An Indian descendant with a neatly trimmed beard held his right hand, looking at the two fingers that were barely connected by a shred of skin. He shouted loudly with a distinctive Indian accent, "We've been bitten, we need stitching, we need rabies vaccines...
Those wild wolves carry unknown bacteria and viruses. We need medication and medical services, we've paid..."
Lilith saw everyone looking at her, and she shook her head coldly and said, "The medications I brought can barely stabilize these two guys. Unless you want your buddy to die, you'll have to figure out something yourself."
Speaking, Lilith looked at the agitated wounded, shook her head, and said, "This is the Inuit tribe. In your eyes, this is a place where primitive people live. How could there possibly be enough rabies vaccines and antibiotics for you?
My boss planned ahead, so there was an airdrop today. However, the drugs were blown into the woods on the west side during the airdrop...
