Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 I Really Didn’t Eavesdrop

Hearing Su Dai’s words, Jiang Yan let out an “Oh?” but did not immediately take a stance.

She had been reading some books on psychology and the art of being thick-skinned recently, and after being alone for several days, her temperament had become even more calm and restrained.

Su Dai, however, was getting anxious, “Jiang Yan, if you don’t think much of this jade pendant, I could use some food from my home to exchange for it…”

The first time she got pregnant and had a miscarriage, her husband, Sun Jingtao, who hadn’t yet been discharged from the military, was participating in a special training out on some wilderness Gobi desert.

His phone had been confiscated, so there was absolutely no way to contact him.

Of course, even if she could have contacted him, he would have been too far away to reach her.

Back then, there were no ride-hailing apps, and to get a taxi, you had to stand on the street corner and flag one down.

It was Tian Jiliang and his wife, just off from work, who happened to drive her to the hospital.

Su Dai had always remembered this kindness.

But obviously, now wasn’t the time to bring up these details.

Jiang Yan didn’t directly admit she had one but consoled her, saying,

“I remember I might have ordered a home first aid kit online before, but I’m not sure where it is after the move; I’ll have to spend some time looking for it, so don’t rush yourself.”

For many households, medicines are generally kept in drawers.

However, first aid kits take up more space and are seldom used, so they might be buried in some corner of a wardrobe.

“Okay, thank you, Jiang Yan. For now, you can hold onto this jade pendant,” she said, pressing the jade pendant into Jiang Yan’s hand as if to reassure her.

The quality of the jade was indeed exceptional, feeling incredibly smooth and delicate, with that cool, icy touch.

Jiang Yan didn’t turn it down, stating, “Then you head back first, and I’ll bring it over as soon as I find it.”

She had been to Su Dai’s home before, and though she couldn’t invite Su Dai into her own home now, it didn’t seem right to have someone stand waiting at the door, so that was what she settled on saying.

Su Dai nodded anxiously and hastened back to her own apartment, 3204.

It looked like Tian Jiliang’s injury was quite serious.

Jiang Yan closed the door behind her and went back inside, putting the jade pendant into the space, then with a thought, she pulled out a red nylon multifunctional first aid pack from the space.

The first aid pack contained band-aids, iodine swabs, alcohol disinfection pads, gauze, triangular bandages, bandages, tourniquets, tweezers, etc., which were just right for dressing Tian Jiliang’s wound.

Such packs are sold on online marketplaces, and some regular households buy them to keep at home, so it’s nothing special.

Furthermore, since the wound was deep, to facilitate disinfection and prevent infection, she added a bottle of hydrogen peroxide for cleaning wounds and two packs of amoxicillin for anti-inflammatory purposes.

Although there was alcohol in the first aid pack that could also be used for cleaning wounds, it was more suitable for shallower wounds.

After doing all this, she quickly adjusted her hair and, about two or three minutes later, she left the house.

Just as she stepped into the hallway, Jiang Yan sensed something was wrong.

The corridor was too dark.

She could faintly detect a fresh smell of blood.

Glancing up, she saw that the door to 3202 was actually closed.

It seemed that the leaky, dilapidated apartment had a new tenant.

However, she didn’t know who from the compound was living there.

There were also several tents set up near the elevator.

Seeing her come out, the people inside the tents simultaneously zipped up their flaps with a “chua”.

Jiang Yan glanced at them briefly before shifting her gaze away.

Just as she was nearing the fire exit, the door to 3203 creaked open.

Zhou Wei came out, carrying a plastic bag as wrinkled as his face.

“Jiang Yan,” he called out.

His voice sounded a bit leaky today, as if he were missing a few teeth.

His right cheek seemed a bit swollen, as though the shar-pei like folds had flattened out considerably.

Jiang Yan paused, “?”

Zhou Wei softly spoke, pressing the bag into her hands, “This is gauze left over from when my child was ill and we were brewing traditional Chinese medicine to wrap the herbs, all new. See if it can be a makeshift help for Tian Jiliang. Gauze is breathable and can facilitate faster healing of the wound.”

Jiang Yan did not take it but instead gave him a probing look.

She was inwardly puzzled; there was some distance between their homes.

Logically, even without the noise of the rain outside, he shouldn’t have been able to hear Su Dai and her talking.

Zhou Wei, as if understanding the skepticism in her eyes, quickly explained:

“I wasn’t eavesdropping on your conversation just now, I saw Tian Jiliang being helped up here with Sun Jingtao and others earlier… He’s badly injured, there was blood all over the ground.”

Alright, he hadn’t eavesdropped on the conversation.

But early in the morning, he was able to see Tian Jiliang’s injury, and then see Su Dai seeking her out.

Was it coincidence, or had he been surreptitiously observing from behind his door…

And now he was deliberately hinting his unreasonable behavior to her.

In just a second or two, Jiang Yan had analyzed Zhou Wei’s actions in her mind.

Yet outwardly, she remained nonchalant and replied, “Thank you, Zhou Wei, but keep the gauze for your own use. Su Dai has clean bedsheets at home that can be used as a substitute.”

“The gauze is a bit better for the wound, helps it heal easier. It’s just a little something from me; we are neighbors, we should look out for one another,” he said, and this time, he didn’t wait but stuffed the bag into Jiang Yan’s hands.

In the blink of an eye, she suddenly remembered what Tian Jiliang had said about Ma Longbiao’s gang using threats against children, then asked:

“Zhou Wei, I heard from Haoyue last time that she has an older brother. May I be so bold to ask, is he currently in our compound?”

At her question, Zhou Wei’s eyes darkened suddenly.

He clenched his fist, struggling for two seconds before responding in a low voice:

“He might be here, or he might not be.”

Jiang Yan: “What do you mean?”

“No, nothing… Jiang Yan, make sure you use the gauze for Tian Jiliang,” he said gravely, then hastily turned and went back inside.

Jiang Yan watched his retreating figure.

The normally burly Zhou Wei seemed to have lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

Pondering his words, she stepped towards 3204.

The door to Su Dai’s apartment was currently closed.

Jiang Yan knocked on the door.

“Jiang Yan, you’re here,” Ye Qing came and opened the door, his eyes brightening upon seeing her.

His face and body bore some bloodstains, though like Su Dai, they were probably from Tian Jiliang.

Jiang Yan acknowledged with a hum and entered.

A stronger and more pungent smell of blood wafted from inside the apartment.

“Jiang Yan.”

“Jiang Yan, you’ve arrived,” Su Dai and Sun Jingtao’s tense brows relaxed instantly upon seeing Jiang Yan and the red-cross marked first aid kit in her hands.

Tian Jiliang, biting a towel and semi-conscious, was lying slumped on an armchair.

Hearing Jiang Yan’s entrance, he opened his eyes, but with severe myopia and currently without his glasses, he could only see a blurred figure.

Tian Jiliang mumbled, “Salt—”

“It’s okay, Old Tian, Jiang Yan’s here, you’re saved!” Sun Jingtao exclaimed excitedly.