Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 231

In the car parking lot.

Luo Gang and the other ten injured men lined up in front of Dai Yun, waiting for treatment in exchange for bottled waters. She was the only healer among them—there were no nurses or doctors in the group.

Gritting his teeth, Luo Gang endured the pain as Dai Yun channeled her ability to heal his wounds. With a solemn shake of her head, she muttered, "I can only do so much. My ability is only Tier 1. The water blade's damage runs too deep."

Luo Gang glanced at his arm, which was almost rendered useless. The journey to Longmen Base would take at least another day. By then, his wound would worsen—who knew if he'd ever be able to use his arm again?

The same went for the others. They hadn't been paid, yet they ended up injured. The losses far outweighed the gains!

Dai Yun wiped the sweat from her forehead. The mental strain of healing so many people had exhausted her. If only the medicinal paste they bought from the jade merchant hadn't been used up on Wang Bo—it would have been a great help now.

Luo Gang sighed and gave a wry smile. "It's fine. It's my fault." He pulled out a small bottle of water and poured it over his wound since he didn't have any alcohol.

Watching from the roof of the car, Nanzhi finally had enough. She hopped down and walked over, arms crossed. "You're doing it all wrong. That's going to get infected."

Because of what had happened at dawn, no one dared dismiss her like before. Even the blue-eyed man—one of the most powerful in the convoy—had retreated willingly because of her. They looked at her in a different light.

Power had a way of making people listen.

"Well, what do you suggest? I don't have any medicine or alcohol," Luo Gang said with a sigh, full of regret. This was the price of not listening to Nanzhi last night.

Without answering, Nanzhi reached into her backpack and pulled out two small bags of green paste. She unsealed the bags.

A soothing herbal scent filled the air. Just a whiff was enough to forget the pain.

The Iron Gale Squad suddenly perked up, their eyes gleaming with recognition.

"Wait a minute—"

"That scent—"

"Isn't that the paste from the mysterious jade merchant?!" Dai Yun and Liu Ming exclaimed in unison.

Did Nanzhi's team also meet the jade merchant?

Seizing the opportunity, Nanzhi nodded. "It is."

"No wonder!" The familiar scent confirmed it.

"Hold still," she instructed. With practiced precision, she cleaned the wound with alcohol, scooped out a small amount of each paste, and applied it. A cooling sensation spread instantly, dulling the pain.

She wrapped the wound in bandages.

Luo Gang inhaled sharply, expecting a sting—but instead, the pain faded like a receding tide. Even a healing ability couldn't achieve such an effect. Normally, closing a wound without anesthesia would be unbearable. "Where did you get this stuff?"

"The jade merchant, of course," she answered before extending her palm. "I don't do charity. Your payment?"

Luo Gang patted his pockets, but he had nothing on him—only crates of water.

"I only accept jade," Nanzhi said firmly.

"Can I pay once we reach the base?"

Before he even finished speaking, Lin Weihao appeared behind Nanzhi, holding a pen and a stack of papers. The headline read—IOU.

"Sign this," Lin Weihao said smoothly.

Feng Ran, Hei Qian, and Bingwen's memories were instantly triggered. Without even looking, they knew what was written.

This black-hearted merchant strikes again!

Nanzhi merely glanced at the paper and nodded in approval.

The three's lips twitched. Another black merchant!