"Hmm, this Prefect Yang is truly a rare talent. The court officials have only been here a short time, yet he had already begun making arrangements long ago. No wonder His Majesty values ​​them so much; his foresight is something we military men can hardly match!"

Huang Zhong couldn't help but admire Yang Biao's talent. No wonder these Wuhuan people were not afraid of them, but were even so friendly. This alone showed how simple Yang Biao was.

"Haha~ Hansheng, there's no need to be so self-deprecating! His Majesty has said that civil and military affairs should complement each other. Without the support of us military people, it won't be so easy for those civil officials to make moves!!"

Ma Teng laughed loudly. Although he admired Yang Biao very much, he did not think he was inferior to those literati.

"Hehe~ Shoucheng is right!"

Huang Zhong nodded, looked up at the sky, and saw that it was almost 9 AM. He then said, "Alright, let's make arrangements for the wounded and sick brothers first, and then let the brothers rest as soon as possible so that we can continue our journey tonight!"

"Um!"

Ma Teng nodded, and then ordered his men to arrange for the wounded and sick soldiers to be housed in the tribe.

The elder then arranged for women from the tribe to take meticulous care of the soldiers one-on-one. Whether the elder did this intentionally or not, almost all the women who took care of the soldiers were young, single women from the tribe.

After they were settled, Huang Zhong and the others gathered together.

Ma Teng looked at Huang Zhong with concern, "Hansheng, I see those sick brothers with flushed faces and burning fevers. Do you think they've contracted typhoid fever, as some of the doctors at the medical school mentioned...?"

"I'm not entirely sure either!"

Huang Zhong frowned and shook his head.

The elder from the tribe approached the group and, after overhearing their conversation, hesitated before saying:

"Generals, I think those children seem to be suffering from a feverish illness."

"Oh? The old man also knows medicine?"

Huang Zhong looked at the old man with surprise, and his words became much more polite.

The old man quickly shook his head and laughed, "I only know a little. The temperature here is much lower than in the Han Dynasty. Many merchants who came and went often fell ill because of this, and their symptoms were almost the same as those of the soldiers!"

"A merchant? You mean a merchant came here before?"

Gongsun Zan narrowed his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. He keenly caught an unusual message in the old man's words.