"I'm personally willing to give up the race, but this is a significant matter, it's not for me alone to decide. The rest of you, state your positions, and someone go ask the farmer's brother how he feels. We can't drag this out, we need to make a decision immediately. Luo Zheng's injuries are getting worse; any delay is untenable. Missing the optimal treatment window could be just as troublesome." The scholar said earnestly, his eyes filled with determination as he looked at the unconscious Luo Zheng.
"I agree to give up the race. I'll go talk to the farmer and bring down some medicine and water. Keep an eye on him." The gardener exchanged a knowing look with Monk, nodding firmly before standing up and leaving. The gardener couldn't bear to exchange his comrades' well-being for honor.
"I agree too," Monk stated resolutely. The gardener, who had only left a few steps away, stopped, and the three exchanged a knowing look, then smiled. A strong sense of camaraderie spread among them.
