A few minutes ago.
Outside the tactical vehicle, within a makeshift ward built of isolation panels.
Song Chu was soaking in a bucket of ice water, surrounded by hot steam, with scalding waves surging in the bucket and bubbles rising.
His eyes were tightly closed, his entire body as red as a boiled crab, with a needle attached to his arm transfusing blood.
Beside him, He Nanguang lay limply on a stretcher, as if someone had pulled out his bones, while a nurse fed him medicine spoon by spoon.
The cost of the [Yukong] ability is a decrease in bone density.
However, the specificity of this ability allows He Nanguang's body to absorb and utilize the free calcium in his blood very efficiently, enabling him to almost eat calcium tablets like meals without worrying about kidney stones.
"The thing I worried about the most still happened."
Song Chu poured a small bucket of ice water over his head, steam rising all around him: "We still lost contact with the front line…"
