"Hold on!" Cheng Ziang stopped Luo'er's movement.
"What now?" Luo'er asked.
"Their bodies are already in bad shape; riding horses may be too much for them to bear," Cheng Ziang said with concern.
"So, what should we do?" Luo'er seemed very anxious by now.
"Take a carriage!" Cheng Ziang pointed at a carriage on the road.
"But that's not our carriage," Luo'er said.
"Hehe!" Faced with Luo'er's confusion, Cheng Ziang chuckled, then called two team members to follow him. They rode their horses across the road, blocking a carriage.
"What are you doing?" The carriage stopped, and an obese noble poked his head out, looking nervous as he asked.
"There are people in need of rescue. Please take them to the clinic in the Lipei suburbs!" Cheng Ziang said.
"Are you insane? What a joke. Let two slaves dirty my luxurious carriage? If they die, they die. People like them die in droves every day; why should I care about their lives!" the noble said angrily.