Chapter 121 Solving the Real Problem

"Is this from any team? Is this a robbery?"

"Our vice-captain took that hit, his intestines spilled out. His self-healing ability isn't strong enough, he absolutely needs medication afterwards!"

"It looks like... Team Wind Chaser 2? That captain from earlier... that's them! No wonder they were so arrogant..."

The discussions were mixed, and since the last major assassination and counter-attack incident, the Wind Chaser 2 team has remained a hot topic of discussion within the Army.

Previously, the lower-ranking soldiers mostly viewed them positively, as if they were legends, but now they see them as ruthless bandits.

"Which area are they responsible for defending? Or did they come back from the front lines?"

"They must have come back from the front lines. They are a long-range special operations team, and it seems they were part of a mixed force that came from multiple bases."

"Damn! This little bit of medical supplies isn't even enough for the defensive base, and now there are people coming back from the front lines, and they're all from other bases!"

"So, in this battle, it's just our base, and us close-in defense troops, who's going to be the ones getting ripped off?"

"Stop them! Stop them! If they dare to steal medicine now, they might try to forcibly vacate beds and kidnap doctors next!"

Amidst the fervor of the crowd, Director Yang, dragging his legs which were stiff from standing and walking for so long, rushed upstairs, determined to safeguard the emergency medicines and blood bank.

Encouraged by this, the wounded soldiers who were still able to move rushed upstairs or to the basement.

For a time, Team Chengfeng 2 seemed to be the enemy of the entire army, or a base parasite that betrayed the army.

But they were just soldiers who had just left the battlefield and hadn't even had a full night's sleep yet.

The world is constantly changing, and beyond the direct confrontations of war, there are countless dark sides to humanity.

Qi An thought of this principle as he struggled through the crowd, but it was absolutely impossible for them not to push and shove.

Qi An received a folding bed from Yu Shuang through the crowd and handed it to Chen Xi, who seemed to be submerged in the crowd yet inexplicably stood out.

Perhaps it's because of his quiet superpowers and his exceptionally tall stature.

Chen Xi was originally guarding the seven vehicles, but he came over after seeing the chaos here. While taking over the two beds, he also used his iron-like arms to help Qi An create a small safe area.

Qi An struggled to squeeze in, sweating profusely, but came out with remarkable ease.

Chen Xi's face was gloomy; this young man also had a temper.

But this was not the time to lose his temper. Qi An pulled him towards the hospital's vehicle, which was full of wounded soldiers.

You Zi had just jumped down from the truck bed when Qin Tianshuo's ramblings and his body temperature both dropped.

Her face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were even filled with tears. Seeing Qi An and the other person was like a joyful escape from a desperate situation!

The three of them quickly assembled the bed frame, laid out the mattress and disposable sheets, and carried Qin Tianshuo and the male soldier from the Martial God team whose pupils began to dilate after he became delirious onto the bed.

As the two folding hospital beds with wheels drove through the hospital courtyard, passersby hurriedly stepped aside. When they reached the emergency room, Chen Xi's thunderous shout of "Make way!" immediately drew everyone's attention back from the two stairwells.

Then a group of furious wounded soldiers had no choice but to step aside.

Because those injuries were shockingly severe.

Both wounded soldiers were almost entirely wrapped in bandages, but had multiple wounds oozing pus and blood.

The bandages were not clean at all, and both of them were severely infected, hypothermic, and had shortness of breath.

Everyone has basic medical knowledge and can see that these two people came from a brutal battlefield and persevered for a long time, on the verge of death.

It seems that those on the outer base are just pale, young people struggling against death...

The shock of the injured man's condition even made Director Yang pause for a moment. His doctor's instincts almost made him shout, "Send him to the ICU!"

But he held back. He was filled with anxiety and resentment about this war, which their base had launched involuntarily and which had caused them so much loss and death.

Why not just enjoy a peaceful life and instead provoke the Fallen Insects?

Tired of living? Tired of the lives of the people at these frontline bases?

Director Yang watched coldly as two critically wounded soldiers were pushed into the basement.

The consumables warehouse next to the central pharmacy in the basement has readily available temperature control equipment and is usually very clean, making it ideal for temporary use as a ward.

However, as the crowd either parted on their own due to the shock or was easily pushed aside by Chen Xi without regard for their injuries, Yu Shuang and the others also ran out.

One bed after another was pushed in, each one filled with severely wounded soldiers covered in bruises; there were already 10 of them.

The female team leader was still discussing moving beds from the dormitory and home!

This makes one wonder, what kind of intensity of the battle was it? Did these people return from hell?

In close-quarters combat, wounded soldiers can usually be sent to the hospital in time, but it's different in long-range combat. Before the war is over, even if a soldier is wounded to the point of being a tattered sack, he has to persevere!

The commotion fell completely silent. Even the most enraged wounded soldiers, who had almost drawn their guns, stiffened up and dared not block the way any longer.

The crowd gradually split into two groups, making way for a passage from the main entrance to the basement.

Countless eyes were fixed on the wounded soldiers and those silently tending to them, imagining the battles they faced and the unwavering belief that kept them alive until now.

The veins on Director Yang's hands, which were gripping the stair railing, were bulging.

"How about we administer the medication?" a younger doctor whispered. "The one at the front needs a CT scan; it looks like he has blood in his abdomen, he might need surgery..."

Director Yang angrily said, "No way! We need to prioritize the medicine for our own base's people. If they dare to steal it, there's still the hospital director, the commander-in-chief, and a battalion of soldiers!"

"Can't we stop these traitors?"

The young doctor was taken aback and shrank back.

The director used such a strong word as "traitor," which shows he was truly furious.

Perhaps we should care about ourselves before empathizing with others? He hasn't slept a wink for a day and a night, and if he performs two more surgeries, he might just die on the operating table.

Security couldn't stop the special forces soldiers. Su Qingran, protected by Zhuang Xiao and Zhao Bohan on either side, rushed down carrying a huge first-aid kit.

The chaos on the second floor, Director Yang's attitude, some anxious and resentful thoughts, and the impact of the huge medicine box all stirred up voices of resistance.

"Report to the Dean! Report to the Military Affairs Department!"

"Without the approval of the attending physician or the hospital director, it's robbery! No matter the severity of the injury, it's robbery!" someone shouted, perhaps displeased with the momentum surrounding Team Chengfeng 2.

"Could it be that such severe injuries are due to a lack of combat strength?!"

They took so many supplies, failed to win, and now they're coming back to steal our medicine?

This statement immediately sparked a wave of doubts. Su Qingran was squeezed onto the stairs by the crowd, her back slamming hard against the railing, causing her wound to reopen.

"Dean, where are the people from the Military Affairs Department?" someone shouted.

No sooner had these words been spoken than a short-haired woman in her fifties, wearing a white coat, strode into the hall. Seeing the chaos in the hall, veins throbbed on her forehead.

"This is a hospital, not a market! Can't doctors and patients please each stay in their proper places? These are all external injuries; do you think you don't already have enough germs on your bodies?!"

This is the director of the military hospital, a lieutenant colonel, who exudes great authority.

Her shout silenced the crowd once more, and many of the more mild-mannered wounded soldiers hurriedly limped toward their precious beds.

Director Yang and the doctors around him, as if seeing their pillar of support, hurriedly made their way through the crowd to come over.

"Dean, someone's hoarding emergency medicine! The minister, the military affairs department...!"

"Treat them!"

"Each of these people killed at least 50 insects on average, including a whole brood of high-level intelligent insects. They're not even qualified to use your medicine?" The dean's voice was cold and irritable.

These were the superior's exact words; the commander-in-chief, after being scolded, also conveyed them to her in an angry tone.

An uproar erupted in the hall.

On average, one person kills 50 insects, while a higher-level wisdom insect kills an entire brood.

Was it bombarded?

What kind of equipment were they given?

If the team members said that they didn't even have bullets later on and had torn the insects apart with their bare hands, no one in this hall would believe them.

Yu Shuang, who had been holding back for most of the day, was finally unable to contain her anger any longer. She was afraid that swearing and physical violence would only escalate the conflict and delay treatment. She angrily cursed:

"If cutting costs doesn't work, why not increase revenue?!"

Several transport teams are currently delivering medical supplies and medicines here!

Transportation is disrupted? What else could possibly disrupt transportation? It's just insects, isn't it?

Instead of wasting time arguing here, why don't you go twist the heads off the Fallen Insects and seize their supplies? Don't tell me you dare bully our wounded soldiers who just came off the battlefield, but cower before the Fallen Insects outside!