Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

The threads of the bandage were stuck to his flesh and blood and could not be torn off directly. The flesh, flesh and threads were stuck together from the wound. Cang Mingzhu didn't show any signs of it all the way. When he got here, he slowly started to treat the wound.

Thinking of this, Teng Xiyan couldn't help but scolded directly: "Are you a fool?"

He didn't dare to tear off the last layer of the bandage hard, and he became a little irritable.

Cang Mingzhu's face turned pale, and he pulled his lips and asked, "Do you know who you are scolding?"

"I scolded you, Cang Mingzhu, is there something wrong with you? Do you know that your right hand is prone to problems and disabilities?"

Teng Xiyan retorted without hesitation. He took out the dagger from his leg, lowered his eyes and concentrated on separating the threads from the flesh and blood bit by bit, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he cut the last thin thread that was stuck together.

Cang Mingzhu sat on the stool, staring down at Teng Xiyan who was half-kneeling on the stool to help him treat his wound. Everything around him became quiet. A pair of bright eyes looked at his wound attentively, and his fingertips gently sprinkled the powder.

As soon as Teng Xiyan raised his head, he happened to catch his sight.

"Look what I'm doing? What I hate most is when someone doesn't care about their own body." Although Teng Xiyan's tone was harsh, the movements of his hands were not at all aggressive, but rather gentle.

Cang Mingzhu lowered his eyes and whispered, "Well, I'm sorry."

Teng Xiyan paused with his knotted hands and glanced at him in surprise.

A pair of deep and calm eyes were staring at him. His anger was extinguished in an instant. A trace of crimson flashed at the tip of Teng Xiyan's ears, and he let out a muffled hum.

"You should rest first. There are still some medicines stored here. I'll make something." Teng Xiyan freed up the experimental bed next to him. After disinfecting it, he took off his coat and placed it on it. "Cover it with my clothes."

Cang Mingzhu stood up and walked to the experimental bed. He lowered his eyes and stared at the coat of the experimental bed and tugged his lips.

Teng Xiyan put on protective clothing, walked into the storage room, rummaged through the cabinets and took out some medicine. He had to make something to save his life, otherwise he always felt like he was going to die here.

Once he started studying potions, he basically devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, so much so that he never noticed someone lying on the experimental bed, his eyes following his figure.

Until the last step, Teng Xiyan put down the potion and lifted up his sleeves, revealing his slender white wrists wrapped in three layers of bandages.

He sighed. He didn't know whether it was good or bad to have this kind of YN3 in the blood. He wanted to add it to the medicine every time. When it was not available, he just thought of using his own blood as one of the ingredients.

Teng Xiyan held the dagger and moved the tip upwards, almost to the elbow. He was unwilling to make a second cut at the same position whether he wanted to or not.

After being mentally prepared, he was about to row when a strong hand grabbed his dagger-holding wrist.

"Didn't you say cherish your own body?" Cang Mingzhu tugged at her pale thin lips, lowered her eyes, and stared at the other hand covered with bandages, her thoughts a little confused.

Teng Xiyan suddenly raised his head, stared at Cang Mingzhu's face, and laughed angrily: "I'm trying to save my life, which is different from yours."

Cang Mingzhu: "...What's the difference?"

Teng Xiyan held the dagger, took a step back, and said: "If Mingkong and the others don't come to support, it will have to be just the two of us. Your right hand must not be moved anymore, so I must get something to restrain those monsters." For the medicine, I just drained some blood to save my life, and I didn’t intentionally harm my body.”

As he spoke, he took advantage of the distraction of his words and slashed his arm with a knife. The wound was neither deep nor shallow, and blood seeped out from the wound instantly.

He quickly grabbed a container to catch the blood, not wanting to waste a drop.

"My own body is very valuable. If I lose my life, I can still tell the difference between bleeding and saving my life." Teng Xiyan still couldn't help the pain and frowned a little.

When it was almost done, he picked up the powder and sprinkled it on the wound. Cang Mingzhu silently picked up the bandage and whispered: "Bandage."

The corner of Teng Xiyan's mouth twitched a few times. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but he still obediently stretched out his left hand and let Cang Mingzhu bandage the wound.

"When will the potion be finished?" Cang Mingzhu scanned the row of potion test tubes on the experimental table. When Teng Xiyan did experiments, he liked to arrange all the test tubes neatly without any flaws.

After wrapping the bandage, the wound still stung, but at least there was nothing wrong with the medicine.

"It's almost time. It's the last step. Go to sleep."

Cang Mingzhu sat on a stool nearby without speaking, providing Teng Xiyan with a quiet experimental environment.

After finishing the last step, Teng Xiyan supported the test bench and coughed a few times. Turning around, he saw Cang Mingzhu sitting on the stool and staring at him quietly.

"..." There was an incomparable silence between the two.

Teng Xiyan's mind was a little confused. He always thought that Cang Mingzhu had gone to bed. He also deliberately lowered his voice to avoid waking up Cang Mingzhu, but he turned around and looked at each other.

"Why...haven't you slept yet?" Teng Xiyan pulled out a stool and sat down on the test table, his face turning pale.

Cang Mingzhu, who was opposite, was silent for two seconds, "Waiting for you."

He looked at Teng Xiyan's busy back and saw that he was so lost in thought that he forgot to go back. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

Teng Xiyan said blankly: "Oh, I'm done. Go to sleep."

"You go to the experimental bed to sleep." Cang Mingzhu looked at the experimental bed. This research room is not big. There is only one experimental bed, so it can only sleep one person.

Teng Xiyan stared at the bed in silence for two seconds, and then he suddenly said something out of his mind: "How about we sleep together?"

There was a trace of panic and surprise in Cang Mingzhu's eyes, his pupils dilated slightly, his mouth moved, but he did not speak.

Teng Xiyan: "..." As soon as he said the words, he regretted it.

My brain must have been damaged from staying up late doing experiments, why did I just blurt out such words?

It was a sin, he really spoke without thinking.

Now he wanted to cover his face and find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Teng Xiyan gritted his teeth and revealed a trace of light pink on his fair cheeks: "I'm sorry, I said it wrong. I'm going to bed."

He stood up, supported the edge of the test bed, and walked towards the test bed, feeling like he was running away.

The moment he lay on the experimental bed, his noisy mind suddenly became quiet, and everything around him became misty.

Cang Mingzhu stood up, put his coat on his body, stared at his pale profile for a while, then turned around and pulled two stools to a clean experimental table, where he lay down and slept for a while.