but he suddenly froze because of the sudden movement of his body. His pale face became even paler. The pain on his wound and the careful bandage on his body showed that Anhao, who had no experience last night, had taken care of him carefully.

Zuo Hancheng endured the excruciating pain in his body and barely managed to stand up after about two minutes. Most of his body was messily wrapped by Anhao's gauze, and the thin blanket was caught by him when it slipped.