"Yes, bandage the wounds." Shangguan You nodded and took out several bottles of antiseptic medicine, instructing them to dress their wounds.
"Miss, use my medicine instead; save yours." Zhong Mingyang swiftly stepped forward, tucking Shangguan You's medicine away and pulling out the You Family's medicine from his own carry-on bag. He knew that medicine from Shangguan You's hands was worth its weight in gold and its effects were vastly different from anything they could produce themselves. Such a treasure shouldn't be wasted on these petty thugs; if it were to be used, he should keep it for himself.
"This is the You Family pharmacy's antiseptic medicine. Stop the bleeding first, then each of you take a health pill and bandage your wounds."
