"Then let's go."
Yuan Yu decisively put away the knife and followed Ni Ji to see their father, Nilo, who was the one shot.
"Wait, I'm coming too." Xu Qinglang, freed, caught up and said with effort, "I'm a doctor as well."
Nilo lay on the bed, only wearing pants, his upper body exposed, his complexion flushed, looking not well.
Xu Qinglang looked at Nilo. He wasn't clear about the previous danger, but he could guess roughly. Seeing him burning up, he knew it was a high fever caused by an infected wound that was already festering when they previously treated Nilo.
"Doctor, how's my dad?" Ni Ji asked anxiously, looking at Yuan Yu with worry.
They had fought with others over a batch of goods, and his father, Nilo, had been seriously injured, his life hanging by a thread.
"You've delayed too long. Even though I've cleaned the wound again, it's still infected. We need to reduce the fever and disinfect the wound again."
