Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Teng Xiyan wiped all the broken hair from his forehead to the back of his head. There was still a shallow scar on his forehead. The rain hit his face and it hurt. He took a shortcut through the weeds, but he was afraid of Cang Ming. The candle will be staggered with him.

As he walked, he used the communication device to call Cang Mingzhu's bracelet, but he couldn't get through.

"Meow~" A black shadow jumped up to Teng Xiyan's feet and rubbed him affectionately.

"Jiaojiao!" Teng Xiyan knelt down and stroked it. The black cat seemed to have grown fat again. It seemed that it was doing well without him.

"Jiaojiao, you took me to Cang Mingzhu last time, can you help me find it this time too?" Teng Xiyan looked at Jiaojiao seriously. He even thought it was ridiculous that he was actually communicating with animals.

But Jiaojiao's red pupils stared at him and meowed.

Then he twisted his butt and walked towards Nan Town. Jiaojiao couldn't help but speed up in the rain. It hated touching water.

Teng Xiyan had some difficulty following behind, and from time to time he stumbled over the gravel under his feet.

The rain showed no sign of stopping. Teng Xiyan leaned against the wall and couldn't help but rub his eyes that were hit by the rain. They felt a little painful.

When he opened his eyes again, they were a little red from his rubbing.

He followed Jiaojiao and continued walking forward, passing through the alleys. There were eaves in front of him to shelter him from the rain.

Jiaojiao stopped and turned around to meow.

Teng Xiyan looked over and saw that there was no trace of the python here. The house was severely damaged and there was no sign of anyone around.

In addition to the sound of rain, there was also the smell of gunpowder, but it was quickly covered up by the smell of rain and grass.

"Cang Mingzhu!"

Teng Xiyan couldn't help but shout out. There was only the sound of rain all around, and there was no trace of Cang Mingzhu's existence.

Jiaojiao stood there, licking her fur quietly, as if she didn't intend to leave.

Teng Xiyan supported the wall, his face a little pale, and his clear voice became hoarse: "Cang Mingzhu!"

He took two steps forward. The rainwater flowed from the corner of his eyes to his neck. He stretched out his hand to wipe it away.

"Meow~" Jiaojiao tilted her head to one side and looked in one direction.

Teng Xiyan quickly walked to Jiaojiao and followed her gaze.

Cang Mingzhu held her bleeding right arm and leaned against the wall. Her hair was a little messy. She turned her head slightly and stared at his red eyes. Her voice was a little low: "Why are you crying?"

Teng Xiyan dropped his backpack and walked up to Cang Mingzhu. The wound on his right arm was so deep that the bone was visible. The rain mixed with blood kept blooming red flowers on the ground.

"I didn't cry."

Teng Xiyan quickly picked up his backpack. He remembered that there was something to stop bleeding in the backpack. He took several things and held them in his hands. When he turned around, Cang Mingzhu had already sat down along the wall, half leaning against the wall.

He opened the potion and fed it to Cang Mingzhu's mouth: "Drink this first."

Cang Mingzhu tugged at the corners of his lips and opened his mouth.

"I'll stop your bleeding first." Teng Xiyan calmed down, but when he saw the wound, his hand couldn't help shaking, "Is this a snake...?"

Cang Mingzhu tore open his sleeves, his face was pale, and he just hummed softly: "I accidentally got rubbed by the snake's teeth."

He said it so lightly that Teng Xiyan choked up in his heart. How careless was he to encounter a snake's fang at the mouth of a snake?

Teng Xiyan took a breath: "It hurts, please bear with it."

He took out white hemostatic powder. The wound was too big and needed sutures. However, conditions were limited now and the wound had to be treated as soon as possible. He didn't know if the snake fangs were venomous.

The white powder covered the entire wound, and the bleeding stopped.

He took out the sewing needle and thread and looked around for anesthetic, but he rummaged through both backpacks and found no anesthetic. Teng Xiyan looked at Cang Mingzhu, "There is no anesthetic..."

Cang Mingzhu's expression remained the same: "Then just sew it up."

"No!" Teng Xiyan refused, "You won't be able to bear it."

He turned around and took out a potion. It contained an anesthetic, but it was designed to deal with high-level mutants. Cang Mingzhu would definitely be unable to withstand the effects of the drug.

But if his blood is added to dilute the efficacy of the medicine inside, if his body is infected with snake venom from snake teeth, it can still be suppressed.

Cang Mingzhu stared at his movements and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

Teng Xiyan pulled out the dagger, "My blood contains YN3, which dilutes the effect of the anesthetic, so it won't hurt if you suture."

He opened his sleeves and saw that there was still a shallow scar on his wrist. He paused and moved the dagger upward. If he was asked to make two cuts at the same position, he would not do it.

"Wait..." Cang Mingzhu suddenly stood up, but the wound on his hand was involved, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Teng Xiyan avoided the dangerous position and scratched without hesitation. Blood dripped down his wrist. He quickly held another potion in his other hand, poured out one third of the potion inside, and then applied it to his wrist. Blood dripped in.

"Just be content. The hand of a genius is very important." Teng Xiyan gritted his teeth slightly, endured the pain, and filled the entire medicine test tube with blood.

Cang Mingzhu stared at his movements, and his eyes suddenly flickered a few times.

Teng Xiyan casually used white medicinal powder to stop the bleeding, then randomly wrapped it with a bandage and put the medicine into the syringe.

"Close your eyes." Teng Xiyan said.

He really couldn't stand Cang Mingzhu's eyes that were looking straight through him, so it would be better to just let him close his eyes, it would be much easier to operate.

"Thank you." Cang Mingzhu said hoarsely, turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Teng Xiyan's hand that was injecting the medicine paused, and he pulled his lips and laughed: "Are you a fool? I only had a small wound, and you are so seriously injured, why do you say thank you to me? You can't be saved!"

He injected the potion, but Cang Mingzhu didn't say anything. As the potion advanced, Cang Mingzhu's head dropped slightly, and there were raindrops hanging on his long eyelashes.

After staring at his face for a few seconds, Cang Mingzhu, who was asleep, was not aggressive at all.

He took a deep breath and picked up the needle and thread. The anesthetic had a strong effect. Until he completed the suturing, Cang Mingzhu showed no sign of waking up.

He packed up his things and carried Cang Mingzhu on his back. His pale face was now almost transparent. Now he was almost dying, but no matter what, he had to carry Cang Mingzhu to a safe place to hide from the rain. place.

With the last bit of perseverance, he carried Cang Mingzhu to a place that, although it was a ruin, had some shelter from the rain and was not easily discovered.

Putting him gently on the ground, his vision finally began to blur, and he passed out completely next to Cang Mingzhu.

Jiaojiao followed, circled around the two of them twice, and finally found a comfortable position in Teng Xiyan's arms and curled up.

When Teng Xiyan woke up, it was completely dark. Cang Mingzhu next to him was still sleeping, but his face looked rosy.

He reached out and touched Cang Mingzhu's forehead. It was hot, but his hands and feet were cold.

"Tsk, the worst is yet to come."