"Freckles!" Someone shouted, "He's hurt!"
"Don't move him!" Brian roared. "I'll check his wounds and you keep shooting."
He handed his rifle to the recruits who were responsible for it and bent over to the wounded. The wounded man was conscious and asked tremblingly, "Captain, I... am I going to die?"
A short spear squint had pierced his lower chest and it was not clear whether it had pierced through his body. Based on his smooth breathing, his lung was not hurt. In his literary class, the prince had briefly explained the functions of each organ in the human body as well as the emergency measures to be taken if they were injured. In cases like this, the best way he could think of was not moving him until Nana could treat him after the battle.
"Does it hurt?" Brian asked.
Freckles nodded painfully.
"If you're feeling pain, that means you won't die." Brian put his hand on the man's forehead. "You should be aware of Miss Nana's power, right?"
