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Seeing that Lu Yuan had finished the vaccination, Han Ying took out a bag of medicine from her backpack and placed it at the end of Erhua's bed, and then the two of them walked out of the room.

After coming out, I happened to see Chen Feihu coming with a man in his thirties.

The man was wearing a vest that was so dirty that the color could not be seen, and the shoulder joint on his right hand was swollen.

He almost walked sideways when walking, for fear that his arm would accidentally swing a little and cause pain.

He originally thought it was just a dislocation, and as long as he didn't move his hand, there would be no problem, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

"Sit inside for a while. It might hurt a little. Just bear with it and it'll be fine."

The house is filled with beds and there are only a few hallways.

So now a few people are standing in the corridor outside 702.

"it is good."

The big man carefully lifted the injured hand with his other hand, and then walked in slowly.

The living room was full of beds and there were no chairs, so I had to find a bed and sit down.

Lu Yuan used his hands together, holding his shoulder with one hand and grabbing his arm with the other.

He said it when no one saw it clearly.

"Hey, that's really good."

The big man only felt a bit of pain just now, and then his bones clicked. He didn't expect that it would be better.

"Comrade Lu, you are good at this. Do you want to come over and become an orthopedic surgeon?"

Chen Feihu just saw with his own eyes that the man was sweating in pain, and now he can move his arms. It seems that Lu Yuan really understands.

"I'm really not a doctor. I can only do this, but nothing else."

Lu Yuan didn't have the time to be a doctor. His friend said it would be okay to help him and asked him to eat this bowl of rice, but he refused.

"Okay, I won't force you."

Chen Feihu patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder and said.

"My name is Wang Feng, and I know your name is Lu Yuan. I owe you a favor."

When cleaning up the ruins after the earthquake, Wang Feng saw Lu Yuan and another person named Han Ying looking for people in the ruins with a dog.

Hearing Wang Feng's words, Lu Yuan just nodded and didn't take it to heart.

With things settled here, Han Ying and Lu Yuan planned to leave. After all, it was already dawn.

"Um, Doctor Lu, do I need to take medicine?"

Wang Feng was walking behind Han Ying and the others. Seeing that they were leaving, he immediately asked again.

"I told you I'm not a doctor, and do you have any medicine?"

Medicines are so precious nowadays. Every bit of medicine is used to save lives.

Therefore, for swelling and pain like Wang Feng's, we can only wait for it to go away on its own.

"No."

Although Wang Feng brought all his belongings to Jiangcheng, there was really no medicine in these belongings.

Go to the doctor for a prescription?

Don't think about it. For this injury, the doctor won't prescribe medicine to you because they don't have much medicine on hand.

Lu Yuan ignored him, walked beside Han Ying, and continued walking forward.

When I walked to 701, I saw a familiar person at the door.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair and watching them come.

It was Zhuang Zi who owned the mutated soybean tree before.

Han Ying guessed that Zhuang Zi seemed to be waiting for them.

"We meet again, thank you for the reminder last time."

Zhuang Zi was in the room just now and heard from several soldiers that someone brought a big dog to the seventh floor.

He wondered if it might be the two people who had given him the salt before, so he went out to take a look, but he didn't expect it to be them.

"Well, are you used to it here?"

Han Ying was very grateful for the mutated soybean pods that Zhuang Zi exchanged for them.

Although Zhuang Zi didn't know the preciousness of mutated soybeans.

"It's not bad, it's quite lively, there are people to talk to, and the soldiers take good care of me."

Zhuang Zi lives with the soldiers. Although the place is a bit small, he doesn't go out much, so it's okay.

"It will be inconvenient for you to live on the seventh floor. If there is a floor you want to live on, I can help you ask."

After all, Zhuang Zi is a disabled person, and there is no elevator available now. He can't stay upstairs without going down, right?

The most important thing is that Han Ying knows that all the people living on the first floor are soldiers.

"Thank you. Originally, Platoon Leader Chen arranged for me to live on the 1st floor. I requested to live on the 7th floor myself. I have a prosthetic leg, but I don't like to use it. It's not a problem if I want to go downstairs."

Zhuang Zi can live alone on the roof of the previous building, and it will definitely not be like this forever.

Just put on the prosthetic leg and go downstairs. It's not a problem for him.

Hearing Zhuang Zi's words, Han Ying nodded, okay, she was just worrying.

While Han Ying was talking to Zhuang Zi, Lu Yuan had already moved forward and was standing at the top of the stairs waiting for her.

Seeing that she came out without saying a few words, he took her hand and went downstairs together.

Even though the sun has just risen outside, the temperature is still rising very quickly.

The ground has also been bleached white by the sun, and no one dares to look directly at such sunshine.

After going down to the first floor, Han Ying took out two anti-glare sunglasses from her backpack and put them on.

He took out his insulated hat and parasol, then rushed out of the building and ran towards their building.

How far did it take to run without wearing insulated boots?

They both felt the boots smoking beneath their feet.

However, the soles are very thick, so there is no need to worry about them burning through.

Returning to the 5th floor, I saw Wu Tingfang holding a plastic chair, sitting in the corridor and looking toward the stairs, probably to see if they were back. After all, it was already dawn.

Knowing that Wu Tingfang was worried about them, Han Ying said with a smile on her face: "I went to see a friend. Sister Wu, please go back and rest."

"Ha, I just came out to get some air. It's very stuffy inside the house. I have to go back."

Wu Tingfang took the chair in her hand, then opened the security door and walked in.

The two returned to 503, and Gouzi arched at Han Ying's feet.

Han Ying knew that it was hungry. After all, the dog had already eaten and drank enough in the past.

"Okay, okay, let's eat now."

Han Ying touched Tangyuan's dog's head, and then brought it into the space with Lu Yuan.

First, they arranged two bowls of food and one bowl of fruit for the dog to eat, and then the two of them started to get food out.

I ate hot pot yesterday. I can't eat it again today, otherwise I'll get angry.

Han Ying thought for a while and had difficulty choosing, and then asked Lu Yuan on the side to order.

"If you don't know what to eat, let's stew the goose in an iron pot and have a bowl of beef soup for each person."

The staple food is the pancakes stuck on the goose stewed in the iron pot. It is a big pot, and two people can just finish it.

After eating, have some after-meal fruits to relieve tiredness.

Sometimes it is difficult to choose when there are too many meals, so Lu Yuan thought about it and planned to make a list of the vegetables they currently have.

Otherwise, sometimes you will eat the same dish for several days in a row, and some dishes will not be eaten once a month or two.

It’s not that I don’t like to eat, it’s that I forget to eat.