Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Song Yi helped Chen Su, stumbling around the zombies and corpses lying on the ground, and walked towards another abandoned workshop, where they found He Yunfan.

He was crouching with his back to them, observing a corpse on the ground, a thin flashlight between his fingers, the beam of light slowly moving across the wound on the corpse's neck.

Hearing footsteps, He Yunfan didn't even look up, only saying calmly, "Don't come any closer. There's splattered blood here, which may contain residual virus."

Song Yi stopped and spoke from a few steps away, "Brother Yunfan, I need your help with something..."

He Yunfan then stood up and turned around.

He Yunfan looked a few years older than Song Yi, but he was still very young and had a handsome face.

He pushed up his frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His eyes behind the glasses were narrow and long, and he habitually squinted slightly. When looking at people, he would subconsciously furrow his brows, as if everything in front of him made him impatient and dissatisfied.

Upon seeing Chen Su, he raised an eyebrow.

"The boss sent him here," Song Yi explained succinctly, his tone relaxed. "He got a minor injury, and the boss asked you to treat it first."

Upon hearing this, He Yunfan didn't say anything more and simply nodded.

He put away his flashlight and gestured for them to go to a relatively clean open space nearby, where several discarded wooden crates and broken tires were piled up.

Chen Su was helped by Song Yi to sit down on a relatively intact, old wooden stool.

The stool legs were wobbly, and she carefully maintained her balance.

He Yunfan walked over carrying a first-aid kit and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

He Yunfan didn't waste any words and took action immediately.

He first checked the wound on his knee.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, covering a considerable area, and filled with sand and small pebbles. The edges already showed signs of inflammation and swelling.

He first took out a small bottle of alcohol spray and aimed it at the wound.

"Bear with it." The words were spoken without any emotion, like a routine announcement.

Before the words were even finished, a cool mist of alcohol sprayed out, instantly contacting the broken flesh.

"hiss--!"

Chen Su gasped sharply, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

A wave of excruciating pain surged through Chen Su, sharply assaulting her nerve endings. The pain caused her vision to suddenly go black, and she almost fainted.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, instantly blurring my vision.

She bit her lower lip hard, and a metallic taste quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed the cry of pain that was rising in her throat, but her body trembled violently uncontrollably. Her forehead was instantly covered with fine cold sweat, and her face was as white as snow.

Song Yi, standing to the side, grimaced as if the alcohol had been sprayed on him.

But when he saw that even though Chen Su was in so much pain, she just gritted her teeth and silently shed tears, without crying out or moving around and affecting the treatment, a hint of surprise and a faint respect flashed in his eyes.

In the end times, being able to endure pain and not cause trouble is already a rare virtue.

He Yunfan seemed oblivious to all of this, or rather, completely indifferent.

Without pausing, he sprayed the alcohol, put the spray bottle aside, and then took out tweezers and disinfectant swabs from the first-aid kit.

He quickly swept the tweezers over the alcohol lamp to cool them down, then used one hand to press a cotton swab against the edge of the wound while the other hand steadily manipulated the tweezers tip, beginning to precisely and quickly pick out the gravel and pebbles embedded in the flesh.

Each insertion and grasp of the tweezers was accompanied by a new round of sharp, stinging pain.

Chen Su's breathing became short and rapid, and her vision blurred. She relied solely on her willpower to keep herself from fainting.

She forced herself to open her eyes, staring intently at He Yunfan's hand through her blurry, tear-filled eyes.

It's as if staring at that hand can distract you and ease some of the pain.

He Yunfan's movements were steady, accurate, fast, and extremely efficient.

Before long, most of the visible foreign objects in the knee wound were removed.

He wiped the area around the wound again with an alcohol swab, then opened a small aluminum box containing a pale yellow, slightly thick ointment that emitted a scent that was a mixture of bitterness and cool mint.

He scooped some out with his fingertips and applied it evenly to the wound.

The cooling sensation from the ointment instantly covered the burning pain, allowing Chen Su's extremely tense nerves to finally catch their breath, and her trembling body gradually calmed down.

Next were the abrasions on my arms and palms. The treatment was similar, only the area was smaller and the pain was relatively tolerable.

Throughout the entire process, He Yunfan barely uttered a word, only briefly uttering two emotionless words when he needed Chen Su to help him raise her hand, or when she unconsciously curled up due to the excruciating pain:

"Raise your hand."

Or: "Don't move."

Finally, he skillfully bandaged the wounds with clean gauze and bandages, his movements swift and his knots secure.

After finishing, he didn't get up immediately, but instead took out a small, old-looking silver metal box from the inner compartment of the first aid kit.

Open it, and inside are several white pills neatly arranged.

He broke off a piece of water and handed it to Chen Su, along with the remaining half-bottle of water from his water bottle at his waist.

"It's for reducing inflammation." He said succinctly, "Save your water."

Chen Su took the pills and the half-empty bottle of water, and said softly, "...Thank you."

He Yunfan seemed not to hear her thanks and had already turned back to pick up the scattered medical equipment.

The cotton swabs he used and the blood-stained gauze were carefully collected into a special yellow medical waste sealed bag and sealed tightly.

Every step was meticulously executed, with an almost obsessive rigor that contrasted sharply with the chaotic and desperate post-apocalyptic backdrop.

Chen Su put the small white pill in her mouth and swallowed it with the half-bottle of water.

The water tasted strange, with a distinct plastic smell and a hint of disinfectant; it wasn't very palatable, but at that moment it was like a refreshing spring to her.

After the bandages were applied and the pills were taken, the excruciating pain from the wounds was temporarily suppressed by the medication and cooling ointment, turning into a tolerable dull ache.

Chen Su finally let out a long, slow breath.

She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over He Yunfan's back as he silently and attentively organized the first-aid kit, before moving to Song Yi, who was idly toying with a military dagger and occasionally glancing warily around.

Finally, her gaze fell towards the depths of the factory where Jiang Sicheng had just disappeared.

The team leader, Jiang Sicheng, is dangerous, enigmatic, and unpredictable.

He Yunfan is professional, calm, and sparing with his words.

Song Yi may seem the most unconventional, but he is by no means a soft-hearted person.

There was a tacit understanding between the three of them, a kind of unspoken, highly coordinated action, a trust and understanding that could only be formed through countless brushes with death.

And she, Chen Su, a strange woman who suddenly entered their field of vision, was covered in wounds and of unknown origin.

With just a few unverified pieces of information about the abandoned factory, this meager value was used to temporarily secure a moment of protection for this formidable squad and a precious medical treatment.

But this asylum comes with conditions and comes at a high cost.

Jiang Sicheng's words, "I personally threw them to feed the zombies," still ring in my ears.

She must prove her worth as soon as possible.

It's not just about providing intelligence; it's about demonstrating the ability to survive and even contribute to the team.