After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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A row of peculiar robots lay in front of the fence. They were deep blue, studded with red, yellow, and green light bulbs, like walking streetlights.

This place... seems to be called the Mechanical Settlement?

A shared settlement of wanderers and machines

Spall pursed his lips and glanced at the scene. But having traveled the universe, he didn't feel much surprise.

However, after taking a few more steps, Spah witnessed a scene that immediately stunned him.

He saw dozens of homeless people.

It's nothing serious.

But none of the homeless people were standing; they were all leaning against the metal fence, their faces ashen and covered in blood.

Red blood flowed across the snow-covered ground, staining the pristine white settlement with an ominous crimson hue.

"Are you alright? I've brought the medicine."

Clara looked worried, her lips trembling.

She ran to a wounded soldier, lowered her head, examined him for a moment, and her eyes involuntarily reddened again.

Clara stood up, like a wounded rabbit, and staggered over to Spa, grabbing the medicine bag.

The girl disregarded manners, reached into the bag and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a box of disinfectant.

She rummaged around for a while and pulled out a few pieces of gauze.

Clara ran back to the wounded soldier, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and gently wiped the wound.

The girl's movements were gentle, each touch as if she were handling a fragile item.

Clara skillfully bandaged the wound. Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, she smiled.

That smile seemed to melt away the ice and snow.

Thank goodness, everything's alright now...

Clara stood up and let out a long sigh of relief.

But the next second, she discovered something quite terrifying.

Clara looked down and saw that she had unknowingly used up a quarter of the gauze she had taken out.

Oh no! Although there's still gauze in the medicine bag, there are just too many injured people; the amount might not be enough.

Thinking of this, the girl's face turned ashen, her arms slipped down involuntarily, and she stood there dumbfounded.

Resources! The lower levels are desperately short of resources.

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If there were more medicines...

Clara pursed her lips.

Just then, a thick, strong hand landed on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

Spa's magnetic voice echoed in my ears.

Chapter 87 Precision A

Clara turned around and saw Spah's handsome face.

She was puzzled and was about to say something when she saw Spah's wrist twitch slightly, and a piece of gauze appeared in his palm.

Huh?

Where did this gauze come from?

I didn't see any steps for him to retrieve something.

Clara was feeling dizzy, but she didn't ask any questions. She reached out her little hand and took the gauze.

Wow!

Spah flicked his hand again, and a dozen or so pieces of gauze appeared in his hand.

However, this is not over yet.

Spare, like someone dancing a hula, spread her arms out and shook her waist, the gauze appearing in her palms as if it were free.

Clara was dumbfounded.

One, two... a hundred gauze cloths in one cage! (The rest of the text appears to be random characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or incomplete message.)

Is this Spah the reincarnation of the god of gauze?

Clara stood there, stunned. It took her a while to react, and a look of joy appeared in her eyes:

very good!

Although the principle is unknown, the gauze for treating the illness is now available.

The little girl was overjoyed and walked towards Spa with a smile.

Several homeless people nearby also noticed this strange sight and stopped to look at Spa.

"Who's this? The magician?"

"I don't know, but even a magician couldn't conjure up so much gauze, could they? That would be creating something out of thin air!"

"Probably someone is looking for gauze resources... but the lower level is only so small..."

Hearing the murmurs, Spah remained unmoved. Only he knew that he was merely an etheric editor, simulating the gauze.

pity……

Since I don't need it myself, I haven't studied its pharmacology.

Otherwise, I'll just create a medicine for you out of thin air, and that will solve the problem once and for all.

Spah shook his head, not dwelling on the regret, picked up the gauze, and walked towards the wounded around him.

He skillfully bandaged the wounded, his efficiency almost twice that of Clara.

Tap! Tap! Tap tap tap...

Footsteps sounded, and Clara smiled and went to Spa's side to help him hold the wounded man down.

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't know what would have happened here..."

Clara blushed slightly and spoke as softly as a mosquito's buzz.

"It's nothing, we're already friends."

Spall answered casually, his attention entirely focused on the bandage.

"Friends...?"

Clara muttered to herself and lowered her head.

Besides Hooke... I don't think I have any other friends.

The girl thought to herself.

"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

A hurried cry rang out.

Clara became alert, stood up, turned her head, and saw a female homeless person running out of the settlement.

The wanderer ran to Clara's side, bent over, panting heavily, and exhaled white mist from his mouth.

However, ignoring his breath, the homeless man, with his right hand on his hip, straightened up and said:

"Miss Clara, Herwin is about to collapse!"

Clara was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

The next second, she understood what the homeless man meant. Her face turned pale, and without saying a word, she hurriedly ran into the settlement.

Hao Wen... seems to be one of the injured this time as well.

His injuries were quite severe!

Clara stomped her feet on the ground like a startled rabbit, leaving one footprint after another.

Before long, she caught a glimpse of the wounded man named Hao Wen.

The wounded man looked utterly defeated. He lay motionless in front of the streetlight, his legs bleeding profusely.

Several homeless people gathered around him, each with furrowed brows and anxious expressions.

"What should we do? This injury probably won't heal. Maybe we should amputate the leg to save its life?"

"Sawed off? Losing the ability to work, what's the difference between that and death?"

"The pipe won't be usable! Right now, saving your life is more important, isn't it?"

"Even if it's sawed off, can you guarantee there won't be any infection?"

The homeless people were arguing incessantly.

Clara grew even more anxious, pushing her way through the crowd and reaching out to push them aside, but she couldn't manage to move them.

"Make way! Let me through to see the wounded!"

Clara exclaimed.

Her voice was high-pitched but very soft.

But the homeless people still heard her voice clearly, and they all made way for her, standing silently to the side.

A burly fellow stared at Clara, this little girl, without daring to utter a single word.

Clara moved closer to Hao Wen, her gaze shifting to him, and noticed a bullet hole on the side of his thigh.

The bullet was deeply embedded in the flesh, making it difficult to see clearly at first.

Miss Clara

Among the bystanders, a trembling voice spoke:

"Hao Wen was shot in the thigh while protecting me, and he might have to have his leg amputated... Please! You're the best person here to save lives."

"Uh... um."

Hearing the plea, Clara felt a slight tightness in her chest.

I... don't have much confidence either.

The girl muttered to herself, but couldn't resist the expectant gazes of the crowd. She sighed inwardly and lowered her head to examine her wound.

The gunshot wound was deep; no matter how hard Clara tried, she couldn't see where the bullet had been.

Clara reached out and touched the wound.

However, before her little hand could even touch her thigh, she withdrew it.

"I'm sorry! I can't do it!"

Clara shook her head and lowered her head.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, dripping onto the snow like spring water.

Everyone's hearts sank instantly.

"How about I give it a try?"

A male voice sounded.

The homeless people turned around, only to see a sky filled with white mist. A strange man stepped out of the snowstorm and walked slowly towards them.

The man was wearing a blue suit and brown leather boots. However, what caught the homeless people's attention most was the smile on his face.

Spah smiled faintly, as if Hao Wen's wound was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

"Who...who are you? How can I let you examine my injuries so casually?"

A homeless man stepped forward and blocked Spa's path.

"Aren't you wasting your time blocking the road? Aren't you afraid the wounded will bleed to death from prolonged illness?"

Spall curled his lips into a sneer as he looked at the homeless man.