Yang Yong let out a breath of relief.
He had thought he had slept for eight or ten days straight. How many meals would he have missed?
Just then, a woman who worked in the kitchen came over carrying a basin of sweet potato porridge.
Yang Yong was ravenous.
He took it, not caring how hot it was, blew on it once, then gulped down all the porridge.
After letting out a burp, Yang Yong finally felt comfortable.
Only then did he fully come to his senses and stare at Li Haijian in confusion.
"Old Cao said I was the only one who could save your sister? Why?"
Li Haijian thought Yang Yong was unwilling to save her. In desperation, he knelt and began banging his head against the floor.
His forehead struck the ground, once, twice, three times. Every blow was solid, and soon he had bloodied his forehead.
"As long as you can save my sister, I, Li Haijian, am willing to work like an ox or a horse for you, Brother Yang!"
Yang Yong had no idea how to handle this.
Li Haijian was one of the more daring members of the convoy.
Perhaps because he had his sister to look after, he risked his life whenever he gathered supplies. It took extraordinary luck for him to have survived safely until now.
Yang Yong raised a hand and stopped Li Haijian from kowtowing.
"What exactly did Old Cao say?"
Li Haijian thought for a moment.
"Captain Cao said that, by his probability calculations, you had the greatest chance of waking my sister out of everyone in the group, Brother Yang."
I have the greatest chance?
Yang Yong mulled over those words.
What did he have on him that had anything to do with saving people?
He thought