Hearing Chen Rong say that many people in the art troupe had a fever, Qin Zheng's heart tightened and he asked, "So many of you have a fever at the same time, how are you doing now? Have you taken any antipyretic medicine?"
"Some people in the group brought medicine when they went out, and most of those with fevers have already taken it." Chen Rong said, "It's just that there are too many people with fevers, and with three meals a day, there's not enough medicine. We have to save it, and only take a pill when the fever is really unbearable. That's why the fever keeps coming back."
"Just transfer them out. There are doctors outside who can provide professional treatment for the patients."
Qin Zheng paused after he finished speaking, but he couldn't help asking, "By the way, how is Comrade Yan Jingwan now? Does she have a fever?"
Chen Rong's eyes flickered slightly, and she subconsciously pursed her lips before she smiled: "She... Jingwan is fine now. She also has a slight fever, but she brought her own medicine and took it with every meal, so compared to others, her condition is not particularly serious."
"Really?" Qin Zheng frowned slightly, not quite believing the truthfulness of Shen Rong's words.
Chen Rong nodded, but her eyes were a little evasive.
Qin Zheng then asked: "Where on the mountain are you taking shelter from the rain? Take me over to have a look."
Chen Rong hesitated a little and nodded: "It's not too far, just up there, I'll take you there."
Just as Qin Zheng was about to go up the mountain, Wang, the farm's accountant, walked over, patted Qin Zheng on the shoulder, and said, "Comrade soldier, this mountain is not safe. Our top priority now is to evacuate everyone. As for your friend... since the comrades in the art troupe aren't in serious condition, you don't need to make another special trip. It's a waste of time. It would be better to go back and organize a rescue team so that everyone can be sent to the hospital for professional treatment sooner. What do you think?"
Chen Rong also said: "Yes, Captain Qin. Everyone is doing well and can hold on. Otherwise, you should go back early to get some help. If you are worried about Jingwan, I will help you take care of her. But everything still has to be based on the overall situation."
Qin Zheng looked back at the mountain above, gritted his teeth, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll go back."
He looked at Chen Rong and said solemnly, "Comrade Yan Jingwan is left to your care."
Chen Rong nodded immediately: "Captain Qin, don't worry, Jing Wan is my friend, I will definitely take good care of her."
Qin Zheng took one last look at the people on the mountain, then turned around and ordered his soldiers to check the boats and prepare to return.
When we came here, we were not familiar with the water conditions and were going upstream, so our speed was very slow. On the way back, we followed the original route and went downstream, and in less than half an hour we were back to the high ground where the troops were stationed.
After returning to the army, Qin Zheng immediately organized personnel and ships, deployed relief supplies, and rushed back to the location of the art troupe and farm cadres as quickly as possible.
There were three medium-sized wooden boats, each of which could accommodate about ten people in addition to the rescue officers and soldiers.
The farm cadres were all waiting on the hillside. Once the boat arrived, they could get on board immediately. More than a dozen people filled the boat. Qin Zheng asked someone to send them away first.
Chen Rong and the head of the art troupe, Zhou Yalin, were also waiting at the foot of the mountain.
Zhou Yalin was obviously ill. She was very concerned about her image, and her short hair was messy, with red spots clearly visible at the roots.
Her lips were pale and bloodless, but there were two unhealthy blushes on her cheeks, and she looked dizzy and feverish.
Despite her sick body, Zhou Yalin reluctantly shook hands with Qin Zheng. Without saying anything more, she led her men up the mountain.
But she was too weak due to the fever, her legs were weak and she walked slowly. Chen Rong supported her, and they both walked unsteadily.
Qin Zheng said, "No, this is too slow. Captain Zhou, can I carry you on my back?"
Zhou Yalin didn't act pretentiously and nodded in agreement: "Please."
After obtaining Zhou Yalin's consent, Qin Zheng bent down and carried her on his back.
Zhou Yalin lay on Qin Zheng's back to show them the way. When they finally found the place where the art troupe was stationed, they found that the situation was far more serious than they had imagined.
In the makeshift tent covered with waterproof cloth, comrades of both sexes sat weakly together, with only a few standing properly.
Chen Rong said that only a part of the art troupe had a fever, but in fact, it was more than that. Except for a few people, everyone else had a fever.
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