The drug resources produced by the reserve system have all been used up, and the young man can only collect the treatment drugs issued by the military.
Because there were not enough medical equipment, all they could allocate were some young medical technicians who were not proficient in using medicines.
The snow-white bandage was pulled open and roughly wrapped around the man's sturdy body. The warm liquid that flowed out of the gaping wounds soon permeated the snow-white bandage on his chest. The medical technician seemed to be at a loss and could only take out some more bandages and wrap them around his chest again.
"Brother Ye..."
The young man, who looked a little overwhelmed, couldn't help but shout out the name of their captain.
Even when facing those terrifying ghosts or monsters with extremely high lethality, the boss always stood in front of them like a wall. In the protracted and hopeless war, they were actually injured by the weapons held by those NPCs.
When he collapsed due to exhaustion and injury, this group of young players even heard the sound of their own faith collapsing.
Of course they knew that Brother Ye had tried very hard.
They couldn't hide behind him forever.
But when the battle came to an end and they had no choice but to retreat, they were completely powerless to resist.
They could only watch as the weapons and equipment were destroyed like withered trees and rotten wood.
They had a premonition of a terrifying, empty future, like a monster with its mouth open waiting to devour them.
It’s… over.
Brother Ye's expression looked a little gloomy, with some dried blood stains on his hair and cheeks.
Those gaping wounds and physical pains did not make him depressed. After all, he had suffered far more serious injuries during his rookie period. His current gloomy and lost look was entirely due to the psychological blow.
After the busy medic left, Ye Ge was left with only one team member who was still watching over him, who was also the vice-captain of the team. The other players had already rushed into the war without stopping. They did not have so much time and power to stay in the post-war camp prepared for the wounded.
Brother Ye now looks quite frustrated.
He is always indifferent and has strong control over the copy.
But at this moment, there was little sign of fatigue on his face. Instead, there was a hint of sleepiness that was difficult to conceal.
His teammates had never seen such a weak captain before.
"I'm sorry." Brother Ye said suddenly.
Some of the team members, whose eyes were almost red, looked up at him blankly, "Brother Ye..."
"It's my fault," he said. "It was my poor decision-making that put our team in such an embarrassing situation. If the team ends up... wiped out in this instance, I should take full responsibility."
"Brother Ye! Don't take all the blame on yourself!" The first thing his teammates thought of was to refute him.
Then the deputy captain also looked gloomy and lowered his head, "I am also wrong. None of us could have imagined why the dungeon would turn out like this."