Close contact with Bountiful Rain might carry the risk of being influenced by it, becoming one of the long-lived species or an Abomination of Abundance.
Thus, Bai Heng stored this drop of Bountiful Rain inside a specially made pendant.
Even with only the lingering grace of the rain, it might be able to restore flesh to bare bones and bring rotten wood back to life.
The injured person Bai Heng took over from Natasha should have been the most severely wounded among this group.
Three of his fingers had been severed, and the bleeding had not yet fully stopped.
"Were the severed fingers not found?" Bai Heng asked.
The thin middle-aged man, his face caked with mine ash and blood, endured the pain and sucked in a cold breath.
"We... we evacuated too quickly. There wasn't time to look for them. If we go back now, we probably won't find them."
As if he had accepted his fate, he smiled at Bai Heng and held his abdominal wound.
"Little brother, as long as I keep my life, that's enough. People like us can't afford to worry about so much. Lots of brothers in the mines are missing arms or legs. I've only lost three fingers. I can't do heavy labor anymore, but I can barely manage some other work... cough, cough..."
The middle-aged man coughed, his mouth full of the salty, bitter taste of blood.
Natasha asked softly.
"I examined him. The abdominal wound caused several internal organs to rupture... Mr. Bai Heng, do you have a way to prevent the wounds from worsening?"
"Just call me Bai Heng." Bai Heng spread out his hand, and a faint golden-green glow flowed from the pendant, gently settling over the man's wounds. "I'll do my best."
Bai Heng focused entirely on the