"Boss, he's dying!" In the commoners' group, a man ran to the leader as he pointed at another man who was lying in a corner motionlessly. They were in a two-story building in a town at the time. The superpowered ones occupied the second floor, leaving the first floor for the commoners.
"We can't help him. There's no healing power possessor upstairs, and we've run out of medicine." The leader glanced at that man, then turned his eyes away sullenly. He couldn't tell how many people had fallen sick and died. The journey was long and difficult, and the weather was cold. The weaker people got sick, and were never healed.
Wang Jian, the leader, turned his eyes away as he thought for a moment, then gave that sick man another glance. After that, he turned to the others and said, "Let's stay here for a couple of days. I'll lead a squad to visit the pharmacies in this town and see if we can find any useful drugs."
