"Murder! Murder!"
Liu Qilong held his own hand and ran back home, trembling. He muttered, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
After all, he was not in the right.
Returning home, Liu Qilong touched the wide and deep wounds on his body with lingering fear.
The cotton clothes had been soaked in blood and had been exposed to low temperatures. At this moment, they had become hard and cold.
If it weren't for his son holding his arm and trembling, he wouldn't have realized that his son had more and deeper wounds than himself.
Ye Xingchen switched to the monitor screen and looked at the injuries on Liu Qilong's body.
Under such extremely low temperatures, a small wound was enough to take a person's life.
Tonight's scene meant that cracks had begun to appear in the rules of the civilized society that originally existed in this community.
Next, more and more inhumane things would happen.
After all, according to the broken window effect, once there was a collapse of order, more and more people would follow suit.
"Alas, it has nothing to do with me."
Ye Xingchen cleaned his ears and lay on the sofa, using his consciousness to survey the space.
He sighed and felt a sense of security.
While they were risking their lives for supplies, he was lying flat at home. It was really a sin.
After thinking about it, he took out a treadmill from his space.
Even though his safe house was as sturdy as a fortress, this was the end of the world. When everyone was out fighting for resources to become stronger, he could not slack off.
What if he got tired of staying in this safe house and wanted to go out for a walk?
However, they had to have a stronger physique than ordinary people to survive in this apocalypse.
After two beeps, Ye Xingchen picked up his phone and realized that Liu Qilong had sent a message in the group chat.
Liu Qilong and his son were covered in wounds. Under the baptism of the cold wind, the wounds had already scabbed over. However, the flesh on both sides of the wounds had been frozen purple, and they could not even feel pain.
In such cold weather, the wound would not become inflamed for a while, but it would be worse.
Just like what Liu Qilong and his son were experiencing right now.
Due to the extremely low temperature, the wounds were directly exposed to the air, and their nerves were numb. Even the blood that seeped out quickly solidified due to the low temperature. If the muscles around the wounds were not treated in time, they would die. In fact, if it was even more serious, the wounds on their hands, feet, and feet might die, and it might even cause the nerves in their entire arms or thighs to die.
In this apocalyptic world, it was self-evident what a physical disability meant.
"Do you have any medicine? I beg you! My son was naughty today and accidentally fell on the broken glass!"
"We don't have much medicine at home. Please, do you have any hemostatic medicine or anti-inflammatory medicine?"
"My son has lost too much blood! Please save my son!"
Liu Qilong didn't mention that he was also injured.
Because he knew that since he had the idea of robbing Zhang Yi's supplies, others might be eyeing his family covetously.
In his own home, there were all the old, weak, women, and children, and the only one who had some combat power and deterrence was himself.
He was afraid that if others found out that he was also seriously injured, they would go to his door and snatch the supplies without caring about anything.
"I beg you! If not for the fact that there was no other way! I wouldn't have come here to beg you without even caring about my pride!"
The people in the owner group had different expressions.
But there was no doubt that no one was willing to give the few medicines they had at home to Liu Qilong.
After all, the heavy snow showed no signs of stopping, and the rescue that the officials had agreed on a few days ago had yet to take place.
Even the so-called official manager, Zhang Yi, did not say a word after collecting a lot of resources.
No one knew what would happen to them if they generously gave the medicine to Liu Qilong.
"Uncle Liu, is the child alright?"
"Oh my god, Uncle Liu, is the kid's condition serious?"
"Ah, why are you still so playful in this weather? I really don't feel at ease."
"Yes, yes. Fortunately, my child is sensible. Otherwise, what if he gets hurt?"
Liu Qilong's face alternated between green and white. The group chattered, but no one paid attention to him.
"Help! Please save my son! Liu Jing, Little Liu, weren't you a medical student before? I beg you! Please save my son!"
"@West District 672-Fang Hui, Little Fang, I remember that your family is in the medical equipment industry! Please, do you have any anti-inflammatory drugs at home? Can you give some to Uncle Liu? Uncle Liu will definitely thank you properly after the heavy snow!"
"Ah, Uncle Liu, I-I bought my degree. My father donated a building to the school in exchange for it…How can I save your son?"
"Uncle Liu, it's useless for you to look for me! My family makes medical equipment, but my family doesn't have medicine!"
"Uncle Liu, I'm really sorry. It's not that I don't want to help you, but I really don't have the ability."
"That's right, Uncle Liu. I'm really sorry. We're not doctors and can't help you."
The two people who were named by Liu Qilong echoed each other, but at this moment, Liu Qilong already felt like he couldn't muster any strength.
He gritted his teeth and pressed the voice button. His voice sounded like he was crying."I beg you, can someone save my son? As long as you can save my son, I'll kowtow to you!"
At this moment, a woman named Lin Sijia sent a message to the group.
"How is this, Uncle Liu? You can send the child to me and I'll take a look at him. However, I can't guarantee that I can cure him."
When Ye Xingchen saw Lin Sijia's message, the image of a woman with long hair and glasses immediately appeared in her mind.
If she didn't come out and say this, Ye Xingchen wouldn't have remembered that she had a schoolmate who lived in this neighborhood.
However, she did not live in the villa area on this side. Instead, she lived in the building beside the villa area.
Lin Sijia had been assigned to the First Affiliated Hospital of Jinghai University during her internship, which meant that her professional knowledge was excellent.
In her previous life, she had used her medical knowledge to save many people.
She was also one of the few good people in the entire community. At least, Ye Xingchen did not see her before he was dismembered and breathed his last breath.
She kept a low profile and did not talk in the group usually, so no one knew that there was an intern hiding in her neighborhood.
If she hadn't heard Uncle Liu's voice that sounded like he was about to cry, she probably wouldn't have said such a sentence in the group.
At this moment, Liu Qilong seemed to have grabbed onto a life-saving straw. He thanked her repeatedly in the group and hurriedly wrapped his tattered clothes tightly around himself. He dragged his son to the address that Liu Sijia had given him.
After an hour, Liu Qilong's anxious voice sounded in the group again.
"I beg everyone to help! Who has any hemostatic drugs, antibiotics, alcohol, and disinfectant in their house?"