Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 120: Zhang Kaiyang Injured

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Zhang Kaiyang Injured

"That’s right, there’s so much here, you can’t use it all—give us some."

As he spoke, the man made his move.

Song Yi’s mood was low pressure, and he had already been pacing at the edge of fury.

"Let go!"

"What did you say? Don’t be tense, I’m just taking this one."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the man clutched his right arm, screaming sharply in pain.

Jhiang Yuan and Ye Mianmian both heard it and rushed over, placing the remaining two planks on the ground and running toward the window.

The guy had been hit by Song Yi with a pebble—this move of his had always been awesome.

"When a gentleman’s toast is not accepted, the penalty must be drunk—beat him!"

The man was grinding his teeth in anger too, looking at Song Yi and the others with their three people and a dog, he didn’t take them seriously at all.

By the time Jhiang Yuan entered, the fight had already started.

Song Yi and Zhang Kaiyang were not showing any weakness, and nor was Jhiang Xingzhi, all taking up arms to respond to the threat.

Jhiang Xingzhi had his red tassel spear, and Zhang Kaiyang was wielding a watermelon knife he had picked up at the service area before.

As for Song Yi, he was also holding a knife.

It wasn’t very long, but it was extremely sharp—the kind that drew blood with every cut.

Little One’s fighting ability was not to be underestimated either, seizing a person and biting fiercely.

Moreover, he was incredibly agile, making it almost impossible for anyone nearby to lay a finger on him.

The chaos erupted, and she refused to be outdone, drawing her Tang Sword and diving straight into the melee.

One guy, with a death-wishing look on his face, took the chance to grab the liquefied gas cylinder nearby.

Jhiang Yuan saw this and immediately went over.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was loud, and the man heard, shuddering a bit but not letting go; instead, he began dragging it even faster.

Infected by the environment, she too felt a strong intent to kill arise within her.

She kicked him, and the man, quick to react, narrowly dodged.

Still not giving up, he refused to drop the cylinder of liquefied gas in his hand.

Jhiang Yuan, holding the Tang Sword, swung it at him—her swordsmanship had improved significantly under Song Yi’s guidance over these days.

Struggling to defend himself, the man panicked.

"I don’t want it anymore, I’ll give it all back to you, don’t kill me... "

She didn’t want to, living in peace would have been good, but by now it was impossible to stop.

"Run fast..."

"Don’t step on me..."

"Ah..."

There were quite a few people in the stairwell because a fight had broken out above, and those below were trying to run.

But no one wanted to yield—those who were slow ended up getting pushed and then trampled on.

The stairwell on the seventh floor was in complete disarray, resounding with cries of agony.

Furthermore, there were too many people, insufficient space for all.

The crowding was unbearable, and with the corpses on the floor, screams and cries echoed, dismal and chilling.

In less than five minutes, the rest had fled, leaving only a few bodies scattered here and there.

The man who had led them initially wasn’t dead yet, having received several knife wounds.

He was now crawling frantically towards the eighth-floor stairwell, with Song Yi closing in on him, his expression cold.

"You... you can’t—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Yi had already drawn his knife.

The messy ground, even the liquefied gas cylinders on it, did not escape being splattered with blood.

"Are you okay, Sister Yuan? Zhang Kaiyang is injured."

Without time to think, Jhiang Yuan quickly ran over.

The attackers had brought weapons too, and Kaiyang had instinctively used his arm to block a knife.

"What happened?"

A gash had been stabbed into Zhang Kaiyang’s right arm, and it was bleeding.

"It’s not serious, luckily I was wearing thick clothes. The knife was just a small dagger, so it’s just a bit of blood."

He said this on purpose, but in reality it was quite serious.

"Let’s go upstairs first, I have a first-aid kit at home, we’ll stop the bleeding first."

Jhiang Yuan said this, and then looked at Jhiang Xingzhi.

"Dad, are you all right? Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine, my girl. Hurry upstairs and take care of Xiao Zhang."

"Mm."

Jhiang Yuan helped Zhang Kaiyang upstairs, while Song Yi, Jhiang Xingzhi, Ye Mianmian, and Little One stayed behind to tidy up.

This time, they brought him to the year 2002 and let him sit in the living room.

Because he was injured, and would later need to remove his clothes, it would be too troublesome to go to Jhiang Yuan’s house and then come down again. They also risked him getting too cold.

Grandma Ye, upon seeing the situation, also felt scared.

"What happened? Where’s Mianmian? Where is she?"

Seeing the old woman nervously grabbing her arm, she quickly reassured her.

"Grandma, don’t worry, Mianmian is alright; she’s just downstairs and will be up soon."

"That’s good, that’s good."

The old lady immediately felt relieved. Seeing Zhang Kaiyang, she began arranging for someone to fetch the medicine.

Jhiang Yuan settled him on the couch, looking at the man in front of her who was in obvious discomfort.

"Don’t move; I’m going to get the medical kit. Grandma, keep an eye on him and, by the way, boil some hot water."

"Okay, you go, I’ll be here."

There was no choice; given the special circumstances, everyone had to be mobilized.

Jhiang Yuan dared not delay and hurried upstairs, with Qin Yue still unaware of what was happening.

Qin Yue was also startled and, without time to explain, grabbed the medical box and ran back down.

"Zhang Kaiyang, don’t be afraid, I’m going to take care of you now."

In fact, the wound wasn’t large, but it was rather deep. One could already see the white flesh inside.

The perpetrator had been ruthlessly thorough. Jhiang Yuan quickly worked to stop his bleeding.

Removing clothes in such a situation was difficult, so she simply grabbed scissors.

She cut the clothes open directly, as that was the only option.

"Sister Yuan..."

"Don’t talk..."

Zhang Kaiyang must be feeling embarrassed. Though the wound was small, he was losing a significant amount of blood, which started to dye his entire arm red.

She had to take it seriously. Jhiang Yuan worked quickly, and after cutting open the clothes,

Grandma Ye brought over a basin and a thermos. She gave him a simple wipe down and then commenced stopping the bleeding.

How to do this specifically, she was unclear, but she pressed down on it with clean gauze.

Eventually, the bleeding naturally stopped.

However, the wound was too large, making the task much more difficult. She couldn’t afford to underestimate it.

Previously, at the outdoor gear shop, the owner had prepared a first-aid kit with Sanqi hemostatic powder. She applied some, unsure of its effectiveness.

Conveniently, Song Yi and Jhiang Xingzhi returned, each carrying two canisters of liquefied gas.

It looked like they had left Ye Mianmian and Little One downstairs.

That made sense, after the scene that had just unfolded; probably no one would want to crowd in.

"Kaiyang, how are you feeling?"

"Just tidied up a bit and applied Sanqi hemostatic powder. I don’t know about the effect. It’s all I can do to keep pressing."

Upon seeing this, Song Yi quickly went upstairs.

When he came back down, he had Hemostatic Powder in his hand.

"Use this, it’s more effective."

Jhiang Yuan didn’t hesitate and hurriedly reapplied medicine to Zhang Kaiyang.

Song Yi, who had been a soldier, and not just any kind, surely had a certain understanding of these types of wounds.

"You keep an eye on him; we’ll go downstairs."

"Okay."

After the two left, Jhiang Yuan helped Zhang Kaiyang back to her room and let him lie down on the bed to rest.