Lu Yizhou dragged them to the nearest cave and leaned the man against the wall as he rummaged through the qiankun pouch[1] his sleeves for… for anything. He threw away a pack of talismans, a jade plaque, a money pouch, more money pouches, a few sets of similar robes he wore, wooden trinkets like the toy that a three years old children would play, until the end when his temper almost exploded due to frustration, he finally dug out a bag of medicine, pills and ointments. The pristine way the bag was tied told Lu Yizhou that, whatever his current identity might be, he seemed to not need these things often, opting to save it in the very bottom of his sleeves.
Well, that was good. It meant that all the medicines were brand new.
He touched the man's hand and frowned at the heat that emanated from it. Lu Yizhou measured his forehead and without a doubt, he had already started to contract a fever. His pale lips almost turned blue.
