And so, Qin Xue and Nangong Beiying, had roughly discussed matters to come.
No matter what, since things had been set in motion, a resolution was necessary.
They had already checked all the villagers in the entire stronghold.
Those with health issues were given appropriate treatment. Now, all they had to do was to patiently investigate the cause and solve the problem.
"Don't leave." Gong Wuyou, half-asleep and in a daze, felt a touch on his forehead. Instinctively, he reached out and held onto it, mumbling incoherently.
"Let go." Qing Teng, tasked by Qin Xue to change Gong Wuyou's dressing, was merely checking if he had a fever.
Unexpectedly, her hand was caught and not released, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off. Was this man still a patient? Why was he so strong?
If he had been awake, Qing Teng would have certainly slapped him.
How audacious of him to take liberties with her, Qing Teng. If he didn't deserve a slap, who would?
