After handing it over to the system, the three brothers knelt down and begged for forgiveness

After all, supplies are scarce on the battlefield and everyone is hungry. These buns are rare for Qiao Qiao, so how can he have the nerve to ask for them!

So Wang Qi waved his hand, wanting to refuse, and said, "No, no, this is too precious, you can keep it for yourself."

Nan Qiao quickly said, "I still have some. This bun is my way of thanking you for saving my life. Don't refuse it. Eat it quickly. How can we continue fighting on an empty stomach?"

After hearing Nan Qiao's words, Wang Qi hesitated for a long time, but finally he slowly reached out his hand and took the steamed bun that exuded an enticing aroma.

However, he did not eat it immediately as Nan Qiao expected. Instead, he held the bun tightly, turned around and ran towards the logistics department.

Nan Qiao was puzzled and hurried over. Once they arrived at the logistics department, Wang Qi came straight to a simple bed where a severely injured soldier lay, wrapped in thick bandages, revealing only a pale and bloodless face.

Wang Qi quickly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and gently handed the bun in his hand to the injured soldier. With a hint of urgency, he said, "Hurry, eat a bun to fill your stomach."

The injured soldier opened his eyes slightly and saw the bun being handed to him, but he shook his head weakly. His voice was as weak as a candle in the wind and he said, "I... I might be dying soon. Such a good thing... you should keep it for yourself."

"This...this might be my last breath. It would be a waste to eat it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qi's eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up in them. He cried, "What are you talking about! If you hadn't saved me, would you have ended up like this? What's the point of living or not living? You absolutely can't die! You have to get better. We still have to beat the crap out of those soldiers together!"

As he spoke, his hands trembled as he forced the bun into the injured soldier's hand, as if the soldier would get better immediately if he ate the bun.

Nan Qiao saw this and hurried forward, asking Wang Qi with concern, "What happened to him? The situation doesn't look good."

Wang Qi's eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs as he said, "He is my good friend Zhao Erwa. He was injured on the battlefield while trying to save me, but our medical team is really out of medicine."

"His wounds have become infected and festered. The medic just came to check on him and said that if he can't get medicine, he...he might die."

As he spoke, Wang Qi couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes again. He was anxious but helpless.

When Nan Qiao heard this, he quickly stepped forward without saying a word, quickly opened his backpack, and took out a first aid kit from it.

She took the first aid kit and squatted down beside Zhao Erwa's bed, carefully untying the dirty bandages wrapped around his body.

The wound emitted an unpleasant smell, the surrounding skin and flesh were red and swollen, and pus was constantly oozing out, which looked extremely scary.

Nan Qiao frowned slightly, but there was no hesitation in the movements of his hands.

She first used clean gauze dipped in medicine to gently clean Zhao Erwa's wound, wiping off the pus and dirt bit by bit, then carefully applied medicine to him, and finally re-bandaged it with a new bandage.

Throughout the whole process, she was fully focused, thinking only about making Zhao Erwa's wound heal as soon as possible.

While changing Zhao Erwa's dressing, Nan Qiao injected spiritual power into his wound to help relieve the pain and recover.

Feeling the slight electric current in his body, Nan Qiao gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it.

Wang Qi watched nervously and anxiously from the side, his eyes fixed on every move Nan Qiao made as she cleaned Zhao Erwa's wound and changed the dressing.

When Nan Qiao finally finished bandaging and gently put Zhao Erwa's arm back into the quilt, Wang Qi was pleasantly surprised to find that in just a short moment, Zhao Erwa's condition had changed significantly.

Zhao Erwa, who had been as pale as paper just now, now had a faint hint of redness on his face, and his brows, which had been tightly furrowed due to pain and weakness, also relaxed a little.

His breathing seemed to have calmed down a bit, no longer as rapid and weak as before.

Wang Qi couldn't help but move closer and called softly, "Erwa, Erwa, how are you feeling?"

Zhao Erwa raised his hand, felt it, and said in surprise, "It seems to be much better, and it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Wang Qi raised his head and looked at Nan Qiao with gratitude, "Qiao Qiao, thank you."

When the others saw Nan Qiao skillfully and efficiently cleaning Zhao Erwa's wound, changing the dressing and bandaging it, their eyes flashed with surprise and hope.

At this time, a medical soldier came trotting over, his eyes full of excitement, and asked anxiously: "Miss, do you have any medicine? Or do you know where I can get some?"

"We have so many wounded people here, and we're just hoping for medicine to save our lives!"

Without a word, Nan Qiao quickly took out all the remaining medicines in the combat pack and handed them to the medic, saying helplessly, "These are all I have. I'm really sorry. I also want to give you more, but..."

At this moment, she was extremely anxious and wished she could return to the modern era immediately and bring back a large amount of medicine to treat these injured soldiers.

The medic took the medicine and tears welled up in his eyes. He nodded repeatedly and said with a trembling voice, "These are great to have, girl. You don't know, these medicines are life-saving treasures for those wounded soldiers whose lives are hanging by a thread!"

"Now, we can finally save a few more lives." After saying this, he hugged the medicine tightly, turned around and ran hurriedly in the direction of the other seriously injured people, his steps filled with a bit of urgency and hope.

Nan Qiao quickly found a relatively quiet corner and began to carefully count the supplies he had left.

She first opened her backpack, took out the things inside one by one to check, and then took out various items from the space jade pendant one after another.

The food included bags of compressed biscuits, pieces of carefully pickled dried meat, and even a few packets of precious candies, as well as snacks and mineral water that she had stuffed into the space.

As for what they use, they have sharp knives and boxes of tinderboxes for emergency lighting. What they wear are several thick and warm cotton-padded clothes, several pairs of sturdy and durable boots, as well as insulated bags and cold-proof gloves.

Nan Qiao looked at these supplies and thought silently in his heart that as long as they could be used by the soldiers, they should be sent to the logistics department so that everyone could have more protection.

She only regretted that she didn't put more things into the space jade pendant.

Without hesitation, he sorted these things out one by one and wrapped them up with cloth. Then Nan Qiao picked up the big bag of supplies and hurried towards the logistics department to hand over all the supplies.