Wen Nian and the others cleaned up the small battlefield and then moved fully armed.
In a bamboo forest in the middle of the deep mountains.
That was the meeting place they agreed with Qin Shu and Feng Hua.
Upon arriving at the destination, Song Yangling checked the surroundings to ensure safety before returning.
Lu Xiaoer carried a very simple medical kit, which wasn't fully stocked with medical supplies, but it was the only thing suitable for her to carry on her back.
She squatted in front of Wen Nian and Song Lili, inspected their injuries, and pursed her lips,
"Mr. President has only suffered superficial wounds. The cut on his leg isn't deep either, and the bleeding has stopped."
"His fight with Qing Luo was intense, could he have internal injuries?"
Song Lili leaned on a bamboo pole, supporting her weary body, with a look of hidden worry on her face.
"It doesn't seem like it right now."
