Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

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…"