Everyone was silent. They knew that such a fight was meaningless, but the fear in their hearts made them unable to control themselves.
Xiao Yi thought for a moment and said, "Let's draw lots and let fate decide."
Everyone looked at each other, and finally agreed to this method. Xiao Yi found some small slips of paper, marked one of them, and then asked everyone to draw one in turn.
A tense atmosphere filled the air, and everyone held their notes tightly, as if holding their own lives.
When the last person opened the note, the result came out. It turned out that an ordinary young man had received the bottle of antibiotics.
Someone was dissatisfied and was about to say something when Xiao Yi glared at him and said, "This is our joint decision and we must abide by it."
The young man picked up the antibiotics tremblingly, his eyes full of gratitude and overwhelmed.
Xiao Yi patted his shoulder and said, "Use it well. We all hope you can get better soon."
At this moment, everyone seemed to realize their mistakes. They looked at each other silently, their hearts full of guilt.
However, despite having this bottle of antibiotics, their situation was still very difficult. The pain of the wound and the weakness of the body tortured them all the time, but they knew that they had to persevere for the sake of survival and for the future.
The young man who got the antibiotics used the medicine carefully, knowing that this was everyone's common hope. While he was using the antibiotics, others could only rely on simple bandaging and their own resistance to fight the infection of the wound.
Xiao Yi encouraged everyone every day and kept them confident. He dragged his injured body around looking for resources that could help with recovery. Sometimes it was some herbs, sometimes some clean water.
As the days passed, some people's wounds began to heal slowly, but some people's conditions worsened due to wound infection. The passing of each life made Xiao Yi feel extremely painful and self-blame.
During this time, they supported and cared for each other. Those who once quarreled over antibiotics now understood the importance of solidarity.
Xiao Yi would observe everyone's physical condition every day, and for those who were seriously ill, he would do his best to help them. Once, he even gave the little food he had finally found to a seriously ill person.
"Xiao Yi, you are injured too, you should take better care of yourself." Someone advised.
Xiao Yi shook his head and said, "I'm fine. As long as everyone gets better, everything I do is worth it."
In such a difficult environment, their bond grew stronger, as they knew that only by facing difficulties together could they have hope of survival.
After a long wait, the young man who had taken antibiotics finally recovered. He looked at Xiao Yi and the others with gratitude and said, "You gave me a second life. I will never forget it."
As time went on, more and more people's wounds began to heal, and their bodies gradually regained their strength. Xiao Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched everyone gradually get better.
However, they know that there are more challenges waiting for them in the future. But they are no longer afraid because they have learned to unite and help each other. They believe that as long as they are together, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome.
Xiao Yi led everyone on the journey again. They walked towards the unknown future with their hearts full of hope and courage.
Xiao Yi traveled through the ruins of the apocalypse, taking every step with extreme caution. Six years of apocalyptic life had made him tough and steady. His eyes swept over those who fought tooth and nail for a packet of expired fever-reducing medicine, and the helplessness in his heart surged like a tide.
He knew full well that in this apocalyptic world, supplies were life. And he possessed a secret that would drive countless people crazy—his dimension was filled with mountains of supplies. These supplies were gathered by him in the early days of the apocalypse, thanks to his extraordinary luck and courage. Back then, he stumbled upon this mysterious dimension and began his frantic hoarding.
However, this secret weighed heavily on his heart like a huge rock. He dared not reveal his space easily, fearing endless trouble and danger. In this apocalyptic world, the ugliness of human nature had long been exposed. He had seen too many people resort to unscrupulous means, even killing each other, for a few supplies.
Xiao Yi sighed silently and continued to move forward. His figure seemed particularly lonely in the ruins, as if he was out of tune with this world.
Suddenly, a commotion caught his attention. He turned around and saw a group of people surrounding a thin woman, shouting at something. Xiao Yi frowned and walked over quickly.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Yi's voice was low and powerful.
When the group saw Xiao Yi, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, but someone still said arrogantly: "This woman stole our things, we want to search her."
Xiao Yi looked at the woman, only to see her face filled with fear, shaking her head. Something in his heart moved, and his intuition told him that the woman was being wronged.
"What did she steal from you?" Xiao Yi asked.
"A pack of biscuits," someone answered.
Xiao Yi sneered: "Just for a pack of biscuits, you are going to treat a woman like this?"
The group of people were a little embarrassed, but still said stubbornly: "In this end times, biscuits are life."
Xiao Yi was too lazy to talk to them anymore, so he took out a pack of biscuits from the space and threw it to them: "Okay, you can let her go now."
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