“Brother Feng, have you forgotten? Judging from the information you got from Cordiaz and Kuito…”

This is basically exactly the same as what Zhan Pengfei said, which proves that his words are highly credible.

And even if he harbors ill intentions in the future, we can…”

As she spoke, Liu Sisi leaned close to Ye Feng's ear and whispered something.

A few seconds later, Ye Feng smiled and nodded.

"Okay, that's a good idea. I've decided, let's save them!"

No one heard their whispers, and before they could even ask, Ye Feng started ordering them around.

"You four, come and help quickly. Move him aside and check his injuries."

After saying that, Ye Feng immediately took off Zhan Pengfei's backpack and unzipped it.

I could smell all sorts of plant scents.

This nearly 1.2-meter-long backpack was half-filled with plants.

After a careful inspection, there were quite a few good items.

There are dozens of plants of various sizes, including plantain, andrographis paniculata, and sphagnum moss.

Most of them were antibacterial and anti-inflammatory herbs, and among them, he found something he had been searching for for a long time.

Poisonous maggots—

It has remarkable effects in removing dampness and relieving pain, relaxing muscles and promoting blood circulation, reducing inflammation and swelling, and killing mosquitoes.

Back in the early modern period of China, conditions were rudimentary, and every summer...

In rural areas, toilets can breed large numbers of mosquitoes.

Clever people would boil poisonous maggots in water and pour it into the toilet.

Newly hatched maggots will die as soon as they come into contact with the insects, thus eliminating mosquitoes at their source.

"Ha ha!"

Ye Feng truly didn't expect that the medicine he had been searching for for so long would be obtained so easily now.

Moreover, there are quite a few.

Is this what they mean by "good deeds are rewarded"?

He now finally understood why Tang Weiwei and her companion had survived for so long without the help of first aid kits and modern medicine.

Having a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in the team can indeed greatly improve the margin for error.

"Look, what is this?!"

Everyone turned to look, and saw Ye Feng grinning widely, holding a wilted blade of grass in his hand, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

Liu Sisi didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, but she could guess a thing or two from Ye Feng's expression.

"This can't be... poisonous maggots, can it!?"

Congratulations! You got it right!

"real!?"

Everyone immediately beamed with joy. The worm in their necks was like a time bomb, which had kept them looking dejected.

Now, we can finally resolve this hidden danger.

Ye Feng looked at the unconscious Zhan Pengfei and felt a surge of gratitude. At the same time, he trusted Zhan Pengfei's words even more.

Despite being severely injured, he still managed to gather so many herbs. Even on his deathbed, he was thinking of bringing the herbs to his elder brother.

People who value loyalty and righteousness are generally of good character.

"No wonder he studied traditional Chinese medicine. It's a pity he doesn't have the tools; even if he had the medicine, he couldn't decoct it."

However, since you've helped me so much, I'll return the favor.

Although Ye Feng killed many people, he was not heartless and killed everyone he saw.

He wouldn't easily take action unless it was someone who posed a threat to his or his companions' lives.

Moreover, Zhan Pengfei was an important bargaining chip he used to determine Tang Weiwei's stance.

He had thought it through carefully. Nowadays, there weren't many challengers left, and the rest had definitely all teamed up.

He had built a treehouse fortress and had many weapons.

However, with only 5 people and extremely limited combat strength, the risk of death was still very high.

At this time, having one more friend is equivalent to having one less enemy.

If Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu are truly as he described, then as long as they are united...

With such formidable combat prowess, my chances of survival will definitely increase significantly.

Conversely, even if the other party has malicious intentions, with Zhan Pengfei as a bargaining chip, he has already devised a security strategy sufficient to deal with it.

A few minutes later, Ye Feng began to treat Zhan Pengfei's wounds.

Everyone was responsible for boiling the herbs.

The examination revealed that Zhan Pengfei had a total of 7 bruises, 5 abrasions, one arrow wound, and one knife wound.

It can only be described as being covered in wounds.

Fortunately, his knife and arrow wounds were not infected and had dried up, which suggests that the herbal medicine he had applied was effective.

Only the cut on his left arm became infected.

He took out Yunnan Baiyao and first stopped the bleeding from the abrasion.

Then he chewed up the herbs and applied them, and changed into the bandages he was carrying.

These were all used by Fu Changxiong and Qi Xiaoyan before, but they have all been washed clean.

He couldn't bear to use a new sterile bandage on a stranger.

In short, I'll try anything, as long as I've done my best.

After treating that wound, he took out alcohol and began to treat the most serious, festering wound.

The wound was about seven or eight centimeters long, and the surrounding skin and flesh had turned white and were oozing pus.

If Zhan Pengfei hadn't bandaged it up, it probably would have been infested with maggots by now.

Ye Feng knew that at this point, disinfection alone was not enough; antibiotics had to be used.

He reluctantly took out two antibiotic capsules; he only had twelve left.

Ye Feng himself has never used a single one; he usually keeps them like treasures.

The existence of medicine is a strange thing. Everyone wants to have it, but everyone who has it never wants to use it.

For survivors in the wild, modern medicines are incredibly precious in the jungle.

It is no exaggeration to say that an antibiotic capsule, in the case of certain special diseases, is equivalent to a life, a resurrection coin.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed, his heart bleeding. Looking at Zhan Pengfei's pale face, his tone was filled with obvious resentment.

"Kid, this thing is more important than your life."

I used two whole resurrection coins on you, if you dare to lie to me...

I swear, I will kill you in a way that is ten times more painful than what you are experiencing now.

After saying that, he reluctantly shoved the medicine down Zhan Pengfei's throat.

Then I washed his wound with soapy water and disinfected it with alcohol.

Finally, after the anti-inflammatory medicine is ready, pour it onto the wound for secondary sterilization.

It took quite a while to finish treating the wound.

Without pausing for a moment, he took out seven or eight wooden jars from his bag and found the jar containing the Rafflesia flower fragments.

The water boiled from this can effectively treat sprains and bruises.

Simply apply the medicine to the wound.

It took everyone nearly an hour to finish treating Zhan Pengfei's wound.

But they had no time to rest and immediately started boiling the poisonous grass again.

Ye Feng collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat. He felt that saving people was much more tiring than killing them.

He glanced at the sky and then at his watch; it was probably past 4 p.m.