Chapter 302: Using Medical Supplies to Save Zeng Yan

Ye Heng felt his heart sink the more he listened, unable to resist quickening his steps.

At the passage's end, a space was cordoned off with cloth; everyone crowded outside, looks dejected, many women already wiping tears.

Ye Heng faintly saw Zeng Yan lying inside; a faint foul smell drifted out, mixed with a hint of bloodiness, the odor pungent.

Ye Heng, however, had no time for these; he quickly walked over.

Seeing this, the crowd made way, occasionally glancing at Ye Heng.

This stranger seems to be the person in charge of the shelter that Zeng Yan mentioned earlier.

Really unexpected, he actually came in person.

Ye Heng approached Zeng Yan, the smell grew stronger.

He quickly glanced at Zeng Yan's wounds, mostly on chest and back; they were indeed infected and festering, rotting flesh turned outward, looking somewhat terrifying.

Ye Heng also considered himself accustomed to such scenes; compared to Zhang Chaoran's previous injury, this one is not as severe.

After thinking, Ye Heng turned his head and shouted outward.

"Who among you is a doctor?"

After Ye Heng's words, a middle-aged woman walked out of the crowd; though she looked frail, one could tell she was highly educated, her gaze firm as she said:

"I have examined Zeng Yan's condition; fortunately, his lungs and viscera are unharmed, only external wounds."

"But you also see, conditions are harsh, plus lack of water and resources, wound infection is severe, even external wounds are hard to treat."

After speaking, the female doctor sighed, looking at the unconscious Zeng Yan, her mood heavy.

"His condition is dire; logically I should immediately cut away the rotting flesh, but given his current state, he might not endure it."

"No anesthesia, no sanitary conditions; making those cuts would undoubtedly be adding fuel to the fire, worsening the injury."

Ye Heng listened and listened, but instead hope ignited in his heart.

"Not having damaged the viscera means there is still hope!"

Ye Heng quickly took a deep breath, then said to Zhang Yuan and his sister standing outside:

"One of you go inside to help, the other stay outside to help me pull the cloth shut, forbidding anyone from approaching; I will treat Zeng Yan."

As soon as Ye Heng finished speaking, everyone's expression changed, especially those adults who had actually seen Zeng Yan's grim state, feeling shocked inside.

"Even the team's professional doctor is helpless; how dare this person claim he can treat?"

"Unless he has precious medicine on him!"

Without waiting for the crowd to question, Zhang Yuan already took action.

He instructed his sister to guard outside, then he entered the tent, frowning as he stared at Zeng Yan's wound.

Only a few days have passed, yet this wound has worsened again.

He can hardly imagine that it has come to this extent; what solution could Ye Heng possibly have?

Soon, the tent was completely enclosed, the torn cloth fully blocking outsiders' view; everyone could only stare at Zhang JiaJia anxiously.

Ye Heng, while taking medical supplies from his space, said to the female doctor:

"Please use these medical supplies I provided to treat Zeng Yan; if anything else is lacking, you can tell me and I'll check if I have it."

After Ye Heng's words, several bottles and jars appeared before him.

Medical alcohol, iodine povidone—these naturally are present; Lin Meng gave various targeted medicines, such as fever reducers, anti-inflammatories, which he also took out.

Also there were clean gauze and some drinking water, all piled to one side.

Ye Heng's actions were fully seen by Zhang Yuan and the female doctor.

Thus, both were greatly shocked, watching him produce so many precious supplies at once, they dared not breathe, fearing it was all an illusion.

Only after Ye Heng finished speaking did the female doctor react, hurriedly examining each item, growing more excited the more she looked.

"These are all medicines from the civilized era, and none have expired; such precious supplies, are you really willing to contribute them?"

Ye Heng nodded without hesitation, and said:

"I greatly admire Zeng Yan; since I have it, I naturally will not stand by and watch him die."

Upon hearing this, the female doctor almost wanted to kneel to Ye Heng on the spot, but she had more important things to do now, so she quickly composed herself and took out several small knives.

She first glanced at Zeng Yan's wound, thought a moment, then said:

"Do you have any physiological saline for cleaning the wound?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Heng hurriedly took out the physiological saline from his space.

This contains plenty of salt; he and his team now use it as an energy-replenishing drink.

Also there is glucose water given by Lin Meng, also good for quickly replenishing energy.

Seeing the two large bottles of physiological saline, the female doctor finally smiled, her confidence boosted.

She managed to feed the fever-reducing medicine to Zeng Yan, then had Zhang Yuan help give him some water.

Although Zeng Yan was unconscious, he had not yet reached the point of being beyond saving; the medicine and water were swallowed.

Afterward, the female doctor began cleaning Zeng Yan's wound, also disinfecting the tools, helping him remove the rotting flesh.

Zeng Yan was awakened by the pain; in a daze he saw Ye Heng and instantly became excited.

"Ye Heng, is it you? I beg you, can you take in others? I, I will definitely find a way to repay you in my next life."

Hearing this, those outside the tent could not hold back tears welling up, each covering their faces and weeping.

Upon hearing this, Ye Heng also felt moved, grasping Zeng Yan's hand to voice comfort.

"Since I've come, you won't die; don't speak for now, cooperate with treatment, you'll surely be fine."

Zeng Yan's consciousness was not clear; he only heard a buzzing in his ears and felt piercing pain throughout his body, making it impossible for him to focus.

The female doctor had already treated most of it; her movements were very skilled, evidently she had done this many times before.

Finally, the rotting flesh was completely cleaned; she again performed disinfection and wound cleansing.

Finally, applying the Yunnan Baiyao recommended by Ye Heng, the powder was sprinkled on; Zeng Yan winced in pain, gritting his teeth.

But in less than a minute, that piercing pain vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief and freshness.

He finally felt as if he had set down a burden, and he drew a deep, heavy breath.

All that remained was for the female doctor to bandage his wound, after which the treatment would be complete.

In less than ten minutes, Zeng Yan's fever broke; he felt much lighter, and his consciousness finally cleared.

Seeing this, the female doctor was instantly excited.

"The effect of this medicine is also too good!"

But she quickly thought of a problem: a drug with such outstanding efficacy might be a holy medicine, and even the major special zones have very few of them.

And in order to treat Zeng Yan, she didn't spare its use—she even used up two large bottles of saline solution.

With such extravagant use of medicine, how could she possibly afford it?

Zeng Yan gradually came to, feeling no pain in his body; while his mind was greatly shaken, he still didn't forget to confirm whether the person before him was really Ye Heng.

"Ye Heng, is it really you?"

Ye Heng nodded with a smile and pointed to Zhang Yuan beside him.

"He told me your condition, so I had him bring me to find you. I heard you're willing to lead your team to join my Bi Hu Suo? Then get well quickly—I'm waiting for you!"