Pu Weichao asked, "It's not over yet, so what's next?"

I turned to look at him and said, "Wait, the wound is mostly healed and shouldn't get infected again. He's taken antibiotics, and if his temperature returns to normal by tomorrow morning, he should be fine. So, let's wait."

Pu Weichao nodded blankly.

I took my backpack and went outside, where I saw Gao Feng struggling to treat his wound.

Actually, his wound was still quite serious. I went to his side and said, "Let me do it."

"Thank you." Gao Feng did not refuse.

After cleaning his wound, I stitched it up with two stitches, put on gauze, and then gave him an antibiotic pill, saying, "Take one if you feel uncomfortable later, otherwise don't take it."

"Okay, I understand." Gao Feng nodded, then asked, "I'll bring the people down the mountain up tomorrow; it's too dangerous at night."

"You've made up your mind, I have no objection," I said.

I followed Pu Weichao outside the restaurant and sat down on a chair. Pu Weichao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave me one, and after lighting it, I took a puff and felt much better.

I asked, "Where is Wu Shuang? Is she asleep?"

When Pu Weichao heard my question, the hand holding the cigarette froze in mid-air. He remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

Gao Feng had previously told me that there were two other people in the scenic area besides Fei Lichao. I figured that since Pu Weichao was here, Wu Shuang must be here too.

Pu Weichao gave a bitter smile and said, "Wu Shuang... she's dead."

(End of this chapter)