Just as Cheng Zhen had predicted, it didn't take more than a few minutes for the news that Cheng Zhen had contracted the plague and that the entire camp had been exposed to the source of the plague to reach the ears of everyone in the camp.

Everyone was filled with anxiety, after all, the news they had received was that this plague was terrifying, rapid and deadly!

Sun Sanhai and Wu Xuan became extremely busy, constantly preparing and delivering medicine to everyone in the camp.

However, this was just a rumor and had not been confirmed, so some people, such as those in Pingjiang, questioned its authenticity.

He was rigid and serious, only caring about evidence and facts: "I see that everyone is healthy and has no symptoms of infection at all. Where did this news come from? It's undermining morale. We should investigate the person spreading the rumors!"

Fang Zhaodong, sporting a swollen face, said, "It shouldn't be fake, right? Battalion Commander Chen has already ordered all the brothers who were out killing mutated plants and collecting Hundred-Petal Grass to come back! He also required them all to wear protective suits before returning!"

Someone chimed in, "Yeah, if things weren't so bad, it wouldn't have come to this, would it?"

"I heard that after our comrades withdrew from our camp, the battalion commander personally had a video call with the battalion commander of the second battalion, and then the second battalion took over the work in our camp's jurisdiction!"

If something hadn't happened, why would there be such a large-scale operation?

Hearing this, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

Just then, Sun Sanhai and Wu Xuan carried over a bucket filled with the juice of Bai Rui herbs. The smell was pungent and extremely unpleasant!

Fang Zhaodong was furious: "What is this thing? Who told you to bring it here? Get it away, get it away!"

Originally, everyone was just suspicious and unwilling to believe that they had been exposed to the source of the plague, but this herbal juice was like directly tearing off the fig leaf and presenting the truth to them.

Sun Sanhai is a typical petty bourgeois. Although he has been in the barracks for a while, he is still genuinely afraid of these ordinary soldiers.

But Wu Xuan was not afraid and said directly, "This is Battalion Commander Chen's order. The juice of the Hundred-Petal Herb can cure the plague!"

Upon hearing this, many people, including Fang Zhaodong, began to protest: "We don't have the plague! We won't take the medicine!"

"Exactly, why take medicine if you're not sick?!"

Wu Xuan tapped the bucket with a large iron ladle, making a crisp sound: "Treat the sick if you're sick, prevent the sick if you're not, it won't kill you!"

The chaos in the camp was all within Cheng Zhen's expectations. He instructed Yu Fen and Yu Yuan to have people keep a close watch on things from the shadows, while he himself returned to his dormitory, drank the medicine in one gulp, and immediately put on a mask.

Jiang Wan walked over, her gaze falling on him with scrutiny and suspicion: "You really contracted the plague? Were you attacked after I left?"

Cheng Zhen, being a typical man, was about to deny it subconsciously, but then he suddenly remembered something and stopped himself, turning around to look at her with a bitter expression:

"Yes, as soon as you left, a lot of people came. I was no match for them all, and I got pricked by someone. The needle was carrying the plague virus."

Those people confessed before he killed them.

"Didn't you pride yourself on being incredibly capable?" Jiang Wan gave him an idiotic look. How come something happened as soon as she left?

Then she opened her hand in front of him, and in her palm was a green bead, which was the green sap on the wall of the tree hole space, slowly condensing into a bead. She had just checked, and with this one, there were only three left.

Including the ones given to the American uncle and nephew and the dawn redwood tree, there were a total of five.

Cheng Zhen exaggeratedly widened her eyes, shrank back, and then asked, "What is this? Poison?"

Jiang Wan didn't say a word more, only raised her hand in front of him, as if to say, "Eat it or not, it's your own loss if you don't."

Cheng Zhen looked at it for a long time, and finally chose to believe her and ate it.

"Have you received any news from the US military?" she asked Cheng Zhen.

Cheng Zhen replied, "Not yet. I'll take you there as soon as I have any news."

He figured the results wouldn't be out for a while, so he figured he might as well take care of things at the camp that night!

"Okay, call me when you hear anything."

She was about to leave after she finished speaking when Cheng Zhen called out to her, "Where did you get this?"

Jiang Wan didn't say anything, only that "It's a rare find." Then she went back to her room and put the twins to bed.

Cheng Zhen nodded in understanding and then shut his mouth.

But he genuinely felt that eating this stuff made him feel even more comfortable than drinking herbal juice!

The burning sensation in my lungs and the itching in my throat all disappeared, as did the dizziness and discomfort in my limbs.

So, this stuff is more effective against plague than the Hundred-Petal Grass?

He thought of Mi Jun and Mi Mang's situation. They were able to recover after a good night's sleep, which was probably because they had taken the special medicine she gave them.

He stopped dwelling on that and needed to get down to business!

Not long after, Yu Fen sent a message: "Boss, that guy surnamed Fang is going to run away!"

Cheng Zhen's spirits lifted; they've finally arrived!

Now that he knows the entire camp has been exposed to the source of the plague, Fang Zhaodong will not remain inactive if he wants to survive!

Originally, it was thought that he might continue to lie in ambush here, at most arranging for his subordinates to leave, but unexpectedly, Fang Zhaodong himself was going to run away.

It was already late at night when Fang Zhaodong and his two trusted subordinates were quietly loading a vehicle with a variety of supplies, including crape myrtle, oxygen cylinders, protective suits, compressed biscuits, and water.

Even so, they weren't satisfied. One of the young soldiers asked, "Do you want to take some water peanuts with you? They don't taste very good, but at least they're fresh!"

"Yes, and the dawn redwood tree! That's our key to getting in the door, we can't forget it!"

Fang Zhaodong stood with his hands behind his back, watching them move their belongings, and nodded when he heard this: "Have the people over there been arranged?"

"Don't worry! We already had them..." His subordinate gestured, indicating that they had all been drugged and knocked out.

"Alright, go ahead, and be quick!" Fang Zhaodong immediately gave the order.

"Hey, brothers, busy at work?" Cheng Zhen walked in casually from outside, stood in front of them, and his aura expanded invisibly, gradually becoming oppressive. "What are you doing so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Fang Zhaodong and his group were all astonished. Hadn't they already put poison in his food?!

Why didn't he fall down?

To ensure absolute safety, the dosage they used was enough to knock out a cow!

Little did they know that their every move was being watched by Fen.

Poisoned soup?

Haha, I didn't drink a single drop!

Fang Zhaodong's men surrounded the truck and blocked its path.

Fang Zhaodong tried to calm himself down before pretending to be affected by his emotions during the day and questioned, "Cheng Zhen, didn't you go crazy enough during the day? Do you want to continue tonight? We're brothers in the same camp, aren't we? You've been so ruthless to me, you're afraid you won't be able to explain it to all the brothers in the camp, are you?"