Chapter 144: Ye Heng Shares Medical Supplies

Brother Ye Heng, how's your side? I still have some hemostatic powder here; quickly give it to your teammates to share.

Song Zhi handed a small box to Ye Heng, and only then did he notice that the blood of the most seriously injured little brother had actually stopped.

Zhang Chaoran's thigh had been slit with a deep gash, and he knew how hard such a wound was to stop bleeding.

But now, the blood had actually stopped, and the wound was also bandaged well.

Moreover, Song Zhi simultaneously discovered that the bandages Ye Heng's group were using were brand new, and there was plenty of disinfectant for cleaning wounds.

For a moment, Song Zhi felt his gesture was somewhat redundant.

At the same time, he was secretly astonished: how could the precious supplies in Ye Heng's hands be richer than those of their B-rank upper-citizen exploration team?

Song Zhi still held the posture of offering the medicine box, but his eyes were fixed tightly on the bandages and saline in Ye Heng's hands.

Ye Heng did not accept the medicine box, but instead said to Song Zhi:

"Team Captain Song, leave the hemostatic powder for your brothers to use; you don't need to worry about us."

Ye Heng was still very grateful to Song Zhi and his group.

At least up to now, their team's quality is high; they haven't looked down on us dust civilians just because they are upper citizens, and along the way Song Zhi has taken great care of us four.

Moreover, after that battle just now, the danger level had long exceeded the four of us's ability to resist.

If it weren't for Song Zhi leading his team to fight desperately while guarding us, battling mutant beasts on one side and caring for us four on the other, we would likely have been wiped out by now.

Therefore, Ye Heng felt especially grateful toward Song Zhi.

He thought for a moment and said:

"These bandages, saline, and disinfectant, Team Captain Song, take them for your brothers to use; we're few in number and won't need this much."

Saying this, Ye Heng handed over several rolls of bandages, a bottle of saline, and a small bottle of iodophor to Song Zhi, without further explanation for the rest.

Song Zhi's eyes gleamed as he fixed his gaze on the items in Ye Heng's hands; these medical supplies are expensive inside the Special Zone, and even a team like theirs, a B-rank exploration squad, would only use repeatedly washed cloth strips to bandage wounds.

As for stopping bleeding from wounds, they could only use the lowest-grade powder.

This powder is not only highly irritating; applying it can make a tough-as-iron man grit his teeth in pain, and its effect is still poor.

But it's better than nothing.

As for those wound-cleansing liquids that work very well, they are practically unobtainable; a single use costs a huge amount, so most people just grit their teeth and bear the injury.

For exploration team members like them who are constantly fighting outdoors, getting injured is routine; when the injury is severe, just being able to pull through is considered good luck.

If they can't pull through, they just die.

Anyway, there's not much to cling to in this world…

Seeing Song Zhi not taking it, Ye Heng stood up, actively shoved the items into his embrace, and said:

"Keep it, Team Captain Song; if it weren't for you and your teammates fighting desperately just now, we four would have been dead long ago—I really didn't expect you to be so loyal."

Ye Heng spoke bluntly, and Song Zhi, upon hearing it, also felt moved.

"These days, people mostly just accept their fate, but I, Song Zhi, am a person of principle; since I invited you to explore together, I won't let you come to harm as long as I haven't fallen."

"Then I'll accept these supplies, and thank you on behalf of my brothers."

Song Zhi patted Ye Heng's shoulder, feeling grateful, then hurried back to his own camp and placed the items in front of his teammates.

"Quickly, Brother Ye Heng gave us some better medical supplies; you few with serious injuries, try them out quickly."

The teammates curiously stared at the several rolls of bandages and two bottles; one person saw the transparent bottle labeled saline and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"This saline, I've seen A-rank exploration team members use it; it's said to be very effective for wound treatment and can prevent infection."

"Are they all using this kind of bandage to wrap wounds? This bandage's quality is absolutely top-notch; we can only use washed old clothes as bandage strips—how can these few dust civilians have such good stuff?"

For a moment, the teammates' hearts were filled with mixed feelings.

One teammate who looked particularly sharp couldn't help but glance at Song Zhi, thought for a moment, and said:

"Captain, I've never asked in detail, but why must you insist on inviting Ye Heng to explore together? His spatial ability is indeed something we need, but if we go to the guild and post a mission, we could certainly recruit an awakened with spatial ability."

"Yeah, Captain, the conditions you promised them are too generous—splitting the found supplies evenly between the two teams—isn't that a bit unfair? Clearly we contributed the most, and we also provided the coordinates for the supplies."

Although the teammates didn't voice their confusion in front of Ye Heng and his group, these dissatisfactions had been quietly hidden in their hearts, and now they finally had a chance to speak up.

Song Zhi, however, gave them a dark glare and warned:

"Keep it down; gossiping behind people's backs is not glorious, and I have my own plans for inviting Brother Ye Heng."

"Don't you notice? Luo Song's attitude toward Ye Heng is practically more respectful than toward the Special Zone Chief; he's definitely a hidden expert, so you'd better not offend him."

Hearing this, the teammates all fell silent, none daring to say more.

Back then, they went to the watchtower several times trying to get Luo Song to lend them some manpower, but he ignored them while being courteous to Ye Heng, so they made many guesses at the time.

Now it seems that Ye Heng is indeed extraordinary.

Several people gathered to study the saline and iodophor for a while, then helped each other clean and bandage the wounds.

After the procedure, everyone was quite surprised.

"It really works; it's much stronger than the powder developed by our Special Zone medical team, and using it actually relieved the pain."

One teammate, facing the half‑bottle of remaining saline, licked his lips.

"Captain, I—I feel so thirsty my mouth is flat; I want to take a sip of this saline, may I?"

Seeing this transparent, impurity‑free water, everyone couldn't help but swallow.

Although they brought enough supplies when they came, to cut costs they brought the cheapest water from the Special Zone grocery store—full of impurities, with a bad taste, and very unpleasant to drink.

The brothers, after the recent battle, were already hungry and thirsty again.

Now, after catching their breath, they had also bled, feeling a bit weak, and urgently needed to replenish energy.

Song Zhi scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said:

"Isn't this stuff for treating wounds? Can you just drink it casually?"

A teammate whispered: "I've heard saline can be drunk; why don't I give it a try?"

Song Zhi shook his head, grabbed the saline bottle, stood up, and said:

Wait, I'll go ask Brother Ye Heng; this stuff is precious—don't let us waste it, and don't get sick from eating it.

Everyone's medical and pharmacological common knowledge is almost nonexistent; after the apocalypse, many people who never received civilized-era education have become semi-illiterate.

Whether physiological saline can be taken orally, they completely don't know, and they also dare not gamble.