Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

In the end, Song Yichi couldn't escape the ravages of Shu Han's medicated oil, and used "I brought them anyway, don't waste my abilities" as a legitimate reason to suppress and resist.

"Don't look, get down quickly." Shu Han sat down beside him with a smile, pushed down the resisting person, and patted him a few times, "Don't tell me you're afraid of pain."

Song Yichi's resentful eyes wished to turn into substance, poking holes out of the man's trembling shoulders.

Shu Han understood the noodle tears in his heart from his eyes, and without saying a word, poured the medicated oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it a few times, until it was hot, he covered the bruise on his back, covered it for a while, and began to move neatly Push away the congestion.

"I, yes, different, can." Song Yichi was so painful that the veins on his forehead were throbbing, his ears were red, and he gritted his teeth as hard as he could, and said every word.

"Yeah, I know." Shu Han lowered his head, massaged slowly in circular motions, and answered with his hands nonstop, "But the ability can only heal the surface, or make the muscles recover and no longer feel pain. As for the internal bruises Whether it can be eliminated is anyone’s guess, but if it accumulates, it will be bad for your health.”

During the extreme training before, I was exhausted for several days in a row, and the injured teammates could not be treated in time, and it was fine to suffer afterwards, and those who could not recover... had to quit directly... Shu Han's eyes dimmed, his hands paused slightly, and he quickly adjusted Come over, get up and pour some medicated oil on the palm, rub it to warm up and rub it to another place.

He was conscientious, and rubbed back and forth three or four times, from heavy to light, and after a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Song Yichi lay on his arm, opened his mouth, and couldn't utter a word of rebuttal. At first, he thought that Shu Han insisted on rubbing the bruise to let him get used to suffering, like beating without mercy in the afternoon duel practice, and maybe it would hurt his friends a little. schadenfreude.But it wasn't until Shu Han's voice gradually lowered into his ears that he realized that this person just didn't believe in supernatural powers and was afraid that he would get hurt.

Very pure concern.

The moment he was touched, he thought of confessing, but it was fleeting.

The space is too unreal, too heaven-defying, even if he can sense Shu Han's closeness and concern, he will not deny his trust and affection, but it is far from the level where he can confidently tell the secret of the space.

The unique fragrance of medicinal oil spread out, rich and deep, um... very reliable.

Shu Han's hands had thin calluses, occasionally scratching the skin could be clearly felt, and his hands were still hot, as the pressure of rubbing gradually eased, Song Yichi's pain was eased.The warmth sticks to the back, through the skin, even the beating heart is warmed up.

Song Yichi propped himself up, Shu Han thought he was thinking about running away again, but he suddenly met a pair of amber eyes with extremely serious expression, reflected in them, didn't know what expression to make, unconsciously held his breath, and murmured: "What are you doing?" ? Even if you yell softly, it won’t work, you have to use your strength to rub the bruise.”

Song Yichi didn't speak, stared at it for a long time, raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth quietly raised an invisible arc, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead naturally, Shi Shiran leaned back: "Who would shout like that, Don't be lazy."

He was in a good mood and decided not to care about the various evil deeds that Shu Han committed to death during training.

Shu Han held his forehead in a daze, thinking why he had been dazzled for no reason these two days.

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The two of them taught each other everything, and the other accepted everything. Shu Han found that Song Yichi absorbed knowledge like a sponge, absorbing more and more, full but not limited, adapting to changes with good flexibility, good at combining himself Conditional positioning thinking, every question is directed to the point, step by step, always moving forward.

During the chat during the break, Shu Han teased that it was unexpected that Dr. Song could achieve this level. At this rate, given time, it would take a year or so, and the amateur circle would not be able to accommodate your kid's fighting skills. Go out and talk about it. There are probably a large number of people who believe in the profession.

Song Yichi is quite proud of being recognized in the field that Shu Han is good at, and it is worthwhile to hone in space every day without sleep and food.He smiled and said that the essence of learning is interlinked. No matter cultural courses, medical cases, or scientific research, you should not try blindly. You have to read more, think more, and analyze. Just like targeted therapy, you must determine the goal and then work hard to break through the limitations and overcome difficulties. .

While showing admiration for the researchers, Shu Han secretly smacked his tongue. As expected of a medical student, his brain is really easy to use. Then he thought of the results of flying low-altitude when he was studying, his face straightened, and he asked Song Yichi more for the next training. Harsh.

In this way, after five days of devil training, plus hard training all night long, Song Yichi's strength has improved by leaps and bounds amidst Shu Han's envy, jealousy and hatred. He has successfully graduated from the short-term intensive training class and officially entered the actual combat stage.

The farther away from the safety zone, the more wobbly figures on the road, so many that Song Yichi was startled.

"There are so many zombies near the safe zone..." he murmured.

Shu Han swung to the left to avoid the rushing zombies, quickly got rid of it, and continued to drive forward.

On the road, the fields beside the road were full of zombies. Instead of being sporadic and loose a week ago, the number doubled directly, and they slowly gathered in a certain direction.

Shu Han stopped the car in an open area with no vegetation on the side of the road. The moment the living person showed up, the nearby zombies immediately spotted them, turned around and surrounded him.

Song Yichi had Shu Han's dagger pinned to his waist, and held the short knife he found from the farm to meet him.

I did not choose a long weapon because Shu Han suggested that beginners are most important to adapt to and use one type proficiently. Too complicated is not good, and it will easily affect the judgment of attack distance.

The short knife is about 20 centimeters, slightly longer than the previous kitchen knife, rough in workmanship, and moderate in weight. Song Yichi is quite comfortable with it, but Shu Han looks down on this kind of thing that can barely be called a knife, and leaves his dagger for him. Song Yichi defended himself, and said that if he had the opportunity, he must find a good one, let him wash his eyes and update his knowledge of weapons.

Song Yichi put down the dagger, and felt the chill when it was half-separated out of the sheath. The overall edge was smooth, and even if he didn't try it, he had no doubts about its terrifying piercing and cutting power. The handle was too long for men.Song Yichi weighed the knife in his hand, the weights on both sides were perfect, very balanced, this thing must have surpassed the collection level before, it was a forbidden item, no need to guess, it must have been secretly hidden by Shu Han.

He obviously looks very upright, with an unmistakable temperament, but with his identity, he would actually do such trivial things. Sure enough, no man can resist the temptation of cold weapons, and Shu Han is no exception.Song Yichi was secretly amused, thinking back to the time when he first met to kill zombies with disposable chopsticks, he felt that this person was really good at covering up.

Shu Han leaned against the side of the car, seemingly relaxed, with his right hand fixed on the throwing knife, throwing it up and catching it carelessly, but it never dissipated.He stared at Song Yichi intently, watching him step forward, stabbing the zombie's eye socket with a knife straight into the brain, raising his leg and kicking his waist and abdomen, using his strength to draw the knife, turning around and chopping off the other's cervical spine Then retreat quickly, avoid the scratching claws, retreat to a safe range, and continue again.

One set of slashing moves after another, at the beginning, it was slightly stagnant, and some of the connections were not very coherent, and the rhythm became smoother later on, which can be called smooth and smooth. Even if there is no attack ability and ordinary weapons in hand, they can handle it with ease, which is rare. What's more, his mind is very clear, he remembers to be vigilant at all times, avoids being surrounded, and occasionally uses supernatural powers to help restore his physical strength, so he killed tirelessly for nearly an hour.

When Shu Han yelled to stop, Song Yichi was a little bit unsatisfied. It was only when he stopped completely that he noticed that there were hundreds of zombies all over the place in front of him. Frowning, he took off his blood-stained coat, gloves, hat, mask, etc., stuffed the person into the passenger side, and drove away.

The warm air from the air conditioner blew on his face, and Song Yichi finally came to his senses from the absent-minded state, afraid?not.It's just that he's a little unaccustomed to the stimulation of nerve conduction. It's one thing to kill a few dozens, but it's another thing to be completely immersed in fighting. He never thought that his usually gentle self would have such a belligerent hidden side.

People are aggressive.This is the only sentence that comes to mind.

Song Yichi lowered his eyelashes, staring at the slender and powerful hands, still very steady, able to give prescriptions and make reports, and now he can also kill zombies.

The actual combat made him fully understand what Shu Han meant by "unique way".

The weight, length, effective range of the weapon, the amount of force applied when attacking, how to swing the arm to save effort, from which angle to cut in can kill the zombies the fastest, etc. All Shu Han can do is to give some advice based on experience from the perspective of a bystander. In fact, Song Yichi needs to experience it on his own and constantly summarize from the battles to find a method that suits him and become more and more handy.

The car stopped slowly, Shu Han turned off the engine, turned around, Song Yichi touched his nose in embarrassment, and was about to explain how to speak, when someone pulled his face forward forcefully, tears almost didn't come down: "Hey Shu Han Wait a minute, tap my neck..."

Shu Han turned a deaf ear, pulled the man over, narrowed his eyes slightly with a scrutinizing gaze, and looked deeply into his eyes.

The tips of their noses almost touched, it was the first time for Song Yichi to be so close to someone, so close that he could count how many eyelashes, so close that his breath seemed to be intertwined, as if he was a little nervous besides the shame of losing his composure.

After a while, Shu Han let go of his hands, returned to the driver's seat, and restarted the car.

Zombies are all human mutations, they are humanoid monsters, and it is easy to have the illusion of killing people. He has been observing Song Yichi carefully, and when he senses that he is in a certain state, he stops immediately if there is a problem, and quickly leads people away from the corpse site.However, careful observation just now revealed that his pupil stress response is normal, his eyes are bright and not fake, and his mouth is pursed nervously. He has obviously withdrawn to recover, training is not in a hurry, and today is over.

"Shu Han." Song Yichi rubbed his neck, relaxed on the seat, and said softly.

Shu Han lazily hummed, his voice also not loud.

"I made you worry." There was no formulaic thank you, but the tone was more intimate. He looked sideways at Shu Han who was driving, and unexpectedly found that the corner of the man's mouth was slightly curved.

"Ah."

"I'll clean the car for you when you go back."