In the next five days, the porridge distribution points were set up in various places.
The aroma of the food spread throughout the city, and the refugees lined up to get their share. This time, they didn't dare to push and pull at each other.
From the previous experience, they knew whoever made things difficult would have to stay hungry until the next day.
Ray and Noxian also had arrived a day before. Both were handling the grains and sending them to neighboring counties.
Xion was treating the sick and injured in the healing camp along with Allen.
The healer moved from one makeshift bed to another, his hands steady despite the chill biting at the camp. He cleaned the wounds of a young boy whose leg had been slashed during a bandit raid.
The boy didn't cry out when Xion cleaned the wound, nor did he scream. The poor kid merely gritted his teeth and endured it all.
"Aren't you a brave one?" Xion wrapped the wound properly while trying to soothe the child.
