The Synthesizer works very quickly, taking only two or three seconds.
Like anti-inflammatory pills, there are 10 pills at a time...
Synthesizing 10,000 pieces in one hour is a fairly simple math problem.
Bai Jing:"?"
Is he deaf, or has this girl gone mad?
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Footsteps approached from afar, and Bai Jing and Song Xiaozhu stopped their conversation and looked outside together.
Qiu Shuyu was also alerted. She tucked the axe into her waistband and went to the outside of the Bai Jing shack.
As the footsteps drew closer, it turned out that the person in the lead was none other than Chen San, Old Madam Hu's confidant, followed by two guards carrying a stretcher with a young man on it, covered in blood.
Bai Jing recognized Xiao Tong at a glance. He strode forward, and with the white mist in his palm, he returned to his youthful state, his cold demeanor becoming even more chilling.
Chen San hurriedly said, " Master Bai, please don't be angry. This really isn't our fault. It's just that this kid is tactless. Our district chief spoke to him politely, and he suddenly attacked us. You know, the district chief's office is full of traps. All these injuries he got are entirely his own fault!"
Then Chen San added, "Our district chief, considering that you brought him here, didn't hold it against him. He just told us to bring him over quickly, lest his injuries become too severe and he lose his life."
Bai Jing walked to the stretcher and saw the seriously injured Xiao Tong. He was still in his beast form, with furry hands and sharp claws extended, indicating he was in a fighting stance.
He had lost too much blood; his face was as pale as paper, and his lips moved, repeatedly uttering, "Impossible... impossible... Father... impossible..."
Bai Jing frowned, realizing that Chen San was telling the truth.
However, Xiao Tong's outburst was provoked by Old Madam Hu's words.
What exactly did Hu Yuan say that caused him to lose control like this?
It's definitely not related to antibiotics.
Xiao Tong wouldn't suddenly lash out just because Old Madam Hu wouldn't give him antibiotics!
Chapter 37
Chen San and the others quickly escorted the person into the Bai Jing shack, looking as if they were afraid of being blamed.
In fact, even with Qiu Shuyu, Bai Jing couldn't possibly contend with the most powerful force in the entire community. Chen San's actions were to give Bai Jing face and to show the attitude of Old Madam Hu.
She had no intention of offending Bai Jing, nor did she intend to start a war with Liu Family Village; it was simply that Xiao Tong was ungrateful.
They did more than enough by sending the person to the best " Physician " in the Garbage Mountain as quickly as possible.
even...
Chen San took out a bottle of antibiotics from his pocket and handed it to Bai Jing: "Although Village Chief Xiao walked into the trap himself, he was injured in the office building after all. This bottle of antibiotics is a token of the District Chief's goodwill."
Xiao Tong risked his life to come to the Scavenger Community, all for the sake of antibiotics.
He got it then.
There's only one bottle.
Bai Jing accepted the antibiotics. Chen San said, "Then, Master Bai, please get some rest. We still have to patrol the night, so we won't disturb you any longer."
After saying that, he led his guards and turned to leave, returning to the main road of the community.
Bai Jing mist billowed from his fair palm. Straightening his back, his slender fingers transformed into a fine needle tip. With a crisp snap, he opened the antibiotic bottle. His syringe-like fingers drew in the liquid, releasing puffs of white mist, before he precisely inserted it into Xiao Tong's subcutaneous vein...
Song Xiaozhu was stunned. She had a lot to say, but she just didn't know how to say it.
This... this...
" Physician " seems so unscientific!
Song Xiaozhu had some ideas about Awakened. Even though she had never met one, she had seen so many movies and novels that she had a general idea of what superpowered people were like, and she sometimes thought they were pretty cool and stylish.
Now that I've actually seen it, it just feels eerie.
How did fingers become syringes, fingertips become needles, and most importantly... they can actually draw up medicine and inject it...?
This Awakening Stone was even stranger than Song Xiaozhu had imagined.
Is it really okay to modify people's bodies so wantonly?
Song Xiaozhu was somewhat relieved that the Synthesizer had not modified her body.
She is complete, so she doesn't need to become a " Workbench " during the synthesis process.
The delirious Xiao Tong suddenly snapped to attention upon seeing the antibiotics, "Anti... antibiotics!"
He hurriedly said, " Master Bai, I don't need it, don't give it to me, so many people in the village are waiting..."
Without even lifting his Bai Jing eyelids, he said, "Your injuries are very serious."
As he spoke, he injected the transparent liquid into Xiao Tong's body.
Xiao Tong's body was numb with pain, and he could no longer feel the needle pricks. He only vaguely felt a chill running from his arm to his heart, and then it fell heavily to the ground.
It's over...
It's all over...
He can't get antibiotics...
He's a good-for-nothing...
Hu Yuan's voice lingered in his ears, like a demon's whisper, "Ha, you only have yourself to blame. Your father is the real culprit behind all this..."
Xiao Tong felt a sharp pain in his head and growled, "No... no... it can't be..."
He sank into a deeper despair.
It felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked.
Bai Jing didn't ask him what he had heard from Old Madam Hu, but instead turned to Song Xiaozhu and asked, "How many doses of hemostatic powder do you have?"
Bai Jing asked again, "What about the anti-inflammatory pills?"
Song Xiaozhu didn't waste any more words. She simply used her clothes to cover herself, seemingly taking out powder and pills from her bosom but actually from a small box—she was used to it, and she didn't really need to hide the existence of the small box anymore. After all, she wasn't an ordinary " Craftsman," but rather a " Engineer " whose title sounded rather modern.
Bai Jing raised an eyebrow. "That's all?"
Song Xiaozhu only had two sets of anti-inflammatory pills and one set of hemostatic powder, which wasn't a small amount, but compared to the 10,000 pills she had mentioned per hour... well.
Song Xiaozhu: "We didn't have enough materials, so we didn't make many."