The Evolution of End Times Rebirth

Yang Zefeng woke up from the pain. He only felt pain everywhere on his body, the most obvious one was the injured calf. He wanted to cry out from the pain, but his throat was extremely dry.

Instinctively opened his eyes, his eyes were glaring white, it was so dizzy that he couldn't help but squinted his eyes.

"Baby?!"

Xia Chen's voice...

...Why is he here?

Yang Zefeng tilted his head slightly, Xia Chen was leaning against the edge of the bed, sitting on a stool.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Xia Chen immediately stood up when Yang Zefeng turned his head and asked.

Yang Zefeng watched Xia Chen approach him, the other party seemed to want to touch him, but he didn't know how to do it, so he leaned closer, with bloodshot eyes, looking at him with concern.

Xia Chen combed Yang Zefeng's hair twice, and checked the temperature of his forehead.

When Yang Zefeng is not comfortable, he likes to stab others.But now, his body is so uncomfortable that he is dying, and his heart is even more anxious, but looking at Xia Chen like this, he feels very boring.With the clarity of consciousness, the pain was even more painful and I didn't want to speak at all.

"It hurts... Thirsty..." Yang Zefeng said with a sly expression.

"Does the wound hurt? Bear with it for a while. I'll get you some water to drink, baby, wait a while."

After talking, Xia Chen quickly went to bring a cup of warm water, and took a spoon to feed Yang Zefeng to drink.

After drinking two sips to moisten his throat, Yang Zefeng didn't feel much better. The wounds on his body were basically scratches and scratches from vines. Although they were not deep, the wounds were very long, such a big gap, how painful it would be how painful.Coupled with the rapid recovery ability, the pain is even more painful.The most unbearable thing was the injury on the calf. The muscles and muscles were almost twisted by the parasitic plants. The pain was indescribable. For ordinary people suffering from such injuries, the leg would undoubtedly be crippled immediately. It is undoubtedly a huge torture for those who are able to recover.

In fact, Yang Zefeng can be regarded as having practiced now. When he traveled all the way to S province, he never suffered from injuries, big or small.God knows how afraid he was of pain before the end of the world, just with such a scratch, he must have howled for a long time.

Yang Zefeng endured the pain, his breathing was a little short, and his eyes were steamy.

A low whimpering sound could not be restrained from his throat, he looked like a wounded little animal, with some divergent eyes, looking helpless.

Xia Chen was angry and distressed, he continued to feed Yang Zefeng two sips of water, took the small medicine bag on the bedside table, poured out the two small white pills inside, and let Yang Zefeng eat it.

"This is a painkiller. The doctor said that the wound will be more painful at first, especially in the past two days. Your leg injury is very serious and you need to take care of it for a long time. The injury on your body, as long as you take care of it Basically, they will recover quickly, it's okay...it's okay..." Xia Chen said while continuing to feed Yang Zefeng water, not knowing whether he was comforting Yang Zefeng or himself.

"I really can't take it anymore, so I'll ask the doctor to give you an injection of morphine?" Xia Chen looked at Yang Zefeng's pale and vain face, feeling really restless.

Yang Zefeng gritted his teeth and hesitated for a moment, then said weakly, "...OK."

The doctor came quickly and gave Yang Zefeng an injection, the dosage was very small.

Yang Zefeng's state quickly eased, and he didn't feel tired for a while, so he lay down blankly.

Unabashed vulnerability.

Xia Chen sat down beside the bed and held Yang Zefeng's hand.The back of the hand was a little bruised, which was caused by the infusion all the time.

Yang Zefeng only glanced at it, but didn't make a sound.Xia Chen helped to gently rub the bruised place.

After coming here for a long time, Yang Zefeng slowly fell into a deep sleep.

……

After nearly three days, the pain in Yang Zefeng's body was relieved.Both the complexion and the spirit are better.

Today Yang Zefeng had just finished his fluid infusion, Xia Chen helped to compress his hands with a hot towel.

Except for the leg injury, other injuries have healed a lot. The leg still hurts, but it is not as severe as it was at the beginning, but I still have to rely on painkillers.

Seeing that the bruises on his hands had subsided a bit, Xia Chen put away the towel and fed Yang Zefeng medicine.

"... After a few days when you get better, we can go back, shall we?" Xia Chen said in a low voice.

He really regretted letting Yang Zefeng come out for this trip.

If the medical care in province S was not much worse than that in province B, Xia Chen would definitely take Yang Zefeng away immediately.

"...Oh." Yang Zefeng choked out a word after a long time.

There is nothing to resist, just go back, he really suffered a big crime this time.

It's exhausting, annoying.

Xia Chen immediately smiled softly, and said softly, "Then, baby, are you hungry? I'll go cook it for you. Fish porridge, or something else?"

Previously, Yang Zefeng had been relying on infusion of nutrient solution, and he couldn't drink too much water.You can start eating some liquid food today.

"whatever……"

"Then I'll cook it now, you can take a nap for a while." Xia Chen said with a light smile.

Counting it, he hasn't eaten for a long time, but now he doesn't have any appetite at all, and he doesn't feel hungry after losing fluid all morning.

Yang Zefeng lay there in a daze, without any concept of time.It didn't take long, Xia Chen came back with something.

Xia Chen put some of it in a small bowl first, and let it cool down, so that he can feed it to Yang Zefeng.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the bowl in hand, Xia Chen took a spoonful and tested the temperature on his own lips before feeding it into Yang Zefeng's mouth.

The porridge is moderately thick, with a light fresh fragrance, sprinkled with some chopped green onions, and looks very good.

The thin fish fillets were smooth and tender, but unfortunately Yang Zefeng had no appetite, so he only ate a little bit and then stopped eating.

Asking Yang Zefeng to rinse his mouth, Xia Chen tidied up his things and continued to sit by the bed.Just staring at the other party's face that was still a bit vain, pale and haggard, with some blue stubble on the chin, Xia Chen felt distressed just looking at it.

Yang Zefeng continued to lie there in a daze, his legs hurt, and he couldn't move easily. Xia Chen kept watching him, and gradually he became hairy.

"Why do you keep looking at me..." Yang Zefeng said impatiently.

"what?"

Xia Chen froze for a moment, but was stared at twice by Yang Zefeng.

"Don't stare, I can't sleep..."

Xia Chen pursed his lips, his gaze drifted to meet Yang Zefeng.The two just stared at each other for a while.

Yang Zefeng's brows were furrowed almost all the time, obviously feeling quite uncomfortable.

"...don't want you to leave me again." You belong to me.

Straight eyebrows, brilliant eyes.

Fascinating.

Xia Chen's fingertips lightly brushed across Yang Zefeng's face, drawing the outline of him.

Luscious touch.

"I wish I could lock you up with a chain." My treasure.

"you dare!"

Yang Zefeng was suddenly out of breath, and stared at Xia Chen, his eyes were already big, but if he stared fiercely again, those eyes seemed to be going out of frame, they looked very round.

"Well, sweetheart, I can't bear it."

Xia Chen said indifferently, and looked at Yang Zefeng who was in a state of exasperation. He clasped the other's hand with both hands, bowed his body and leaned his cheek against it, and leaned against it with his eyes closed while smiling lightly.

"Disgusting, are you disgusting?" Yang Zefeng said disgustedly.

"Well, it's what you say." Xia Chen smiled without opening his eyes, his cheek pressed against the back of the other's hand and remained motionless.

The cool hands and cheeks absorbed the temperature of Yang Zefeng's skin.

"Damn..." Yang Zefeng cursed in a low voice, rolling his eyes.In the end, he didn't pull out the hand that Xia Chen was holding.

Too lazy to find something to do.

He is in pain now.

Can't escape, can't fight, always get choked when speaking, and tired just thinking about it.That mood is simply crazy.

Yang Zefeng looked at the snow-white ceiling silently for a while.

Eat and drink enough, or close your eyes and sleep.

Xia Chen seemed to have fallen asleep as well, the ward was silent.

……

A week later, the wounds on Yang Zefeng's body basically started to scab over, and the wound on his leg was no longer broken due to moving, Xia Chen immediately took Yang Zefeng back to Province S.

After getting off the helicopter, Xia Chen pushed Yang Zefeng's wheelchair and sent him back to the room.

Yang Zefeng was picked up horizontally by Xia Chen and put on the bed.

How could Yang Zefeng be willing to be hugged like this in the past.

Only now, Yang Zefeng's lips were pursed and turned white.

Although the wound on the leg will not crack easily due to movement, it is two different things not to crack and not to hurt. It hurts as much as it hurts.

In addition, before returning, the wound on Yang Zefeng's leg had been treated and wrapped in gauze, and he couldn't get used to it all at once.In fact, on the surface, it looks much better than at the beginning, but he still has some internal injuries.And I have to change the medicine every day, and I don't want to recall the process.

Xia Chen put the person away, and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead for the other person.

"I'm going to take care of some things. I'll come back and make you dinner. You can lie down and rest."

"Oh."

Xia Chen poured a glass of water, washed an apple and put it on the bedside table for Yang Zefeng, then hurriedly left the room.

Yang Zefeng would be fine as long as he didn't move his legs, so he stretched out his hand to pick up the apple and gnawed it.

……

Yang Zefeng nestled on the bed all afternoon, and Xia Chen didn't come back until the evening when it was almost dinner time.

On the bedside table, the water glass was already empty, and there was an apple core lying there.

Xia Chen picked up the fruit core and threw it into the trash can, and asked, "Do you still drink water?"

"Don't drink."

"Then I'm going to cook, it will be ready soon." Xia Chen smiled, got up and went to the kitchen.

Yang Zefeng didn't say a word, watching the other person walk into the kitchen, frowning, hesitant to speak, seemed a little impatient.

The sound of running water washing vegetables and rice in the kitchen.

The impatience on Yang Zefeng's face became more and more obvious, and finally turned into anxiety.I wanted to get up by myself, but my legs were supported, and I didn't dare to move around.

The mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and finally closed the eyes, and said, "Xia Chen."