275: Chapter 275 The Only Two Lifelines

Moreover, the wounds in areas corroded by the Acid Rain would be even deeper.

But at this moment, these people seemed completely oblivious to the wounds on their bodies.

It was as if as long as Mo Wangchuan treated them, they would be able to survive.

When the concept of life and death takes over the mind, adrenaline surges through the body.

They could no longer feel the pain in their bodies.

Their movements were as if they would die the next second if they fell even slightly behind the person next to them.

Mo Wangchuan looked at this scene, feeling somewhat dazed.

He didn't know why things had developed this way.

Clearly... clearly it wasn't like this before...

Clearly... clearly these people were all decent people before, all working towards the same goal of rebuilding the base.

But he didn't know why, in just a short while, these people had changed.

Furthermore, as more and more people surrounded Mo Wangchuan,

everyone in the entire room was now heading towards Mo Wangchuan.

Mo Wangchuan was squeezed into a bunch by the crowd.

He couldn't move at all.

Some people were tugging at Mo Wangchuan's sleeves.

Some people were clinging to Mo Wangchuan's legs.

Some went even further, directly pulling Mo Wangchuan's hair.

Yet Mo Wangchuan seemed as if he had no sense of pain at all.

Letting these people pull at him as they pleased.

His own brain had long been overstimulated by the scene before him.

His eyes were wide as he stared intently ahead, unable to think about anything else.

It was as if everything before him was an illusion.

He couldn't believe, nor was he willing to believe, that everything happening before his eyes was real.

Ye Qingqing stood in the corner, arms crossed, silently watching the farce before her.

Suddenly, Ye Qingqing took another crate of Povidone-iodine out from her space.

With a loud "Thud!"

It slammed down directly on the outskirts of the crowd.

At that moment, the crowd besieging Mo Wangchuan dispersed.

It wasn't that these people had no direction for their siege;

rather, they turned their attention once again to that crate of Povidone-iodine.

At first, the people on the edge of the crate grabbed large handfuls of Povidone-iodine from it.

Not caring at all whether the people behind them could still get any.

At this moment, this Povidone-iodine was their life-saving medicine.

How could they possibly leave any Povidone-iodine for others?

Thus, as soon as the crate of Povidone-iodine appeared, it was snatched up by the frantic crowd.

This second distribution of Povidone-iodine was different from the first.

The first time, no one had any experience and thought that once the Povidone-iodine was distributed, Ye Qingqing would just take out more from her space.

But this time, these people knew that Ye Qingqing wouldn't just keep taking out Povidone-iodine.

So their goal changed once again.

They began snatching directly from the hands of those who had managed to grab the Povidone-iodine.

For a moment, the entire scene inside the room changed.

It became incredibly chaotic.

The noise of shouting, the sounds of fighting, the smell of blood, and the pungent odor brought by the Acid Rain all mingled together.

By this time, no one was surrounding Mo Wangchuan anymore.

Mo Wangchuan was left standing alone, staring blankly at the group of people brawling with each other.

And in the middle of this farce, Xu Xueke had long since been trampled on the ground and stomped to death.

That's right, she was trampled to death.

Even after the crowd dispersed, Ye Qingqing saw Xu Xueke's flattened face.

Previously, this face was full of arrogance and unruliness, the image of a refined young lady.

But now, the entire face had caved in.

If not for Ye Qingqing identifying her by the dirty lace trim exposed on that mangled body,

Ye Qingqing might not have been able to tell it was Xu Xueke.

Seeing Xu Xueke's face, Ye Qingqing's stomach suddenly churned violently again.

But Ye Qingqing forced herself to endure it.

Ye Qingqing frowned, knowing she had to end the farce before her quickly.

She turned her gaze to Mo Wangchuan once more.

At this moment, Mo Wangchuan was in tatters.

Half of his hair had been torn out.

His shirt was also in rags; only his pants were relatively intact.

However, both pant legs had also been torn.

The most serious injuries were on Mo Wangchuan's upper body.

For at this moment, one of Mo Wangchuan's arms had been brutally torn off.

Ye Qingqing could clearly see the muscle fibers amidst the intermingled red and white flesh at the break in his arm.

It was enough to give anyone with a weak heart an attack just by looking at it.

But now, this wound was on a living person.

Ye Qingqing took a deep breath and then rolled her eyes at Mo Wangchuan.

To have suffered such a severe injury and not make a sound—it seemed the child had truly been through a lot.

But Ye Qingqing couldn't help but sigh again.

Mo Wangchuan was good in every way except for being too much of a "Holy Mother"; if he weren't a Healing-type Ability User, Ye Qingqing really wouldn't want to bother with him.

Ye Qingqing didn't stay any longer and pulled Mo Wangchuan directly out of the room.

The group of people who had been fighting over the last of the Povidone-iodine suddenly grew anxious when they saw Ye Qingqing and Mo Wangchuan leaving.

They panicked instantly.

They stopped brawling and all scrambled up from the ground.

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but stare in surprise.

In some ways, these people were actually quite united.

But Ye Qingqing didn't want to waste any time here.

She directly released her Gold-element ability.

It transformed into a long blade, barring the way in front of the crowd.

"Take one more step, and don't blame me for being ruthless."

"We have no obligation to save you."

"I've already given you two crates of Povidone-iodine; that's enough for one bottle per person."

"But it's because of your greed that you've ended up in this situation."

"Also, don't expect Mo Wangchuan to treat you anymore. Look for yourselves at what state you've tortured him into."

As Ye Qingqing said this, she deliberately exposed the wound on Mo Wangchuan's arm to everyone.

But at this moment, how could this group of people listen to anything else?

Their minds were filled only with the fact that their only two life-saving straws were leaving.

For a moment, sounds of regret and lamentation broke out.

"Don't! Don't go!"

"We were wrong!"

"We're just too afraid of dying! Please, don't leave us behind!"

"Ah!"

"Please!"

"Don't go!"

Hearing the remorseful voices of the crowd, Ye Qingqing only gave them a cool glance. Then, without looking back, she took out a car, stuffed Mo Wangchuan inside, and sped away.

As for the people in the room, it wasn't Ye Qingqing's place to care, nor could she care that much.

Only after Ye Qingqing's car drove away did the people in the room fully realize that there truly was no hope left.

Thus, the remaining Povidone-iodine in the room became their last hope for survival.

"Ah!"

"It's all your fault!"