The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

Tissues, clothes, blankets, and medicines were piled up against the wall.

These things appeared out of thin air, like a magnificent dream.

Seeing that Li Xian'er was still busy, Song Changzheng stopped her, saying, "Little Li, this is enough. It's not safe to put any more in. If you need more, I'll get more from you!"

"Uncle Song, these supplies need to be guarded. Otherwise, if people find out, it might cause chaos!"

"Don't worry, Xiao Li, I'll send a team over right away."

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After delivering the supplies, Li Xian'er returned to her office and took out the recovery pills she had prepared beforehand, placing them on the table.

"Uncle Song, this is a universal recovery pill. It can repair injuries to the body. You can check if there are any other team members. If they have the same condition as Yang Zhi, it can help them recover."

Song Changzheng knew Yang Zhi's condition well; it was so serious back then. But according to Li Xian'er, he had already recovered.

Never mind that for now, Song Changzheng took the bag. If it really works, how many people will benefit?

Seeing that Song Changzheng looked somewhat disbelieving, Li Xian'er said, "Uncle Song, if you don't believe me, we can go to Yang Zhi's house and take a look!"

That's a good idea! Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving. "Let's go to Yang Zhi's house together and take a look!"

Yang Zhi was using the cane his younger brother had made as a support to slowly practice walking.

After eating the porridge my younger brother cooked, I felt much better.

Song Changzheng witnessed this scene. He remembered that the last time he came to see him was a week ago, when he was lying weakly in bed.

We're not on the same level now, either mentally or physically.

"Base Commander, you've arrived?" Yang Zhi looked up and saw the base commander looking at him excitedly, and then he saw the person next to the base commander.

Isn't that the person who gave him the medicine? "Madam, thank you so much for the medicine. Look, my injury is all healed."

He is no longer a person lying in bed unable to move. Although his limbs are incomplete, he can still do some things within his ability.

Watching all this, Song Changzheng had even higher expectations for the efficacy of that panacea.

"Yang Zhi, it's good that you're all better. Focus on recovering. Once you're healed, come find me, and I'll arrange something for you." These people are in this situation because of the base. No matter how difficult things are, we must give them the will to live.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhi's expression showed a mixture of gratitude and relief, but he still did not accept: "Base Commander, I appreciate your kindness, but I think this opportunity should be given to other brothers who are facing greater difficulties. Even if I am in dire straits, I still have my younger brother, and he certainly won't let me go hungry."

After returning from Yang Zhi's house, Song Changzheng found Yang Ze and told him that the medicine had arrived and asked him to go and get it.

They also obtained a list of people who were unable to move due to injuries and arranged for people to distribute recovery pills to them one by one.

Li Xian'er and Shan Yaojia were also among the medicine distributors. They were assigned to deliver medicine to a man named Miao Chengjun, who was said to have been a deputy regimental commander.

They were unfamiliar with the base and wandered around for a long time before finally finding Miao Chengjun's home, a self-built house, with the help of passersby.

Upon hearing the knock, a hoarse male voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Hello, I was sent by the base commander. May I come in?"

"The door is unlocked, come in!"

Shining Armor pushed open the door, and before even entering the room, a stench mixed with excrement hit him directly.

Upon closer inspection, the house was no more than 20 square meters in size, and the room was filled with clutter and garbage.

The only thing that was still recognizable was the bed, and the person on the bed had messy hair and the blanket was so faded that its original color was no longer discernible.

Li Xian'er had become immune to unpleasant smells these past few days, so she didn't show any outward change. Shining Armor was a robot and didn't need to breathe, so of course it didn't seem to care about the smell either.

"Gentlemen, is there something you need from me?" Miao Chengjun, as the host, had to speak up when he saw that the two had been silent since they came in.

Realizing what was happening, Li Xian'er quickly replied, "Brother Miao, it's like this, the base commander asked me to bring you medicine that will help your wound. Where is your wound? Let me see."

"Thank you for your concern, Base Commander, but it's best if girls don't have my injuries treated!" Miao Chengjun refused Li Xian'er's offer to have her injuries treated.

"Then I'll go!" Shining Armor gestured for Li Xian'er to go out first.

Li Xian'er closed the door and stood outside. Several families lived in this self-built house. Perhaps because they had never seen an outsider before, they all looked at her curiously.

When they saw Li Xian'er looking over, they all gave her friendly smiles.

Then, an elderly woman, around 60 years old, mustered up her courage and stepped forward: "Girl, what is your relationship to this Miao family?"

Li Xian'er told her that the base leader had sent them to see Miao Chengjun.

The old woman sighed deeply: "This Miao Chengjun is quite good. Before the apocalypse, he was a deputy regimental commander, and after the apocalypse, he was still a member of the base's squad. It's just that his fate is a bit unlucky..."

After the apocalypse arrived, Miao Chengjun was left with only his wife and son. During a zombie horde, his wife was devoured by zombies while trying to save her son.

Miao Chengjun was also injured while fighting off zombies, and now only he and his son Miao Xiaocheng remain.

Miao Xiaocheng is 14 years old this year. He is a teenager. His mother passed away and his father is disabled. He grew up overnight.

To support himself and his family, he had to go out to find work every day, returning home once at noon to feed Miao Chengjun.

I couldn't keep the house clean, that's why it's so messy.

As the two were talking, "Xian'er, come in, I need water!"

The sound of the shimmering armor came from behind.

When Li Xian'er went inside, she saw that Miao Chengjun had changed his pants. His right leg had been completely amputated, and there were dead maggots on the ground.

It must be maggots in the wound. Li Xian'er quickly filled the water and fed Miao Zhijun the recovery pill.

Before long, Miao Chengjun was covered in sweat, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

He tried to struggle, but was quickly pinned down by the gleaming armor.

Miao Chengjun was shaking violently.

Miao Xiaojun, who had just entered the house, witnessed this scene and asked in a voice somewhere between a child and a teenager, "What are you doing to my dad?"

After saying that, he tried to pull off the Shining Armor, but Li Xian'er stopped him: "Kid, don't move! Look at your dad's wound!"

Miao Xiaojun then saw clearly that his father's body was clean, and the wounds that were originally red and oozing pus were visibly healing rapidly.

He, who had been struggling, quieted down.

In just a moment, Miao Chengjun's injuries were completely healed, and his originally pale complexion returned to normal.

This kind of thing happened in other people's homes at the base.

Besides Wang Ping and his team, when the news reached his ears, he angrily slammed his fist on the table: "Song Changzheng has gone too far! Although we are not directly under the government's jurisdiction, we risk our lives for the base all the time. They have good things but won't let our people use them!"

Some of the more observant individuals chimed in, "Captain, since the base commander is such a scoundrel, we can't just take him down. We can manage it ourselves and then we won't be at his mercy anymore!"

This suggestion coincided with Wang Ping's own thoughts.

He waved his hand: "I need to plan this carefully. Let's do it like this... and then like this..."

Song Changzheng was unaware that a conspiracy targeting the base was being secretly planned.

Now that we have food, supplies, and medicine, Song Changzheng's back and legs no longer ache, and he is full of energy every day.