She was not that kindhearted a person, the sort who would bring home anyone she found barely clinging to life.
Most of the time, she went out of her way to avoid trouble. She knew full well that she was only an ordinary person, neither a modified human nor a superhuman. It was best not to get tangled up in trouble at all.
But.
Without giving it further thought, the woman carefully avoided Xu Zhi's wounds. Frowning, she went back into the room and retrieved a jar of ointment from a locked drawer. It was the scavengers' "life-saving medicine," a fairly versatile salve for external injuries. Even the illegal doctors in Plain District prescribed it. It was not too expensive, mainly because it was practical. Of course, "not too expensive" only applied to ordinary civilians.
For scavengers like them, even this kind of ointment was considered precious.
She did not usually use much of it. She lived cautiously and was rarely injured, yet she used nearly half a jar on Xu Zhi now.
After applying the medicine, dressing the girl in her own clothes, laying her on the bed, and tucking her beneath the covers, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Xu Zhi's pale lips and the unnatural flush on her face, she raised a hand to touch her forehead. Sure enough, it was burning hot.
This was not good news. Her wounds were horrifying, and it was hard to imagine that the girl had survived such severe injuries. Yet now, she had developed a raging fever.
The fever seemed determined to claim her life.
But there was no fever medicine in the house.
After some thought, the woman could only silently fetch a basin of cold water, soak a towel, wring it out, and place