The sea breeze was gentle, and the night sky was dotted with stars, brilliant and charming.
In the lush woods of the island, inside two temporary tents, Yuan Yun and Wei Jiahao were lying on two single beds, receiving treatment.
Wei Jiahao's injuries were not life-threatening and easier to handle. The most troublesome was Yuan Yun, whose body had too many fragments of rocks and metal embedded in it. It took over half an hour, and neither Ling Chen nor Kaelina were able to clean his back thoroughly. They could only manage the more serious wounds first, barely keeping Yuan Yun alive. Once they escaped from the island, they would seek further treatment.
There was no choice; time was limited, and they had to race against it now, without any more delays.
"Fatso, bring the first aid kit," Ling Chen instructed. Yuan Yun's condition was still unstable and to be cautious, it was better to be prepared in advance in case of emergency.
