The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

"Handsome guy, name your price, I'll take it all!" Li Xian'er thought the items were in pretty good condition, and she was happy to buy them and put them in her space.

The young stall owner was stunned by her generosity. She wanted them all? He had picked up all the unwanted items, so it was like he hadn't spent any money at all.

"Beautiful lady, name your price. If I think it's acceptable, you can take it." Actually, he himself was unsure how much to ask for, so he threw the question back to them.

Li Xian'er stated her desired price range: "If it's crystal cores, I'll give you a maximum of 5, or 5 jin of rice. You can choose one."

The young stall owner thought he had misheard; this price was enough to buy dozens of soil bags, enough to feed a family of three for several months.

"Okay, let's change it!" He agreed immediately, afraid that if he hesitated even a second, they would change their minds.

"Okay, do you want crystal cores or rice?" Li Xian'er didn't know what he wanted.

"Rice, please. I don't need the crystal cores, and I don't have any special abilities!"

"Okay, wait for me a moment!" Li Xian'er found a secluded corner and took out a 5-jin bag of rice.

Shining Armor had just seen the metal he wanted at that stall over there, so he came over with the metal he had traded for.

One hand handed over rice, the other over gold and silver jewelry; the transaction was complete.

Shining Armor handed the small piece of metal to Li Xian'er, and using the stall owner's tattered cloth, packed all the gold and silver jewelry into a bundle and carried it on his back.

Just as they were about to leave, the clock vendor stopped them again: "Gentlemen, please wait. I have a request. If you have any, I'll trade you this 5-jin of rice."

The young stall owner wanted to try his luck; if it worked out, his family would be able to relax a bit: "Well, I don't know if you have any medicine to treat wounds?"

Seeing that Li Xian'er didn't speak, the young stall owner quickly explained, "Please don't misunderstand, my name is Yang Mingjun. My brother was also a member of the base's team before. During the last zombie horde, he was bitten by a zombie and had his limb amputated. At the time, he wasn't infected with the zombie virus, but due to a lack of medicine, he hasn't recovered, so..."

"Take us to your house!" Li Xian'er asked him to lead the way. If what he said was true, she could help him. If what he said was false, she didn't know who would be afraid.

Yang Mingjun led the two to the innermost part of the base. The environment there looked fairly clean. He lived on the first floor.

He opened the door and heard a coughing sound coming from inside; it must be the older brother he had mentioned.

All that could be heard from inside was a man asking, "Is Xiaojun back?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Mingjun immediately ran to his room, and Li Xian'er followed him in. The room was small and filled with clutter. The person lying on the bed was very tall, but extremely thin.

Upon seeing Li Xian'er enter, her armor gleaming, the person on the bed was visibly startled: "Xiao Jun, are these two your friends?"

Yang Mingjun explained to the person in bed the purpose of inviting the two men, saying, "I'm sorry, my name is Yang Zhi. My brother was worried about me, and I'm sorry to have troubled you two."

Judging from their clothes and demeanor, Yang Zhi could tell that they were well-fed and clothed, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"Yang Zhi, may I take a look at your wound?"

After receiving his affirmative answer, Li Xian'er gave Shining Armor a look. Shining Armor stepped forward and lifted the tattered quilt, revealing that one of her left calves was missing.

To avoid soiling the bed, a plastic bag was placed over the wound.

Yang Mingjun untied the plastic bag, revealing that the junction of the tibia and calf bones was severely swollen and oozing pus, with the blackened leg bone clearly visible.

This must be a wound infection. Yang Zhi gave a helpless smile: "I'm sorry to have scared you. There's nothing I can do about this injury. I've tried all the medicines the base has, but it just won't heal. The base's doctors can't do anything about it either."

"I have medicine, you can try it!"

Li Xian'er pretended to take out a "panacea" from her pocket and said, "Yang Zhi, the medicine is here. Use it or not, it's up to you!"

This pill should heal Yang Zhi's wounds, but as for his amputated lower leg, there's nothing she can do.

They refused Yang Mingjun's offer of rice and left the two brothers' home.

Holding the pill in his hand, Yang Mingjun asked blankly, "Brother, can I take this medicine?"

"Xiaojun, I'm already in this state, why don't we give it a try? If we try, there's still a chance. I don't want to lie in bed like this for the rest of my life!"

Yang Zhi took the pill, popped it into his mouth, and smacked his lips after eating it, savoring the taste.

Before long, he felt a surge of heat rushing towards the wound, followed by an itch that made him want to scratch.

The itching intensified, feeling like countless ants were crawling on me.

The itch made Yang Zhi raise his hand and then pull it back, gripping the bed sheet tightly, his face turning bright red.

Yang Mingjun watched as the wound gradually healed, eventually scabbing over to a normal skin color.

This incredible scene left the two of them speechless for a long time...

The two returned to Song Changzheng's office.

"You two are back already? Is it about activating your superpowers?" Song Changzheng had just finished a meeting with the base's higher-ups to set a date for activating his superpowers.

"Uncle Song, no, I met someone today..."

Li Xian'er spent a few minutes describing the situation of Yang Mingjun's family.

"Sigh! Xiao Li, I've heard about Yang Zhi's situation too. We don't have many medicines available right now, and there are many people like them in the base. It's my incompetence. I'm sorry to those who risked their lives for the base."

Are there many people injured like this?

Song Changzheng frowned: "I'm curious, Xiao Li, why are you asking about this?"

Li Xian'er then said that she had medicine that could repair certain wounds, and that she could take it if needed.

Upon hearing that there was medicine, Song Changzheng immediately stood up: "Xiao Li, come on, I'll take you to see the medical team leader. He was complaining to me a few days ago that there was no medicine left."

Yang Ze, the leader of the medical team, is a man around 40 years old. He must have just come out of the treatment room, as he was exhausted.

Seeing Song Changzheng arrive, he hurried forward: "Base Commander, what brings you here? Is there any progress on the medicine issue?"

"We're getting a better understanding. How many wounded have there been recently? What's their condition?"

"Base Commander, you'll see for yourself!"

Yang Ze led them to see each room. Each room had four beds, and all the rooms were full of people, including young people, the elderly, and children.

Painful screams could be heard every now and then in this small hospital.

A chilling wind followed, and an inexplicable fear gripped the people here.

The patient's face was numb; he had lost hope in his current life, his eyes were lifeless, and he was just living one day at a time.

Medical equipment was scarce, and if one contracted a serious illness, all one could do was wait to die.

After looking around, the group returned to Yang Ze's simple office.

"Base commander, you've seen my situation here; we're all old, weak, sick, and disabled."

As a doctor, Yang Ze sometimes feels heartbroken because so many people could recover their health, but the world is just like that.

"Dr. Yang, I'll figure out what to do about the medicine!" Song Changzheng still chose to trust Li Xian'er and see what medicine she had.

Back in the base office, just as I sat down, someone asked, "Xiao Li, you've seen the situation at the hospital. Do you have any medicine with you?"

"Uncle Song, you need to prepare a warehouse for me, I'm planning to store some supplies for you!"

"Okay, I'll take you there!"

Song Changzheng led them to a dilapidated warehouse, where supplies occupied a small corner.

"Xiao Li, this is it."

Li Xian'er waved her hand, and rice, flour, oil, milk, bread, drinking water, instant noodles...