Xia Wenjin chopped a heap of dried grass with a dagger, spread it on the sheltered ground, sprinkled insect-repelling powder, and layered another two stacks of grass over it. Then she opened the bundle, took out a coat, and cautiously moved Huangfu Jingchen onto it.
At least, let him lie more comfortably.
She went to search for some herbs, not daring to venture far, sticking to the area within half a mile. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to see a rabbit.
She had little strength left, only managing to throw the dagger skillfully and accurately, piercing the rabbit right through.
Xia Wenjin was overjoyed, immediately carrying the rabbit back. She carefully made a cut on the rabbit's neck, pried open Huangfu Jingchen's mouth, aiming the cut so that the blood flowed into his mouth. The rabbit had just died, its blood still warm.
This method of replenishing blood was just a last resort; Huangfu Jingchen's body was too weak.
