Once the matter was settled, Zhang Shi summoned Lao Bai and Xiao Mei, and together they carried Zhao Feng into the house. After carefully cleaning up the spoils of war on the battlefield, he immediately contacted Wu Qing and Ge Dalong.

Soon, the two arrived using the magical power of the Traveler's Journal. Wu Qing carried a large medical bag filled with all sorts of medical instruments, clearly for any unforeseen needs.

Before Zhang Shi could speak, Wu Qing noticed Zhao Feng, who was unconscious on the sofa, and hurriedly went over to check on him.

Ge Dalong's face was full of doubt, so Zhang Shi recounted in detail his encounter with the three bald men. Ge Dalong was somewhat surprised after listening.

"I didn't expect that an organization had already begun to expand its influence. Your place has been exposed, and your life from now on will probably be difficult."

Zhang Shi shook his head slightly, his expression resolute.

"It doesn't matter. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. There's no such thing as absolute safety in this wilderness, especially since the extreme heat disaster has just struck and temperatures will continue to rise. I don't believe they can endure the heat to come seeking revenge anytime soon."

After a thorough examination, Wu Qing came to a conclusion.

"He only suffered a mild concussion and is fine. He should wake up soon."

Wu Qing then began treating Zhao Feng's wounds. The outside temperature was extremely high, and if the wounds were not treated properly and became infected, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Hearing that Zhao Feng was alright, Zhang Shi finally felt relieved, only then realizing the sharp pain in his calf. Ge Dalong noticed Zhang Shi's grimacing expression and discovered that his trouser leg was soaked in blood.

Zhang Shi rolled up his trouser leg, revealing a bloody, mangled wound. It was caused by being bombarded by a musket, with many grains of sand embedded in his flesh, making the wound a horrifying sight.

"Wu Qing, come here quickly!"

Ge Dalong was startled and immediately called for Wu Qing to come and treat the wound. Such a large wound, in the wilderness where medical resources were scarce, could easily lead to serious problems.

Wu Qing glanced at Zhang Shi's wound and couldn't help but frown.

"Don't be careless, this is not a simple superficial injury."

Zhang Shi smiled nonchalantly, trying to soothe her nervousness. However, Wu Qing raised her hand to interrupt him, then took out a complete set of medical equipment from her backpack.

"Prepare for surgery; your wound needs to be treated as soon as possible."

...

Zhang Shi lay on the sofa, an ice pack under his legs to ease the pain, with two oil lamps beside him for illumination. Wu Qing put on gloves, holding a scalpel in one hand and tweezers in the other, carefully treating Zhang Shi's wound.

Zhang Shi felt waves of intense pain and could only grit his teeth, forcing himself to remain silent. Xiao Mei, relying on her vast medical knowledge, became Wu Qing's capable assistant.

About an hour later, the surgery finally ended. Even Zhao Feng woke up, looking at Zhang Shi's wound with eyes full of pity.

Wu Qing applied a layer of mysterious plant juice to Zhang Shi's calves, then wrapped them in gauze and gave him instructions.

"As always, try to avoid strenuous exercise to prevent the wound from reopening and affecting recovery."

Zhang Shi glanced at the dozen or so grains of sand that had been removed from the iron plate, still feeling lingering fear.

"Luckily you dodged quickly; if you had been hit, it would have been a real disaster."

Zhao Feng was also shaken by the experience. Recalling the battle, he regretted underestimating his opponent.

Ge Dalong picked up the musket he had seized from the bald man and examined it closely.

"This is a genuine handgun, with a considerable amount of gunpowder. I suspect that the so-called Eagle Regiment may possess key raw materials for making gunpowder, such as sulfur or saltpeter."

Zhao Feng added.

"Yes, that blond guy also threw a homemade explosive, which was just as powerful as Wu Qing's red chili pepper. The situation was really critical."

Zhang Shi also sensed the difficulty of the situation. If their opponents had truly advanced to the age of firearms, with everyone armed with muskets and explosives, then their stone walls alone would likely not hold out for long.

Zhang Shi couldn't help but start considering the possibility of moving again, to avoid this storm for now.

After he expressed his concerns, Wu Qing smiled and comforted him.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Have you forgotten? You're still number one on the leaderboard this time. If that Bell really had developed into the age of firearms, he would probably have left the other survivors far behind."

Zhang Shi nodded, finding Wu Qing's words to be reasonable. He then remembered the jeep driven by the three bald men, so he called everyone to the yard and took the vehicle out of his backpack.

The appearance of the jeep instantly caught the attention of Wu Qing and Ge Dalong. This futuristic device intrigued them.

Zhang Shi pointed to the car and shared its attributes.

[Jeep (Purple): A standard vehicle with powerful engine, but its main drawback is high fuel consumption.]

"It's impossible for anyone to manufacture this at this stage. I guess it's either a system reward or something you get from a treasure chest."

Then he pointed to the fuel tank.

"It still runs on gasoline. I only found one can of gasoline in their watches, so I guess their reserves aren't much."

Ge Dalong stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought, and said...

"His equipment is quite luxurious. The guy you took down wasn't a small fry; he must have been a leader at least."

Zhang Shi nodded, then remembered the heatstroke medicine, so he handed the small blue pill from his backpack to Wu Qing and asked her to check it.

Wu Qing glared at him, her tone tinged with reproach.

"I'm not a lab machine. Do you think I can analyze the ingredients just by looking at them?"

Zhang Shi awkwardly withdrew his hand and explained to everyone.

“I heard from Baldy’s group that this stuff is called a heat-relieving medicine, and it seems to be able to relieve the heat. I guess that’s one of the reasons why they can explore outside in the sweltering heat.”

Ge Dalong glanced at the regional channel and said.

"No one in our area has encountered any other survivors invading. It seems that the Eagle Gang's expansion is only on a small scale. You were just unlucky and happened to be near that bald guy's shelter, which is why you encountered what happened today."

Zhang Shi stroked the bald man's wristwatch, his tone carrying a hint of coldness.

"Hmph, no matter what, this feud is now set in stone. If they behave themselves for a while, that'll be fine, otherwise..."

Zhang Shi didn't continue speaking, but instead glanced at the Traveler's Journal on the table. The cooldown for forced teleportation was about to expire, and a surge of impulse welled up within Zhang Shi; he wanted to teleport to Bell for a cathartic revenge.

However, Wu Qing stopped him from acting impulsively.

“You’re not that crazy Chen Hu, why would you risk teleporting to someone else’s territory? What if they have some tricks up their sleeve? You could easily find yourself in danger.”

Zhang Shi was only acting out of anger. After calming down, he knew he couldn't just teleport over to seek revenge. After all, the opponent was the second-ranked survivor on the leaderboard. One wrong move and he might turn from a seeker of revenge into the prey delivered to their doorstep.