Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Starting from a heavy rain that lasted for a year in 2072, the earth's crust began to quietly change.

The lights of the abandoned building flickered on and off, vehicles jammed on the road collided with each other, and the horns kept blaring, but there was no one in the driver's seat.

Groups of rats as thick as calves scurried from one building to another, and the collapsed buildings were surrounded by rough vines.

In the hospital ward, the chest of a man wearing an oxygen mask rose and fell slightly. Teng Xiyan moved his fingertips slightly and his long eyelashes trembled a few times. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling.

The medical machine next to him was still making beep beep sounds, which undoubtedly brought his memory back to before the car accident.

He opened his eyes, and there was silence in his ears. Except for the sound of medical equipment, the whole hospital was eerily quiet.

Teng Xiyan pulled off the oxygen mask with difficulty, curled up and sat up despite the pain in his body.

Muscles have atrophied due to not moving his body for a long time. It is now difficult for him to even sit up, let alone walk. He tried to ring the nurse bell, but it had no effect. Apart from the sound of the wind blowing outside, the whole building was lifeless. .

The TV set on the wall flashed and snowflakes appeared, and the next second it began to broadcast:

"According to reports, as the world's most severely damaged city by mutants, almost all personnel in City A have been evacuated to emergency shelters. In order to ensure that all mutant species existing in City A are killed, the Heretic Detection Institute sent a colonel to lead the troops to City A to eliminate the mutant species. If you need help, please seek help from the heretics.”

"Mutant?" Teng Xiyan read these words in a hoarse voice. Blood beads began to appear on his dry lips, and the smell of blood spread in his throat and mouth.

He didn't care, and raised his hands to slowly and feebly massage his legs, trying to regain his mobility.

In other words, there may not be anyone else in the city below him except him, so why not take him with you when transferring?

Teng Xiyan was speechless for a while. He looked at the time and saw that several months had passed. Fortunately, it was only a few days ago that the others evacuated. There were still nutrients beside the bed. He put his feet on the ground with difficulty and stiffness and tried to stand. He stood up, but pain, weakness and numbness swept over him, and his center fell straight forward.

He lay on the ground, closed his eyes, slowly stood up, and grabbed the test tube with the words "nutrient supplement" written on it.

Without thinking, I drank it.

The effect of the nutritional supplement took effect instantly, and he felt that some of his strength had recovered. He put his long and slender fingers on the edge of the bed and slowly climbed up.

He panted lightly, and after just two movements, he was so tired that whether he could survive was still a question. He simply drank the nutritional supplements on the bedside instrument in one gulp, and his overall mental state improved. Some.

Teng Xiyan slowly moved to the window to take a look at the current scene outside. He turned around, leaned against the window, and closed his eyes.

"Survival in the apocalypse?"

I thought it would be bad, but I didn't expect it to be so bad!

Over City A.

Ten military combat helicopters stayed in the air. Cang Mingzhu was sitting behind the first plane, wearing headphones and holding a transparent screen in his hand, which was showing the situation below.

"Colonel, the mutants in the north gate have been cleared away." A clear and lazy voice came from the headset.

"Boss, the mutants in Ximen have been dealt with, but there are a few that ran a little fast towards the center of the city. Please go and deal with them!" A girl with a lollipop in her mouth continued to announce.

The man sitting on the helicopter turned off the screen projection, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his voice was low: "I mishandled it, do you want to be punished with confinement?"

"Wrong, wrong, boss. This is the only time. Boss, please go and deal with it first. There are a few fish that slipped through the net from the north. I will deal with them. Ergou must have let them in due to negligence. You go punish him!" came from the headset! The man on the other side, known as Ergou, couldn't sit still and immediately retorted.

"Lin Xixiang, you farted, you clearly ran from the south, don't frame it!" Li Jiaoyang gritted his back molars, holding a purification gun equipped with a silencer in both hands, raised his hand and shot a mutated beast that fled to the outside. He put away the gun and hummed twice: "Also, don't call me Ergou."

Lin Wangxi: "Okay Ergou!"

"Also, my name is Lin Wangxi!"

Sitting on the helicopter, Cang Mingzhu's temples were pulsing with veins, and he said coldly: "Shut up, or don't come back."

He turned off the headset and said to the red-haired man sitting in the driver's seat: "Go to the center of the city and finish up."

The red-haired man raised his hand and tapped his temple to express receipt.

Teng Xiyan moved slowly while holding on to the wall. Fortunately, the hospital did not take away all the instruments when evacuating. The smell of disinfectant filled the corridor. He held on to the wall and stopped after taking a few steps. Each step involved atrophied muscles. , like a truck running over my calf, it hurts so much that I want to die.

The 14th floor is a floor dedicated to preparing potions. Fortunately, I have been here several times before and know the password.

His fingers tapped quickly on the combination lock, and when he heard a beeping sound, the door slowly opened.

The medical equipment on the 14th floor was the most advanced equipment in City A. He looked around inside and found that Dr. Zhai actually took away the most expensive machine.

"Tsk, when people leave, don't forget to take the good things with you. Don't forget to take the good things with you."

Teng Xiyan picked up a test tube with oxidized and discolored experimental potion in it. He put it back in its original place. The brewing room was in a mess, and there was a half-made potion on the instrument. It can be seen that the situation was urgent, but he still remembered in an emergency. Dr. Zhai was determined to move the instruments away.

He stepped into the medicine room, and a pungent smell of medicinal water hit his nostrils, the smell of YN3.

"YN3? Didn't you take such a good thing with you?"

YN3 is one of the ingredients in restorative stimulating potions. Although it destroys the taste buds, the effect is surprisingly good. However, the dose of YN3 must be controlled accurately. If it is too little, the potion will be useless, and if it is too much, it will become a fatal potion.

So far, the entire world's research institutes have not detected the properties it contains, so its use must be approved at all levels, and the person who configures it needs to have status and medical strength in the research institute.

I don’t know what Dr. Zhai does, but I was quite surprised when I saw a row of YN3 potion water in the transparent glass cabinet.

Teng Xiyan opened the cabinet code. The YN3 storage space must be at sub-zero temperature, so as soon as he opened the glass cabinet, a blast of cold air invaded his body and his face became even paler.

He only took out one test tube and quickly closed the cabinet. He had used YN3 to prepare the recovery agent before, but it failed. Dr. Zhai wasted three tubes of potion. He was so angry that he almost kicked him out of the preparation room. Thinking of this, he felt much more relaxed.

Since Dr. Zhai didn't take away these potions, don't blame him for taking these potions.

He drank all the remaining nutritional supplements in the preparation room. His pale face gained a trace of blood, and his legs and feet also regained some muscle strength. He packed up the instruments, took out the drugs that needed to be tested, and put them on the hospital clothes. After disinfecting the bacteria, put on protective clothing and masks, and start the preparation experiment.

Sure enough, after the YN3 potion was added to the first tube of potion, a chemical reaction occurred between the drugs, and the color of the potion instantly turned into a dark green like poison.

Teng Xiyan picked up the failed potion, shook it, and smiled in disappointment: "Sure enough, I'm still not suitable for this job. I just want to be a salted fish at home, petting the cat, eating and waiting to die."

He destroyed the failed potion and threw it into a special safe, and continued to take out YN3 and start mixing it.

Once he entered the state, Teng Xiyan was completely immersed in preparing potions day and night. He picked up a tube of potion with YN3 added. After precise measurement, the comprehensive degree of the potion should be no problem.

Teng Xiyan pursed his dry thin lips, picked up the recovery potion, and said in a hoarse and dry voice: "It's done, what a genius."

Not a drop of YN3 was left after he used it. He first tested the ingredients and efficacy of the successful potion on the test paper, and it was perfect.

He opened the test tube and drank the prepared medicine. The effect of the medicine began to spread from the moment it entered his mouth. His heart suddenly contracted for a moment. Adrenaline suddenly surged. He was sweating heavily. He covered his heart, and the heartbreaking pain spread all over his body. His cells were boiling, and Teng Xiyan half-knelt on the ground, gasping for air.

The body was too weak to bear the effects of the added YN3, which was too strong and caused the heart to begin to contract violently.

"No? Are you going to die...?"

His vision began to blur, and he curled up to relieve the pain. His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but he slowly opened his eyes, and the pain in his body had disappeared. He stood up with support on the test table, stared at the test tube, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and he murmured: "It worked, eh, what a success." genius."

Teng Xiyan moved his hands and feet and found that all the muscles and organs on his body had returned to their original state, but a feeling of fatigue came over him. He touched his deflated stomach and found that he was hungry.

Staying here, while making a recovery potion, he used two YN3 to make a few paralysis potions, just in case, adding YN3 poison, the zombies would have to die all over again.

He put the paralytic medicine into the syringe, then dug out a plastic bag from the inside and put it in. At the same time, he prepared a dozen nutritional supplements to prevent physical problems.

After pressing the elevator door, he was the only one left anyway, so he should go home first. But as soon as he got out of the elevator and reached the first floor, a chill came from his bones.

He took out a syringe from the plastic bag and held it in his hand. He was wearing a hospital gown and smelled of various medicines. The only living person inside was undoubtedly a moving target.

A huge mutated vine clings to the door of the hospital. The branches and leaves are drooping, and the veins of the leaves secrete a viscous liquid. The remains of an animal are left in the liquid.

Teng Xiyan carefully walked around the vines. It seemed that the viscous liquid was corrosive. These unknown liquids were extremely corrosive and viscous. It would be difficult for things stuck to escape.

A huge figure fell into Teng Xiyan's eyes. On the ruins, a black and white striped tiger was lying on it. The scarlet tiger eyes were staring at him sharply and coldly. He felt a thump in his heart.