The president is committing suicide

The trick of inflicting pain on one's self can only be used once, not twice.

Ding Jiaying wanted to spit at him, thinking that she had been fooled, but she was wishful thinking.

It is one thing to think so in your mind, and another to do it.

She could have just remained expressionless and indifferent without responding, but she had a fever and her tears were especially hot.

"I am fine."

"Shut up."

Ding Jiaying applied medicine to him and bandaged him, with a fierce look in her eyes but gentle hands.

Shen Cong tried to ease the atmosphere, saying that he had made great gains today. He accidentally called Luo Yan, and although it was only five minutes, it was enough for him to know that this guy was nearby and would soon find a way to send something to him.

Ding Jiaying ignored him with a cold look in her eyes.

"Are you still running a fever? Is the medicine not working?" Shen Cong stretched out his hand but was slapped down by her.

Shen Cong looked at Ding Jiaying aggrievedly.

"It's better now. They are all patients."

I hate it so much.

Ding Jiaying's muttered words almost made Shen Cong laugh.

"This minor injury is nothing serious."

"It's okay, it's okay. The doctor doesn't have any medicine left. I'm just wondering why there are so many injured people, but you're the only one who looks so miserable."

It's not just food that's disappearing, medicine is also disappearing.

When everything about survival begins to be visibly restricted, some people will use all means to destroy fairness and plunder.

She either wanted to blame Shen Cong or felt angry about this and felt useless.

He fought hard outside, but when he came back, he had no food or sleep, and he was injured and even lacked medicine. And I clearly found out, I clearly noticed it, but I didn't know what to do.

If Qiao Shen hadn't retorted today, even his words would have sounded so cowardly.

It was as if the flame that refused to go out in the darkness finally burned herself, and Ding Jiaying felt her soul burning with pain.

Shen Cong secretly rejoiced inwardly, and felt pity for the way she criticized herself.

Although she was angry, the candlelight softened the contours of her drooping face.

"They are just annoying rats, short-sighted and mean people who are successful. Don't pay any attention to them."

"I can't stand seeing villains succeed. Why should villains succeed?"

"Okay, okay. Have you heard the story of Gong Shuduan?"

"Duke Zheng defeated Duan Yuyan?"

"To destroy someone before he dies is to make him crazy. You know that."

Ding Jiaying stared at him with burning eyes: "Do you have a plan?"

"I know what's going on." Shen Cong suddenly started laughing.

Ding Jiaying was dissatisfied: "Pretending to be smart and playing tricks."

"I guess so. Don't worry, just watch quietly, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

Ding Jiaying slapped his wound, looked at his painful expression, pursed her lips and glared at him.

He was not angry, leaning against the sofa with his eyes slightly closed: "I'm too tired, I'll take a rest for a while."

He rarely said he was tired.

After just a few minutes, Ding Jiaying was sure that he had fallen asleep and would not wake up for a while.

Ding Jiaying put a coat and down jacket on top of the blanket, hoping that he would be warmer.

Soon, the familiar sounds outside rang out again, and the coldness seemed to come up from the ground and grab people's ankles and drag them down.

Ding Jiaying hurriedly piled all the quilts on the bed on Shen Cong.

The candlelight was swaying and getting lower and lower. Ding Jiaying barely managed to read a book for a while, and she felt so groggy that her body was almost numb.

She instinctively crawled into Shen Cong's arms.

The next day, Shen Cong did not get up and go outside with the team.

The doctor invited by Ding Jiaying to examine Shen Cong's wound was at a loss as to what to do.

"Make bricks without straw."

He could only clean the area around the wound to prevent infection.

Shen Cong held Ding Jiaying's hand. She smiled and didn't ask why even simple antibiotics were no longer available. Instead, she cursed the ancestors of those damned guys in her heart.

Sometimes, Ding Jiaying felt that she was in a very strange mental state. Her face was calm, but her heart was already crazy and ready to destroy the world at any time.

If those guys can't kill us today, we will definitely kill them someday.

"You don't bother to crush them to death." Shen Cong glanced at her, "In the future, it will be enough for us to have something that they can never have, and show it to them every day."

"Naive!" Ding Jiaying rolled her eyes at him and then realized, this guy can read minds?

He met her eyes innocently and pointed his finger at his face: "Don't show your emotions on your face."

"Is there?" Ding Jiaying touched her face and looked in the makeup mirror. There was only a cold and sour face.

At noon, Ding Jiaying didn't want to go downstairs to eat, but Shen Cong persuaded her to go downstairs to see what was going on.

The restaurant has now formed a very primitive ecology, with two camps formed by those who pursue survival resources and those who sneer at it.

They were clearly divided on both sides of the restaurant.

Interestingly, people who think they have privileges and resources to survive brazenly flaunt their power, and at the same time develop different classes. The group with the most power and the most words, the smallest number of people, eat the best food, and sit closest to the warmth of the fireplace. And the layer with the largest number of people, eat the least food, and sit farthest from the heat source.

The group of people in the center were dressed cleanly and had ruddy complexions, and even exuded a fresh scent, as if they were not bothered by these things at all. They still wore white shirts, drank expensive red wine, and ate the endless supply of food that they said they brought with them, with undisguised mockery and contempt in their eyes.

The people on the other side sat down in the nearest seats according to the first-come, first-served principle. The food they had was meager, with only the increasingly thin broth and a small piece of bread provided by the restaurant. Some of them went out every day to try to contact people, using shovels to clear the way.

They glared at those who defected to the other side, imagining that one day an unknown punishment from heaven would torment the conscience of those on the other side.

They feel uneasy about the power and meanness of the people on the other side, and find many excuses about the future for their own kindness and persistence.

They all looked down on each other, but no one crossed the line to spit at each other.

When Shen Cong brought Ding Jiaying in, the sounds of talking and eating suddenly dropped a lot in decibels.

Ding Jiaying noticed that people on both sides were staring at Shen Cong.

He didn't have three heads and six arms, and he was injured and even looked pale, which detracted from his good looks.

After he got the food and sat down with Ding Jiaying, President Jin walked through the crowd with a glass of wine and a plate of steak and sat in front of them with a smile.

"Mr. Shen, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in such a safe situation."

The old fox's words were veiled in meaning. On the surface, he was trying to get close to Shen Cong, but his words were ambiguous. People who didn't know the truth might think that Shen Cong had done something shameful for him.

"Mr. Jin, you are too polite. It is fate that we met here. We have been out for a few days and several of us were injured. We gained very little and I am sorry to everyone. The current situation is not stable and we still need everyone to work together. Mr. Jin, will you come with us tomorrow?" Shen Cong was not fooled.