Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

When the soft milky white light of the healing power gently enveloped the old man's incomplete limbs like the warm spring sun, Li Luo's body staggered suddenly.

At that moment, she seemed to be hit hard by an invisible force and almost lost her balance.

Lu Jingcheng was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stepped forward and firmly held her slightly thin but extremely strong shoulders.

The moment his fingertips touched, he felt the tenseness of Li Luo's muscles under his combat suit. It was not a weak trembling caused by overdrawn supernatural powers, but a kind of anger from the depths of his soul, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to go.

Lu Jingcheng could fully understand Li Luo's inner anger.

These innocent people before our eyes have suffered inhumane torture, and their bodies are covered with shocking scars. Each wound is like a silent accusation against the ugliness of human nature.

Their experiences, like sharp thorns, have pierced deeply into the hearts of every person with a conscience, arousing endless anger and pain.

"Comminuted fracture of the tibia." Li Luo's voice was as cold as frost in the cold winter, as if it could freeze the air.

However, the halo in her palm became softer, and it slowly flowed on the old man's wounds with a warm and healing power.

Under the effect of the halo, the rotten flesh quickly faded away like snow melting in spring, and pink new tissue grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye, carefully wrapping around the exposed bone stumps of the old man.

"The nerve repair needs to be done in three steps. It will be a little itchy during the process, so please bear with it." There was an imperceptible soothing tone in Li Luo's voice, trying to bring a little warmth and comfort to the old man in this painful moment.

The old man's turbid tears slid down uncontrollably, dripping onto the back of Li Luo's hand, mixing with the pus and blood that had not yet dried.

His eyes were full of gratitude and hope, as if he finally saw a glimmer of life in this dark abyss.

That light came from Li Luo, from the healing power in her hands that emitted a warm glow.

When the second halo gently swept across the old man's sunken chest, Lu Jingcheng clearly heard three crisp sounds of broken ribs.

The sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

A raging rage instantly ignited in his heart, and the atrocities of the perpetrators were like the devil's minions, lingering in his mind.

He wished he could find those inhuman beasts immediately, tear them into pieces, and seek justice for these innocent victims.

As the rescue work progressed, Lu Jingcheng and Li Luo continued to shuttle around every corner, looking for more survivors who needed treatment.

When treating the fifth survivor, Lu Jingcheng keenly discovered that beads of sweat had already appeared on the back of Li Luo's neck, like dewdrops on grass leaves in the morning.

He took out a tissue from his backpack and wiped Li Luo carefully.

Li Luo's attention was all focused on the victim.

The person she was treating at the time was a middle-aged man whose scapula was pierced by an iron hook.

Every wound on his body looked like an elaborate torture exhibition, which was shocking.

It can be seen that the penetrating wound on his right shoulder deliberately avoided the aorta.

It was as if his attackers were deliberately prolonging his suffering; the burns on his left leg formed a regular grid, as if someone had carefully measured with a ruler.

The most terrifying thing is his back...

Someone actually used a sharp knife to carve an entire "landscape painting" on his back!

Between the festering flesh, one can even faintly make out the deliberately preserved inscription and signature.

At this moment, pain was spreading across the man's face like a surging tide, and his facial features were distorted by the extreme pain.

His body couldn't stop shaking slightly, and every inch of his muscles was tense, as if he was struggling against the tremendous torture that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

Although the amplitude of the trembling was small, it seemed to carry endless pain, and it was particularly shocking in this dark and damp basement.