The sudden appearance of the enemy made Luo Zheng abandon his plan to rest on the spot. He mashed some herbs and applied them to Shi Qian's forehead, wrapping it in gauze to reduce fever. He also wrapped some herbs in gauze, squeezed them into a juice, pried open Shi Qian's mouth, and fed it to him internally to reduce fever. As for the wounds, the bleeding had stopped; as long as the fever subsided and he regained consciousness, it would be much easier to handle. Fever was the real threat, a basic fact everyone understood.
After handling everything, Luo Zheng quickly ordered the team to continue marching southward. The enemy was lurking everywhere, along with Corpse-eating Rats and Golden Scale Snakes, which could appear at any time. There was no room for delay. Mountain Eagle Team led the way, with Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard each assigning half their men to guard the flanks, while the others marched in the middle.
