The Tatar Black Shamans had been completely dealt with, and our mission had been successfully completed.
Next, we returned to the Dragon Group's secret base. After fighting all night, everyone needed rest.
Once we got back safely, we discovered that the place only had a few basic dorm rooms.
Most of the Dragon Group members were not here; they had gone to the hospital.
That included Dragon Group Captain Zheng Yi. Of those who had returned with us, only Zhang Yunfei and Guo Gan remained.
The earlier Dragon Group members were waiting at the chicken farm for the Corpse Collector to handle the aftermath.
At that moment, Zhang Yunfei spoke up.
"Everyone, conditions at the base are limited, so please make do tonight. There are first-aid kits, gauze, and other supplies here!"
Everyone was injured, though some injuries were more serious than others.
After Pan Ling and Mao Jing helped the weak, exhausted Daoist Qingshan into a nearby room to rest,
I found the first-aid kit and the medicine.
The base was small, but it had basic medical equipment and drugs.
There was gauze, iodine, anti-inflammatory medicine, adrenaline, suturing needles and thread, and more.
After finding them, I began providing the people present with basic, simple treatment.
We were all fine. Although we were injured, they were only superficial wounds.
And I was a surgeon, so I could treat them all.
During the battle, Miao Feng had been injured by an evil entity around her left ribs. The wound was about five centimeters long. It was not deep, but it was rather wide.
If it was not stitched up, it might leave a hypertrophic scar and affect her appearance.
So after seeing her wound, I took the initiative to say,
"Miao Feng, your wound is too wide. Let me stitch