Yi Chuanchuan approached the nearest military doctor, who was his uncle. "Uncle, could you please take a look at them? Otherwise, they might die."
The doctor's brows were deeply furrowed. "Is it really that serious?"
Thinking of their condition, Yi Chuanchuan described, "They're pale, lips are white, sweating profusely, and still feel cold despite being wrapped in blankets."
Realizing the gravity, the doctor agreed, "Let's have a look."
They quickly made their way to the tents of Rong Shenning and Du Zhaolin.
"Cough, cough, cough…"
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Both were coughing violently, as if competing, which sounded distressing.
Du Zhaolin urged, "Doctor, quick, check me out. I feel cold one moment and hot the next, like I'm in an ice and fire ordeal. It's unbearably uncomfortable."
The doctor, with knitted brows, approached Du Zhaolin and checked his pulse.
