"Oh, that's great news."

"Seriously! The life expectancy is about fifty days. We don't have much here, so it's worth it if we can get some information."

After bidding farewell to Uncle Ma, Li Wenjia walked alone to the medical vehicle. The medical vehicle was located in the center of the camp, which was set up in the central square of the village. All the vehicles were gathered together, and several tents were set up in the middle.

The tent was distributing supplies, and it seemed that the supplies had been brought back. Outside the tent, there were two people sitting in the bed of a fighter truck. They were still processing the huge parachute. This thing was very useful. With simple processing, it could be made into a lot of strong ropes and stretchers.

The expeditionary force was highly motivated, a testament to their ability to learn from war. They had many resources readily available; the only problem was how to use them.

Li Wenjia stopped in front of the medical vehicle, crouched beside the skylight, and peered in. Two patients were reclining on their beds, being questioned. They seemed to be doing well—for now.

"...So, you attacked our scouts?"

"Yes, yes! We are starving."

"Then why didn't you eat those giant rats?"

"Because... because they are poisonous. They have killed several people and we don't know why they became poisonous."

"Okay, just wait."

As expected, these homeless people refused to tell the truth. The woman in the car suddenly got angry and said, "Come in now!"

Before she finished speaking, the isolation door of the medical vehicle opened automatically. Li Wenjia, who was standing next to the vehicle and peeping, was caught off guard and was caught red-handed by the woman.

The corner of Li Wenjia's eyes twitched slightly in his helmet, but he had no choice but to walk in.

After a burst of water mist, the rubber sole of the exoskeleton emerged from the inner hatch and hit the floor of the medical vehicle with a slight thud. Li Wenjia took off his helmet.