Chapter 430 - 429: Zhao Changsheng’s Inner Thoughts
A full pot, with a thin layer of oil floating on top and goji berries sprinkled in, looked particularly appetizing.
After filling two large buckets, Su Mo asked Jianxiong to take them to the refugee camp for the superpower users to drink, and the rest was to be shared among the ordinary people.
Though the ordinary people wouldn’t experience the status effects, it could still seal some holes after a sheep is lost, providing some satiety and nourishment to those who were starving, which was equally good for boosting immunity.
Rong Bai was the first to come to the door and helped Jianxiong carry it to the refugee camp; along the way, everyone’s gaze was drawn to the two iron buckets.
It was so fragrant; the aroma emanating from the buckets as they passed made it impossible not to swallow saliva again and again.
The hot soup was fed to the coughing patients, and even though quite a bit was coughed up, the painful look on their faces visibly decreased.
Faces that were originally pale noticeably began to regain color to the naked eye, and a few doctors came forward to examine several people, finding that aside from two ordinary people who weren’t much affected, the five superpower users were clearly much better.
The doctors couldn’t help but marvel, "The conditions have been suppressed."
Rong Bai heaved a sigh of relief. The superpower users, hearing the explosive news, were too shocked and too exhausted to delve into it, happy at the prospect of surviving.
There were still two large buckets of soup left, and Jianxiong said roughly to Rong Bai, "Let’s gather the refugees and distribute this soup."