The end of the world has laid hands on me

The small van driving smoothly on the road suddenly turned around on the spot, turned around and drove towards the fork on the left.

"The time it takes for a complete infection to lose consciousness should be from one to eight minutes, depending on variables such as the location of the wound, the size of the wound, and the amount of bleeding." Fu Yan glanced at his watch, "We must arrive at my house within 8 minutes."

"It's been 1 minute now." Fu Yan said and glanced at the driver.

The driver was in a cold sweat and stepped on the accelerator.

But helplessly, there were thirteen men in the car and the driver, with an average height of more than 1 meters. Huang Mao's second-hand minivan couldn't move at all.

There were two other people who were directly hugged.

Geng Manhong hugged Geng Bei who was asleep, and Fu Yan hugged Jiang Xinghuai.

"Fu Yan..." Jiang Xinghuai called him in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yan asked.

"My leg is numb..." Jiang Xinghuai squeezed his head into the hollow of his shoulder in pain.

"Where? Thigh or calf?" Fu Yan probed to look.

Jiang Xinghuai is not tall, 175, according to him, the boys in his class are considered short to medium.

But Jiang Xinghuai's legs were extraordinarily long, so curled up that his knees were above his shoulders.

"Left calf." Jiang Xinghuai said.

"Does the wound hurt?" Fu Yan pressed his hand on his calf, exerting a little force.

"Ah..." Jiang Xinghuai fell back with his neck on his back, without even suppressing his voice, he couldn't help shouting, "No, no, don't press it."

"Don't move around." Fu Yan held his waist tightly with one hand, pressed him compulsively, and rubbed his numb calf with one hand, "Is it still numb?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Xinghuai shook his head immediately, and quickly changed the subject, "The possible method you mentioned, what is the success rate?"

The drowsy people in the car suddenly became refreshed.

"0.1%." Fu Yan said.

Everyone was stunned.

This is not a gamble anymore, and the bet is not money, but a life.

What Fu Yan didn't say was that this 0.1%.Half of it is based on some kind of luck.

The drug ratio recorded in the email Zheng Yi sent him was before the virus got out of control. Although Zheng Yi's conjecture was attached, it was just a conjecture.

"Try everything at 0.001." Geng Manhong smiled, "Tie me up first, although I'm fine now, don't bite you later."

Jiang Xinghuai frowned and looked at Fu Yan.

"Tie." Fu Yan nodded, "The infection time I guessed is only based on a small part of the data, and it is not completely correct."

Five minutes later, it turned out that Fu Yan's inferred infection time was correct.

Geng Manhong was drooling, staring at his eyes, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his voice was hoarse: "This is... a typical... application problem... Let's look at the...conditions he gave..."

It was the first time that Jiang Xinghuai listened to his lecture so seriously, with tears in his eyes, but he still couldn't understand.

"When I was looking for a generator before, I found a farm on the edge of the village over there. The house is not very strong, but it can treat people anyway. I told all the brothers who drove, let them go there directly. At this moment they should have already When we arrive, we will make a trip later in spring," Zhu Gaofei ordered, "Fu Yan's house should not be able to accommodate so many people, half of us will go there when we arrive here."

Everyone nodded.

The car stopped slowly.

"Is it... here?" The driver watching the car looked at the huge black iron gate in front of him, a little incredulous.

"Yes, I'll go down and open the door, you go straight in." Fu Yan nodded and jumped out of the car.

The iron door is unlocked with fingerprints, and with a beep, it is automatically pulled open to both sides.

As the scene in front of them came into view, the men in the car got out of the car and stayed one by one, and stayed there one by one.

The three-storey villa occupies so much land that two eyes can't see it. There is actually an artificial pool in front of the building, and there are even two swans floating on it and cutting their feathers.

Not surprised to see this group of ragged, dusty men barging in.He swung his butt and swam away.

"I really underestimated you evil rich people..." Zhu Gaofei smacked his lips, "I know that people in medicine make money, but this is too exaggerated..."

"Brother Fei, I don't want to go to the farm anymore." Zhou Dachun's square face became even more square.

"Everyone, come in first." Fu Yan pushed open the door.

"Mr. Fu, welcome home, the current time is 15:[-] in the evening, what can I do for you?"

"What the hell is talking!" Jiang Xinghuai was startled.

"It's just... the intelligent voice system." Fu Yan tried to turn on the light switch while explaining, and the wall lamp in the hall turned on.

"Why does your house still have electricity?!" Huang Mao was shocked.

"Solar power supply." Fu Yan said, "It can only turn on the lights, and other high-power electrical appliances will not work."

"Is that a swimming pool! Inside your house! There is a swimming pool inside!" Huang Mao rushed towards the swimming pool.

"Is there any wine?" Zhu Gaofei asked suddenly.

"The wine cellar is on the second basement floor." Fu Yan pointed in a direction, "Go down the elevator over there."

"Aren't you a non-drinker?" Jiang Xinghuai was taken aback.

"The wine cellar is full of my grandfather's collections during his lifetime. I will keep them after his death." Fu Yan explained.

"What is that! Airplane! Helicopter!" Jiang Xinghuai pointed in surprise

"It's just a model." Fu Yan said.

"Ah..." Jiang Xinghuai sighed in disappointment, "I thought—"

"If you want to see, this plane is on the tarmac in the backyard." Fu Yan said with a smile.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Jiang Xinghuai rushed to the backyard.

Everyone is shocked at the possibilities that the rich can create at the moment, and they seem to have forgotten one thing.

"You...wait..." Geng Manhong lay on the sofa with his eyes stiffly rolled, blue veins had already appeared on his forehead, "Can you save me first...I feel that I...I'm not well right now ..."

Not only was it not good, Geng Manhong was suffering from physical stiffness while also experiencing psychological suffering.

He really wanted to see the bookcase on the left that was filled with a kind of wall, but he climbed twice and found that he couldn't climb it.

"It's stiffened." Fu Yan helped him stand up, and pressed the elevator, "Mr. Geng, I need you to maintain consciousness as much as possible later. It may be painful, but I hope you can persevere..."

As soon as the elevator door closed, Jiang Xinghuai, who rushed to the backyard door, walked over slowly, the smile on his face no longer existed.

He stared blankly at the closed elevator door and fell silent.

Zhu Gaofei sighed, and put his arms around him: "My little baby, isn't it uncomfortable to pretend to be happy?"

Jiang Xinghuai sucked his nose and held back his tears, before opening his mouth for a while: "I dare not...I dare not go to see Lao Geng...Why am I like this...I can't even take a look..."

"I know, I know, you're just too scared, you're just afraid of losing him." Zhu Gaofei interrupted him, rubbing his cold arms vigorously, "Don't be afraid, don't run away, godfather is with you. "

The time lasted from six o'clock to seven quarters, and everyone sat in the living room in silence, waiting.They are all trying to catch that little 0.1% that shimmers in this exhausted state.

Even if it's just 0.1%.

With a ding, the elevator opened.

Jiang Xing stood up fiercely from the ground.

Fu Yan was still wearing a germ-proof protective suit, and he had just pulled off his mask.Jiang Xinghuai rushed forward and grabbed his hand.

Fu Yan looked at him calmly: "It failed."

Jiang Xinghuai stopped breathing, and his face instantly turned pale.

"However, he is still alive." Fu Yan said again, "Although he has lost consciousness, I can only temporarily maintain his basic vital signs. But the stiffening trend has temporarily stopped, which is barely good news .”

"You, I don't love you anymore..." Jiang Xinghuai relaxed and sat down on the ground.

Fu Yan bent down, touched his head with a smile, and looked at the other people who were waiting: "Everyone go to rest first, the guest room is on the second floor."

Jiang Xinghuai's hands and feet were weak, and when everyone left, he lay on his back on the ground.

Fu Yan took off his protective clothing and squatted beside him: "Do you want to see Mr. Geng?"

Jiang Xinghuai nodded.

"Then get up." Fu Yan said.

"I can't get up." Jiang Xinghuai stretched out his hand.

"Does your leg hurt?" Fu Yanfu grabbed his hand.

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Xinghuai paused after finishing speaking, and then let out a long breath, "I'm so tired..."

"Then lie down for a while." Fu Yan reached out and touched the tip of his nose.

"Don't touch my nose, it's so itchy." Jiang Xinghuai smiled lightly and avoided it.

Fu Yan was startled, staring at his hand, only then did he realize that he had made an intimate move that exceeded the limit that he had set for this relationship in his heart.

"Let's get up." Jiang Xinghuai supported himself and stood up, "Old Geng should miss me."

"Yeah." Fu Yan stood up with a normal face.

After entering the elevator, Jiang Xinghuai lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes, but he didn't notice Fu Yan's distraction.

Even if he noticed it, he wouldn't think about it deeply. He was constantly doing psychological construction for himself at the moment.

His eyes couldn't hold back tears since he was a child, but he didn't want to cry anymore.

So you have to hold back.

Even so, when he really looked at Lao Geng lying on a bed with a ventilator, his whole body tied with restraint belts, and his distorted and unfamiliar face, he still couldn't stand it.

"Old Geng, if you want to go to class like this, no one will dare to confront you." Jiang Xinghuai laughed, but almost burst into tears.

Fu Yan was still waiting by the side, he didn't want his image in Fu's heart to become a crying bag.

I had no choice but to press my eyes hard with my hands, hoping that the tears would be blocked.

But it was useless, he felt uncomfortable seeing Lao Geng like this.

"Let's go..." Jiang Xinghuai lowered his head and tried to speak in a calm tone, "I'm hungry."

Fu Yan frowned, seeing his red nose and tears sliding down his cheeks.Endured and endured so that he didn't reach out his hand to hug him.

"Don't cry." Fu Yan handed over the handkerchief, "The eyes are swollen."

"It's okay, I just can't hold it back, and there's no building I can jump off here, and I don't have any conditions to find a way to vent." Jiang Xinghuai wiped his face with a handkerchief, trying to change the subject, "When you are unhappy, you will What are you doing?"

"You are still young, and adults' solutions are not suitable for you," Fu Yan thought for a while, "But there are many other methods, such as sports, or even playing games. You can choose from these. I will accompany you later. run--"

"Why am I still young?" Jiang Xinghuai frowned dissatisfied, "I'll be eighteen the day after tomorrow! I'll be an adult the day after tomorrow, and we're both equals. What can you do that I can't do?"

"You really won't like it." Fu Yan frowned.

"I definitely like it." Jiang Xinghuai nodded firmly.An adult way of venting sounds very adult.

"Okay." Fu Yan led him out, turned left and opened the door to enter.

This is a very narrow and dark road, leading to a world that looks very adult at first glance.

Jiang Xinghuai suppressed the unknown excitement in his heart, and finally asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what are we going to do?"

Fu Yan didn't speak, and directly turned on the light.

A room with four walls and leather shoes all over the walls.

"Brush my leather shoes." Fu Yan said.