"Young Master Qin, Young Master Qin, are you alright?"
Qin Ningyi leaned over. The cave was pitch black, but he could still see the pallor on the face of the person in charge.
As the last trace of blood drained away, he looked at the void with dulled eyes, still asking about his condition.
"I'm fine," Qin Ningyi's voice was muffled as he spoke these words.
The person in charge slowly curved his lips, but more blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Shen Wuyou desperately fed him hemostatic pills, but his body was like a bottomless pit; the pills went in but had no effect.
"It's no use, Doctor Shen, I can already see him."
The person in charge's voice was weak yet carried a hint of tenderness, as if the person before him was the one he cherished most.
Shen Wuyou knew it was useless. The impact of the bullet had already damaged his internal organs, but the more helpless he felt, the more he wanted to exhaust all efforts.
"The medicine, save it for someone who needs it more," the person in charge weakly pushed Shen Wuyou's arm. More blood gushed out, and he was extremely tired.
Qin Ningyi's eyes, hidden in the darkness, turned red. He clasped the person in charge's hand in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I will bring your remains back to the country and bury them with you."
He knew what the person in charge wanted most, and it was almost within reach. Guyan had already found a clue, and it wouldn't be long before...
"Good..."
The person in charge's voice was faint and hard to discern. He closed his eyes with satisfaction. Young Master Qin was a man of his word, and he could rest assured.
As he closed his eyes, the darkness before him seemed to vanish in an instant. That bright and resolute gaze was looking at him.
A burly man on the cliff looked around, then took out a lamp and studied a map for a while before deciding, under the persuasion of others, to go down to the bottom of the cliff to take a look.
The tall, thin man lazily said a few words and then followed.
Qin Ningyi listened to the commotion above, concealing all his emotions within his heart.
This night passed very slowly. Apart from the prolonged gunfire from the foot of the mountain in the latter half of the night, there were no other incidents. As dawn broke, Shen Wuyou discovered several rare plants deep inside the cave.
"Doctor Shen, is this also medicine?"
Someone asked in a low voice. Shen Wuyou nodded and carefully dug them up with a dagger. "This is rarely found in China. I'll take it back for..."
He paused halfway through when he saw Qin Ningyi approaching, "for the Little Medicine King to cultivate. Perhaps it can increase production, and then we'll have enough medicinal materials."
"The Little Medicine King?" They had been in Country B for a long time and weren't aware of every piece of news from China. They found such a title somewhat novel. "The Medicine Grandma?"
It was no wonder they remembered Medicine Grandma. She was a figure as famous as Farmer Grandpa, who had caused a global sensation. And under their brilliance, the title Little Medicine King had only circulated within China on a small scale.
"Not Medicine Grandma, but someone else who has achieved a certain level of success in medicinal plant cultivation." Shen Wuyou stopped there, his hands suddenly freezing.
Something hard?
He tentatively removed the obstruction, and a small bottle suddenly appeared.
Had someone been here before in this cave?
"This bottle..." Shen Wuyou dug out the bottle and hesitated as he examined it. Even buried in the soil, its crystal clarity was hard to conceal.
This was no ordinary bottle.
"Is it somewhat similar to yours?" Qin Ningyi took out the bottle Shen Wuyou had used earlier to store poisonous insects.
Shen Wuyou nodded, "But this one is more refined than mine."
Even without understanding materials, he could sense that the one in the cave was extraordinary, even better.
"What is this symbol?" Shen Wuyou frowned slightly, looking at the strange pattern on the bottle.
Qin Ningyi took the bottle and looked at it. He didn't recognize it, but it didn't look like any totem from Country B. "Let's take it back."
Although he could memorize any pattern he saw, the material of this bottle could be taken back for research, perhaps revealing some clues.
The presence of this item hidden in this place always made him feel that something was amiss, especially...
Qin Ningyi looked at the pile of bottles and jars his subordinates had dug out together.
Especially since there were so many of them.
Along with the bottles and jars, a corpse was also discovered. He clutched these bottles in his arms, hidden in the soil. Combined with the movement of one of his hands, it seemed he had buried himself here...
"Young Master Qin!" someone called out from above the cliff.
Someone recognized the voice of a comrade. "Young Master Qin, it's one of ours."
"It seems the plan has worked. Let's take care of the other side in one fell swoop!"
"It's better to finish them off, to accompany the boss in death."
Qin Ningyi responded to the call from above. A rope was lowered, and Qin Ningyi personally fastened the person in charge to the rope and took him out together.