An Indian descendant with a neatly trimmed beard held his right hand, looking at the two fingers that were barely connected by a shred of skin. He shouted loudly with a distinctive Indian accent, "We've been bitten, we need stitching, we need rabies vaccines...
Those wild wolves carry unknown bacteria and viruses. We need medication and medical services, we've paid..."
Lilith saw everyone looking at her, and she shook her head coldly and said, "The medications I brought can barely stabilize these two guys. Unless you want your buddy to die, you'll have to figure out something yourself."
Speaking, Lilith looked at the agitated wounded, shook her head, and said, "This is the Inuit tribe. In your eyes, this is a place where primitive people live. How could there possibly be enough rabies vaccines and antibiotics for you?
My boss planned ahead, so there was an airdrop today. However, the drugs were blown into the woods on the west side during the airdrop...
If you need it, you can wait two days until we retrieve the medication."
"No, the weather forecast says a snowstorm will hit tomorrow night..."
Ryan Donovan looked at the IOU in Razer's hand, and he said excitedly, "I've already agreed to pay..."
Razer shook his head with a sneer and said, "You go to the hospital, can the doctor guarantee a 100% cure for you?"
Ryan Donovan paused for a moment, exchanged a glance with a middle-aged man with a dark expression, and then said deeply, "What if we go retrieve those airdropped medications?"
Razer laughed indifferently and said, "Not a penny less, but you can ask your mates to each write you a thank-you letter!"
Ryan Donovan looked intently at Razer before nodding slightly and said, "You're quite right. I'll remember today's lesson..."
Razer despised these guys who had nothing to do but talk big; he waved his hand with disgust and said, "You really ought to remember. It's best to tattoo this lesson on your body, so the next time you're about to act foolish, you'll think twice."
Then Razer glanced at the IOU in his hand, snapped a photo with his phone, and sent it to Mountain Eagle before telling Ryan Donovan, "If you keep staying here babbling, your two buddies likely won't make it.
If I were you, I'd take them out of here, give the sick room to breathe, and by the way, call your company's higher-ups. Someone will get in touch with them soon.
If they refuse to pay, trust me, your outcome will be exceedingly dire!"
Ryan Donovan still hadn't figured out the identities of Razer and Mountain Eagle, only knowing Razer was an Inuit legendary hunter and assuming Mountain Eagle was some bored Silicon Valley Chinese descendant tycoon seeking thrills in Alaska...
Upon hearing Razer's clear threat, Ryan Donovan didn't take it to heart but simply nodded and said, "We've already decided to pay, so as a paying customer, could you arrange a room for us?"
Razer looked at Ryan Donovan, his eyes blurred from exhaustion and anxiety, and smiled, nodded, and said, "Go to the village's far west side. There's a vacant house there; you can handle the door lock yourselves. I can lend you a bit of firewood."
Saying that, Razer opened the door, glanced at the faint green ghost fire appearing around the village, raised his lever-action rifle, fired a shot into the sky, and seriously told Ryan Donovan, "You may use your weapon to protect yourselves...
But I warn you, do not open fire recklessly. If your bullets hit the villagers' homes again, I'll blow your heads off."
Ryan Donovan knew well he had no grounds to argue with Razer now, so he glanced at the 'Cleaner' team leader, a middle-aged man with a dark expression and a bushy beard, exchanged a knowing look, and nodded...
Ryan Donovan and the bearded middle-aged man each brought two subordinates and a few more seriously wounded and stayed behind, while others guarded the slightly injured companions in a defensive formation and ran toward the west side of the village...
After Razer and the villagers left, Ryan Donovan looked at Lilith, who was already cleaning the wounds of the injured whose facial skin had been peeled off, and said gravely, "Our people had better not have any incidents..."
"Ah..."
Just as Ryan Donovan finished his words, a severely injured person let out an extreme painful scream. He dared not struggle recklessly, only grasping the bed's edge with both hands, his body writhing like a worm, relieving his agony through shouting.
"Fuck, what happened to him?"
Lilith looked at Ryan, who rushed to the bedside to question her, and said with a cold smile, "Do you know what happens if you offend a medic on the battlefield?
Do you know whom you've actually offended?
An idiot like you is simply clueless..."
Saying that, Lilith sped up her movements amid the agonizing cries of the wounded, roughly using tweezers to swab the wounds, and said, "If I were you, I'd call the company and make sure they pay obediently...
The main reason you've survived until now is because Kerry Cantona isn't well-liked either, and Razer sees no need to wipe you out for a bastard.
Otherwise, when you threatened them with 'Cleaner,' you'd already be buried in the snow."
Even if Ryan Donovan was not the sharpest, he realized he may have stirred up trouble. Frowning, he looked at the plain-looking Lilith and said, "Who exactly is your boss?"