Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

"A different plant?" Teng Xiyan frowned, "You mean the vines of a different plant can extend to such a deep place?"

Tantai Zhao turned off the instrument, "I also think it's incredible. Not only is this mutant strain tenacious, but it can actually grow to such an extent. I wonder if the research institute is responsible for this."

Teng Xiyan leaned against the railing, looked up at the dazzling lights on the ceiling, squinted his eyes, and said: "It can only be said that it was the work of that heavy rain. In addition to unknown substances, the rain also contained YN3. Everything is... As long as the component YN3 is analyzed, all problems will be solved."

"What about the vines at the bottom?" Li Jiaoyang asked.

Teng Xiyan clicked his tongue: "Besides, your boss hasn't come back yet. When he comes back and knows the specific situation, he should ask the institute to make potions again."

Lin Wangxi pouted: "Although you are a genius boy, the institute cannot keep recruiting you. If they all rely on you, the institute should get out of here as soon as possible."

Teng Xiyan rubbed Lin Wangxi's head and said with a smile: "I am currently studying purification potions with Fu Zhou. As for the vine potions, I just help out. Someone else will do the rest, not just me."

"That's pretty much it."

"Fu Zhou predicts that in about half a month, low- to medium-level mutants will attack the base frequently. After half a month, these mutants will have antibodies to the dispersant, so reserve food outside as soon as possible to prevent Just in case." Teng Xiyan thought for a while, feeling tired.

"Forget it, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to take a nap." Teng Xiyan walked into the room with his eyes darkened, closed the door and fell on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

This sleep was very comfortable. Teng Xiyan moved slightly and touched a warm body.

"Cang Mingzhu?"

Cang Mingzhu hugged him, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and let out a confused sigh.

Teng Xiyan simply plunged into his arms again, found a comfortable position next to him, and asked in a confused voice, "How is the situation?"

Cang Mingzhu reached out and hugged him, resting his chin on the top of Teng Xiyan's head, and said in a hoarse voice: "The institute has taken out the medicine to clean it up. Don't worry, just sleep more."

Cang Mingzhu hugged him tightly, fearing that when he woke up he would run to the institute to study potions regardless of his body. He hoped that Teng Xiyan would rest a little longer.

"I won't leave." Teng Xiyan could feel that Cang Mingzhu didn't want him to leave, and he had no intention of leaving.

"In half a month, I will work with them to study it as much as possible." Teng Xiyan had a nasal voice and his head was a little dizzy, as if he had a cold.

Cang Mingzhu gently patted his back with her hand, and her chest shook slightly when she spoke: "Don't worry, I believe you."

Teng Xiyan felt his head getting heavier and his eyelids were hot, so he sighed feebly.

Cang Mingzhu felt the body of the person in her arms burning, so she sat up half-supported, reached out and touched his forehead, and her heart sank.

"Ayan, wake up, I'll take you to the medical center." Cang Mingzhu shook Teng Xiyan gently, but Teng Xiyan felt as if his whole body was tied with a shot put, it was extremely heavy.

"I'll be fine if I get some sleep." He hugged the quilt and wanted to get in, but Cang Mingzhu fished him out. After putting clothes on him, he picked him up and rushed straight to the medical center.

Teng Xiyan was nestled in Cang Mingzhu's arms, his face was rosy, and the breath spraying from his nose was hot. He closed his eyes and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Huang Qishan looked at Cang Mingzhu who was in a hurry, quickly vacated a hospital bed, and checked Teng Xiyan's physical condition first.

"I have a high fever. It's a bit serious. I'm in such poor health. I haven't kept up with my nutrition. My schedule is so messed up... eh...!" Every time Huang Qishan said a word, Cang Mingzhu felt in his heart. It felt like being held tightly by a hand, and my throat felt tight.

Huang Qishan showed the back of his hand, patted it a few times, inserted a needle into the back of his white hand, and gently placed the fingers on the edge of the bed with clear joints.

Cang Mingzhu gently held his fingertips, gently rubbing his joints with her fingertips, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in her lowered eyes.

I've lost weight and don't look as good as before.

The weak breathing was particularly harsh at the moment, and the ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Cang Mingzhu held his hand, placed it between her eyebrows, slowly moved it down, and touched it lightly with her thin lips.

The potion was administered quickly, and Teng Xiyan felt very uncomfortable and frowned.

Huang Qishan walked in with a few nutritional supplements, handed them to Cang Mingzhu, and lowered his voice: "After you finish injecting this bottle, give him all these nutritional supplements to drink."

"Also, let him rest more during this period. If he doesn't want to die young, just take care of him. He seems to have some problems and his body is weak. If he keeps going like this, I'm afraid it won't be something like fainting and a high fever. It's gone." Huang Qishan's expression was serious, looking at the young man lying on the hospital bed, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Cang Mingzhu was dull for a while, then said hoarsely: "I know, thank you."

Huang Qishan exited the ward, and the world returned to peace. The sound of the instruments next to him sounded from time to time. Cang Mingzhu stared at his profile, breathing heavily and long, and his eyes were sore.

The white ward made Cang Mingzhu's heart feel heavier, and he couldn't help but hold Teng Xiyan's hand tightly.

"Colonel, why should you smile more? Why are you looking so miserable? I'm not dead." Teng Xiyan lowered his eyes, his left hand was held tightly by Cang Mingzhu, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

Hearing the weak voice, Cang Mingzhu suddenly raised his head and slightly opened his thin lips: "Ayan."

"Here he is, he's still alive." Teng Xiyan spoke with a nasal voice, his throat was so dry, and his voice was weak, "Colonel, give me a drink, I'm going to die of thirst..."

Cang Mingzhu stood up and poured a glass of warm water. Teng Xiyan sat up half propped up on the bed. Although his face looked bad, he still looked at Cang Mingzhu with a smile.

"feed me......"

Cang Mingzhu sat next to him and gently handed the water glass to Teng Xiyan's mouth. The dry lips became plump and bloody under the moisture of the water.

He tilted his head and coughed a few times, leaned on the hospital bed, and looked at the infusion tube, "Ah, it's so serious that the injections have been injected...?"

Cang Mingzhu stared at the back of his white hand. The place where the needle was inserted was a little red, and her throat couldn't help but feel tight. She said hoarsely: "Well, it will be fine after losing. Don't worry."

Teng Xiyan waved to him and motioned Cang Mingzhu to sit by the bed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Cang Mingzhu looked extremely worried.

Teng Xiyan grabbed Cang Mingzhu's clothes with his good hand and pulled it in his direction. Although the strength was very small, Cang Mingzhu cooperated and came forward.

"Kiss me and you'll get better faster."