Just at this moment, several soldiers who went to get quilts came back.
Song Tingwan asked them to spread two quilts on the ground, and after lifting Wu Yu up, she covered him with two more quilts.
Looking at this simple first aid equipment, Song Tingwan thought for a moment and set an alarm, as he would have to remove the needle for him soon.
It's almost done, the only drawback is that there is no way to give him oxygen.
He is in a coma now, so it is definitely unrealistic to give him an oxygen bottle.
Song Tingwan looked at the soldiers and said, "Give him artificial respiration every once in a while, just like your general did just now, pry his mouth open and blow air into it."
The soldiers looked at each other, and finally answered, "Yes!"
After Xiao Yunze left the main tent, he took a team of soldiers to dig around the camp.
Guan Shaoxian said that this kind of corpse must be buried very shallowly, and the body can be seen without much digging.
Sure enough, the soldiers dug shallowly, and after just a few changes of location, they found a rotting corpse...
Xiao Yunze led the team to find all the places with rotting corpses around the camp and marked them.
By the time we got back to the camp, it was already very late.
I didn’t see Song Tingwan or Hou Changfeng.
Xiao Yunze casually asked the soldier on guard and walked to the outside of the tent where Wu Yu was imprisoned according to the direction the soldier pointed.
There were a lot of people gathered outside, but no one spoke, they just stood there quietly.
While Xiao Yunze was wondering, someone noticed him and asked them to make way for him.
"Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
Xiao Yunze nodded to signal them to stand up, then walked towards the tent.
Why did Hou Changfeng bring Miss Song here?
Xiao Yunze had a bad feeling in his heart.
But when he lifted the curtain and walked into the tent, the scene he saw surprised him a little.
Wu Yu was wrapped in a quilt, and there were many unfamiliar things on the ground around him.
Song Tingwan was squatting beside him, his head buried in his knees, and seemed to be dozing off.
In the corner, Hou Changfeng was also squatting, not knowing what he was doing.
In the other corner, there was a pile of unknown liquid, which looked like vomit.
Xiao Yunze frowned and looked at the soldiers standing nearby. "What's going on?"
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