Jiang Siming had indeed been taking medicine to restore his health.
But when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs above, he immediately stopped bandaging himself with the first-aid kit.
Jiang Siming pulled out another smoke grenade and threw it at his feet, preventing the MINI14 player from finding him when the smoke was about to clear.
Then he fought fire with fire. He pulled out a Molotov cocktail and threw it onto the stairs.
I won't let you come upstairs? Then don't even think about coming down!
After throwing the Molotov, Jiang Siming didn't hurry to take medicine. Instead, he switched to his rifle and crouched in the smoke.
He pricked up his ears and carefully listened for movement outside the smoke.
The player who wanted to come downstairs saw the Molotov on the stairs and was instantly infuriated. Maybe this was karma.
He had just used a Molotov against Jiang Siming, and Jiang Siming had turned around and thrown one right back at him.
The blazing flames blocked the player's descent, but contrary to expectations, he was actually delighted.
Since Jiang Siming had started using a Molotov to stop him from coming downstairs, it meant he had definitely been beaten badly and needed to buy time with this method.
And what was he buying time for? Obviously, to heal and take medicine.
Thus, he could conclude that Jiang Siming had very little health left and was certainly using the time the Molotov blocked the stairs to frantically heal.
This is my chance!
The opportunity has arrived!
He sneered inwardly, feeling that Jiang Siming had calculated everything except one thing: the Molotov he had thrown upstairs earlier had indeed prevented Jiang Siming from coming up.
But although a Molotov blocked his way downstairs, there were other ways to descend!