A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 446 Can Save Him

Chapter 446: Chapter 446 Can Save Him

Unfortunately, at this time, noises erupted from behind them.

"There are footprints here, they must have run this way! Chase after them this way!"

"BOSS has issued a kill order, we absolutely cannot let them escape!"

"The people from the lab have caught up," Shen Yanhe said, her face somber and composed.

"I’ll stay behind to cover our retreat," Yi Fang decisively said. "Wu Fang, you take the lady and the rest to the camp."

The solemn-faced Wu Fang nodded, "Yes!"

"Madam, please follow me!"

Wu Fang took the lead, heading out in front.

Shen Yanhe patted Yi Fang on the shoulder and said gravely, "Be very careful, prioritize your safety, and if you really can’t beat them head-on, retreat!"

Yi Fang grinned and patted his chest in affirmation. "Madam, rest assured, I’m the best at running away."

Shen Yanhe struggled to stretch her lips into a smile and, taking the young woman’s hand, quickly caught up with Wu Fang.

Equipped with a net, Yi Fang and several elite subordinates flexed their wrists and took a deep breath, saying, "Brothers, it’s go time."

"Who will stand with me to stop them? After this is settled, I’ll give ten gold bars to each!"

At the mention of gold bars, the eyes of those present lit up, and they said with wide grins, "Don’t worry, boss Yi Fang, we’ll definitely block them tight!"

"Good to hear that determination!" Yi Fang laughed heartily, his eyes sharp as he watched the dark silhouettes closing in from the jungle behind them.

"Let’s go! Take them down!"

At the same time, Wu Fang had already led Shen Yanhe and the young woman through various twists and turns, getting them far away.

After all, both Shen Yanhe and Wu Fang had experience fighting in the jungle; not to mention the young woman, whose genes had already been altered.

For her, such rugged terrain was hardly a challenge.

After a long, silent march, a clearing finally came into view.

On the empty ground, there were three or four military tents set up, surrounded by numerous armed guards, none of whom spoke a word. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Hearing the rustling from the bushes, they immediately raised their rifles towards the sound, "Come out!"

"Don’t shoot, we’re friendly," Wu Fang raised his hands, leading Shen Yanhe and the young woman out of the bushes.

All three bore looks of fatigue, with bits of grass and leaves here and there on their clothing.

"Boss Wu Fang," the elite of Net let out a sigh of relief.

Shen Yanhe’s gaze swept across the surrounding tents before asking, "Where is he?"

Wu Fang said, "I’ll take you to him."

Wu Fang signaled to his subordinates to continue their patrol and led Shen Yanhe towards the central tent.

The young woman stood in place, looking left and right, then, with an expressionless face, thought for a moment and stepped forward to follow Shen Yanhe.

They entered the tent.

Shen Yanhe immediately saw the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his complexion pale and his chest wrapped in many bandages.

Seeing him, Shen Yanhe’s heart tightened, and a wave of distress washed over her.

Since she had known Fu Yanhe, she had only seen him twice in such a life-threatening state on a bed.

The first time was when they first met.

The second time was now.

Although not much time had passed since the last incident, Shen Yanhe’s feelings had undergone an earth-shattering change.

Liu Fang was busy changing Fu Yanhe’s dressings and hadn’t noticed someone had entered the tent.

Shen Yanhe took a deep breath, walked over to the basin on a nearby shelf to wash her hands, and stepped forward to say calmly, "I’ll do it."

Liu Fang, who had just adjusted the medicine, paused and turned to see Shen Yanhe, his eyes bursting with immense surprise, "Madam! Did Wu Fang and the others rescue you?"

Shen Yanhe hummed affirmatively, stepped forward to take the medicine from Liu Fang’s hands, and looked at the wounds on Fu Yanhe’s hands and feet, her face filled with heartache.

She carefully cleaned and disinfected the wounds before applying the medicine, then asked, "How is his condition?"

Liu Fang shook his head somberly, "Not too good."

"Since being injected with the unknown drug, the chief has repeatedly suffered cardiac arrest and revived multiple times, with a high fever of 40 degrees that won’t subside, and his internal organs are also showing signs of failure."

"I used the last CO2 agent you gave to save the chief’s life."

As soon as this was mentioned, Liu Fang felt a surge of anger tightened in his chest, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It was also because that young man was too cunning, using your information to deceive the chief over there before he died."

"I don’t know what he told the chief that made him lose focus for a moment, and in that moment, he gave the man a chance to launch a sneak attack, that guy is really damn tricky."

Shen Yanhe pressed her lips together and remained silent, her heart aching immensely.

She didn’t delay any further, quickly applied the medicine to Fu Yanhe, and then pulled out his wrist to take his pulse.

The moment she felt the pulse under her hand, Shen Yanhe’s eyelashes trembled.

Sparrow Pecking Pulse.

In traditional medicine, it’s considered one of the ten strange pulses, occurring in spaces between muscles—rapid and irregular, stopping and starting again in bursts, resembling the pecking of a sparrow.

This kind of pulse is also known as the Extreme Pulse, and people with this pulse aren’t expected to live for more than a few days.

However, upon careful feeling, she could sense the Life Pulse beating beneath the Extreme Pulse.

Shen Yanhe withdrew her hand calmly and looked to Liu Fang to ask, "Did you bring my Golden Needle?"

Liu Fang’s eyes brightened as he quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes."

He ran to the medical equipment placed aside, rummaged through it, and pulled out Shen Yanhe’s small medicine chest, carrying it over with a small run, "The chief instructed us to bring your medicine chest."

"Good," Shen Yanhe took the small medicine chest, opened it, and quickly found a yellow bottle from among the various bottles and jars, pouring out a brown pill.

With one hand, she pried open Fu Yanhe’s lips and pushed the pill into his mouth.

The comatose Fu Yanhe still had the ability to swallow, and with Shen Yanhe’s feeding technique, the pill was smoothly swallowed.

Shen Yanhe took his pulse again, felt the pulse beating stronger, and her tense nerves slightly relaxed.

"Liu Fang, stay and help me," Shen Yanhe said while sterilizing the silver needles, then turned to Wu Fang, "Wu Fang, could you help me settle her down?"

Wu Fang turned to look at the young woman who, like a ghost, was quietly staring at the bedridden Fu Yanhe.

He nodded, "Okay."

But just as he was about to escort the young woman away, she suddenly stepped forward, reaching out her hand towards Shen Yanhe with a wooden tone, "Blood, mine, save."

Shen Yanhe, who was sterilizing the Golden Needle, sharply looked up, staring intently at her, "You mean your blood can save him?"

The young woman nodded expressionlessly.

Liu Fang frowned, "How is that possible? Isn’t human blood only for transfusions for those who have lost a lot of blood? The chief has been injected with an unknown drug; how could her blood possibly save anyone?"

This isn’t some wuxia fantasy novel with things like Qilin blood.

"She’s different," Shen Yanhe tried to remain calm and spoke, "She’s an experimental subject I rescued; her blood might indeed be able to save Yanhe."

Besides, for her school of traditional Chinese medicine, everything could be used as medicine.

And this everything included people.