Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Lin Wangxi threw away the cotton swab that was used to stop the bleeding, raised her head, and felt something was wrong with what they said, and asked, "What's the way out? What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. Do you believe Fu Zhou's words?"

Teng Xiyan pursed his lips and gave Fu Zhou a warning look.

Fu Zhou shrugged and shut his mouth.

"Shall I make a copy of these sheets?" Fu Zhou put the papers neatly, held them and waved them towards him.

Teng Xiyan: "It's up to you."

After waiting for Fu Zhou to leave, Lin Wangxi immediately took Teng Xiyan's hand and said with a serious face: "No, there is something, and you are hiding it from me!"

Teng Xiyan was helpless: "What am I hiding from you? Aren't I basically with you? The dean asked me to make a potion and said he wouldn't protect me if I couldn't make it. So it doesn't mean that he didn't give me a way out. Do I have to make it?"

Lin Wangxi frowned: "What potion? If you can't make it, you can't make it. With me and the boss, Ergou and the others will protect you, what do you care about him!?"

Teng Xiyan echoed: "Yes, so I don't care. I just need to cooperate with them to help develop the YN3 purifier. Once the mutants are solved, we can be liberated!"

"That's good, don't hide it from me. Although I can't guess it, I will definitely tell the boss!" Lin Wangxi warned in vain with a straight face.

Teng Xiyan had a very upright attitude: "How could I lie to such a lovely sister?"

Lin Wangxi sighed: "That's fine! Yanyan, when will the boss and the others return to the base? I always feel a little uneasy..."

I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel uncomfortable all day long, especially my heartbeat, which feels like it’s beating very fast.

"Don't worry, your boss is here, nothing will happen."

Teng Xiyan comforted.

But when he looked at the bracelet, he couldn't help but be afraid that something might happen to them outside. But what he needed to see at the moment was how to make the YN3 purifier.

The sky was getting dark, and light snow began to fall in the sky again. Cang Mingzhu carried the unconscious Li Jiaoyang on his back and walked towards an abandoned house, his head covered with falling snowflakes.

The power here had been cut off, so I had to take out a flashlight and hang it on the wall.

Cang Mingzhu placed him on the sofa and checked his injuries. In addition to being unconscious, the bleeding on his neck had stopped, his wrists had been treated, and his breathing was even.

Tantai Zhao moved a stool and sat next to the sofa. He rummaged through the cabinet in the house and found an old quilt.

Avoiding the location of Li Jiaoyang's wound, he rested on him.

Cang Mingzhu walked out of the house, stood in the snow, and spread dispersant around to prevent mutants from attacking in the middle of the night.

The black coat was covered with snowflakes. Cang Mingzhu reached out and dusted it casually. He stared at the bracelet on his wrist, pondered for a while, and then turned on the communication device.

Teng Xiyan was lowering his head to pour the potion when the bracelet on his wrist suddenly beeped. He put down the potion, glanced at Lin Wangxi who was sleeping on the experimental bed, quietly opened the door and walked to the corridor.

"Mingzhu."

There was silence for a while and then he said, "Ayan, you gave us...the life-saving medicine..."

Teng Xiyan's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and he grasped the bracelet tightly with his fingertips. His throat seemed to be strangled by a rope, and he was a little congested: "Who is in trouble?"

Cang Mingzhu stretched out his hand, and a complete crystal snowflake fell on his hand, but it was quickly melted by the warmth of his palm.

"Li Jiaoyang."

Teng Xiyan's eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously turned around and looked at Lin Wangxi who was sleeping soundly through the glass. Teng Xiyan steadied his breathing and said, "Is his wound serious? Tell me about his condition."

Cang Mingzhu said: "The side of the throat was scratched by a high-level mutant, and the left wrist was fractured. He is now in a coma. No other problems have been found for the time being. At first... the situation was not good."

Teng Xiyan gradually tightened his hands and said, "Give him more water, try to stay awake and don't sleep all the time. If he has a high fever tonight, that's the best..."

He did not continue speaking, his throat was slashed... at such a fatal position, if he could save his life, it would be Li Jiaoyang's fate.

After Cang Mingzhu wrote it down, he was silent for a while: "Don't tell Lin Wangxi about this first, she will be impulsive."

Teng Xiyan responded: "I know, you...take care of yourselves."

Thousands of words are stuck in my chest, and my words are condensed.

Thin, cold snowflakes fell on her shoulders and the top of her black hair. Cang Mingzhu lowered her eyes and replied: "Okay."

They didn't talk much. Cang Mingzhu stroked the snow from his hair and shoulders and entered the dark room.

Tantai Zhao raised his head, his voice a little hoarse: "Boss, he has a high fever."

Cang Mingzhu walked over and said, "It's better if he has a high fever. Wake him up. He can't sleep. As long as he survives tonight, he'll be fine."

He dug out all the drinkable water from his backpack and drank it all for Li Jiaoyang. The exposed skin was hot, but he still didn't wake up, and his cheeks were abnormally rosy from the heat.

Tantai Zhao took out the medicine bottle and poured it into the palm of his hand. The last four pills were poured into his palm. He squeezed the empty bottle and swallowed the four pills to stop the unbearable headache.

The cold wind was howling outside, the snow was falling heavily, and the dark night was especially silent.

"Boss..." Li Jiaoyang half-opened his eyes, his breath was weak, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

Cang Mingzhu suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and walked over, asking in a low voice: "Is there something wrong?"

Tantai Zhao opened his red eyes and stared at Li Jiaoyang closely.

Li Jiaoyang stretched out his hand to touch his neck, but Cang Mingzhu grabbed his hand, "The wound is serious, don't touch it."

Li Jiaoyang coughed twice, his eyes still a little blurry: "I thought I was dead."

Tantai Zhao really wanted to punch him down, and his throat tightened: "He's half dead, and he doesn't know how serious he is!"

Cang Mingzhu turned on the water and Tantai Zhao helped him up.

"Drink all the water."

Li Jiaoyang was still suffering from a high fever, with a wry smile on his face: "What, can you drink water?"

He held the kettle in his right hand, and the fractured part of his left hand was simply fixed, unable to move. Although he said this, he slowly raised his head and drank all the water with difficulty.

After drinking, he lay back down and his eyes finally became clearer: "I feel better."

"You're really lucky!" Tantai Zhao couldn't help but laugh angrily.

Cang Mingzhu put the kettle away and said, "Don't sleep tonight until the high fever subsides."

Li Jiaoyang knew what they wanted to say and agreed: "Don't worry, I can't even sleep if you ask me to sleep now!"

He was suddenly a little glad that his body was stronger than ordinary people, at least he would not die so easily. He still had a lot of things to do...