Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 283 - 275: Leadership Spirit

"By the way, let me introduce you to Mr. Cheng, this is Xu Zhilin, who handles all the big and small affairs in the team."

"Brother Yang, you’re being too polite, just call me by my name." Then looking at Xu Zhilin, "Hello, Brother Xu."

Xu Zhilin seemed a bit eager for more, nodded, and didn’t say anything.

"Haha, how could that be? You’re our great benefactor."

Polite words are just words, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t take it seriously, "I wonder, Brother Yang, what brings you here?"

"Oh, I heard from the brothers that Ming Shan’s life was saved, so we came over to take a look. We were busy all night and finally had time now. Most of the brothers in the team were treated by Mr. Cheng, and we don’t know how to express our gratitude."

"Mr. Cheng is really talented and virtuous, we men cannot compare," Xu Zhilin couldn’t help but praise.

What a big compliment, could she not accept it?

"Exactly, exactly, we cannot compare," Yang Fan hurriedly echoed.

He arranged for Mr. Cheng and his team, and, still worried, returned to the base. Only after those on the opposite side of the river dispersed did he and Xu Zhilin return together.

As soon as they returned, they heard of Mr. Cheng’s remarkable deeds.

Doctor Huang was delayed for more than an hour treating Ming Shan, yet Doctor Han kept seeing patients, and even together, they didn’t treat as many patients as Mr. Cheng did alone. Of course, it also helped that she had a few good aides, but outsiders didn’t see it that way; they only knew that as long as you entered Mr. Cheng’s tent, no matter what kind of injury, it could be quickly treated and bandaged.

Moreover, her medicine was very effective; after returning, many brothers improved significantly, which was spread mysteriously among the brothers, making her seem much more formidable than any so-called doctor.

Due to this, the brothers in the team admired and revered Mr. Cheng even more.

Apart from being shocked, the two didn’t know how to describe it, never expected Mr. Cheng to be skilled in martial arts and Qihuang Skill to such an extent, naturally, they had to thank him and take a look at Ming Shan as well.

Unexpectedly, once they arrived, the little fellow shocked them once more, making them even more curious about Cheng Xiaoxiao; she could no longer be described as merely a multi-talented person.

They just wanted to ask, what is it that she doesn’t know?

To say Cheng Xiaoxiao’s medical skills are excellent, some might be disappointed, but she has cheats, and others didn’t know that, so her image suddenly became grand and high-end.

She intentionally slapped a certain old man’s face, painfully spent 2000 System Coins, bought a bunch of antibiotics, dissolved them in water, and each wounded person who needed anti-inflammation drank a cup. Ancient people’s bodies were naturally more resilient, and having never encountered strong anti-inflammatory drugs before, the effect was naturally amazing.

Even if she knew her capabilities, she couldn’t say it, could she? She could only politely say, "Not at all, not at all, now you all go see Deputy Ming Shan, I’ll go have breakfast first."

"Mr. Cheng worked hard all night, saved so many brothers, truly indescribable gratitude."

"No problem, I’ll have things to trouble you with later."

"Whatever Mr. Cheng needs, just say the word," Yang Fan said sincerely; what he owed were not human feelings but countless lives and was certainly honored to repay.

Previously, they thought the other party was deliberately teasing, now it seemed he genuinely needed help.

"Great! I won’t be polite," saying that, she turned back towards the tent, calling her sisters to return together.

By this time, the sky was gradually lighting up, the camp was buzzing but orderly as work quickly got underway.

They provided a large amount of supplies to help repair the houses; the leaks were so severe that they used tarpaulin to sew up and cover, nailed at the four corners on crossed wooden boards, ensuring that no wind or snow blew in inside.

The men responsible for shoveling snow had cleared the snow from the roofs, yards, and main roads early.

Previously, Yang Fan’s team drank directly thawed snow water, causing frequent diarrhea among the brothers. Now, they gathered around the 132th Regiment’s place to watch the water being filtered, the extracted snow water clean and clear, seeming very pure, astounding everyone.

Additionally, they set up a dozen large pots to start cooking porridge; those warriors who had been eating rice bran for several days smelled the fragrant rice soup, swallowed their sore throats, and couldn’t stop the drool from pooling out.

Most of the food they looted last time was moved back to the mountain for the elderly, women, and children, really leaving little food at the camp. For the past few days, they couldn’t even eat plain porridge, subsisting on rice bran and coarsely ground corn buns, and only having one meal a day, boiling snow water to eat with pickled vegetables when hungry.

So when the chef at 132th Regiment boiled rice porridge that bubbled and gurgled, the sound echoed in their hearts.

Half an hour later, the porridge was ready; Cheng Hao let Yang Fan organize his team’s people to come and receive thick rice porridge, for those who couldn’t, other people could bring it to them, but only one serving per person.

However, Cheng Hao also clarified that they only offer one free meal.

Upon knowing that each of their people had a share of the porridge, Yang Fan was moved to tears and expressed endless gratitude with his uninjured brothers.

They only had about 1000 people in total, while the others had nearly 1700, each having a bowl of porridge still amounted to several large pots.

Cheng Xiaoxiao and her sisters surrounded the table, each with a bowl of sweet potato porridge, a small plate of pickled vegetables, and two big pancakes. They were exhausted after a whole night, their stomachs growling fiercely; only when they ate the hot food did they feel alive again.

They ate happily, only one person felt that while the porridge was soft and delicious and the pickles and cakes were also nice, she still missed greens.

Seeing her expression, it was obvious that she was craving greens again.

"Sis, can we grow bean sprouts in this weather?" Cheng Xiaoyuan asked. They had settled down for the moment, and they had the conditions to grow bean sprouts.

"Exactly, Sister Xiaoxiao, it feels like forever since we had bean sprouts," Yalan reminisced fondly.

Cheng Xiaoxiao shook her head, "Even if we have a cellar, the germination rate won’t be high in this weather."

"But if we burn charcoal in the house, warm it up, can’t we grow?"

"How much charcoal do you have to burn?" Nolan glared at her sister; now charcoal was scarce, used little by little, all must be put to the cut edge’s use, wasting charcoal to grow bean sprouts really wasn’t worth it.

The few continued eating silently, speaking no further; if sprouts couldn’t be grown, what fresh vegetables could they possibly expect?

If they carved a cave into the mountain to grow sprouts inside, the temperature should be much higher in there.

But such an undertaking was massive; without advanced digging tools, how long would it take to excavate by manpower?

During the day these past few days, the temperature was a few degrees below zero, seemingly warmer; people could move outside, the nights only about a dozen degrees, but according to information received from the system, an extreme cold front was coming; this world was turning into an Ice River era.

To know -40 to -50 degrees Celsius is akin to being in the Arctic, where water becomes ice in a drop, is this place going to become like that too?

How many people would die then? Although she didn’t have much of a leader’s spirit, only wanting to manage her own small plot, the thought of countless thousands dying weighed heavily on her heart.