Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

Song Yichi propped his head on his side, with a gloomy face, staring at the sleeping man for a long time.

Perhaps because he was afraid of worrying about himself, Shu Han never complained about his physical discomfort, but this apparent lack of energy could not be hidden from the observant Doctor Song.

When I first arrived at the base, relying on my space recovery ability, I was in high spirits, entertained Shen Rang who came to thank me, ran around the exchange office, and signed an agreement with Director Wu on vegetable distribution.

As for Ah Hui, Lu Yun, and Seinfeld, brothers and sisters, one counts as the other, and they all lie down at home due to lack of sleep. Song Yichi clearly remembers how sleepy Ahui was when he opened the door for him, leaning against the door frame to fall asleep while speaking. .

It can be seen that long-distance travel and staying up late consume a lot of energy and energy, even for energetic young people.

On the other hand, Shu Han, after a short rest of three or four hours, wished to be more energetic than him who had space, not only got up early in the morning and ran to the recruitment office, but later disappeared without a trace.

Thinking of this, Song Yichi frowned even tighter.

Most of the time I came out today was in the car, and I still drove by myself to relax and rest. The real physical exertion began when they arrived at the outskirts of the small town. They pushed all the way to finally enter the warehouse.

When they were still in the laboratory building, they stayed for a whole day. Song Yichi found that Shu Han had acquired the habit of napping at some point, ranging from three hours to five hours at most, and often fell asleep by leaning on him unconsciously.Song Yichi didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was caused by mental stress some time ago, but after a long time he felt something was wrong, Yi Shuhan's quality should have recovered after two or three days of sleep, but he didn't, and still needed to make up every day sleep.

Coming in from the small town during the day, Song Yichi deliberately didn't use his powers, and wanted to see how tired he would be after running all day. Unexpectedly, Shu Han looked pretty good on the surface, and he would be stained with the pillow after dinner.

One must know that Shu Han's abilities were nearly twice as strong as Song Yichi's. He, the one who took the lead in the charge, just felt a little tired, not even as good as when he was on the road before, but Shu Han was so tired that he fell asleep.

He really wanted to deceive himself, and attribute Shu Han's quick sleep to death to the sense of security around him, but he couldn't do it, the supernatural power was always an external force, and the effect in the car was remarkable because Shu Han was on the road during the day and was on guard at night. I didn't close my eyes all day and night.

Obviously not this time.

After watching quietly for a while, Song Yichi lovingly planted a goodnight kiss on the forehead of the other party, and with a thought, he disappeared into the warehouse on the bed.

He only promised not to go to the hospital alone, but he didn't promise not to enter the space after coaxing people to sleep.

The airtight warehouse cannot see the outside, and the biological clock that Shu Han has cultivated for many years has not been delayed. When he wakes up, it happens to be 05:30 in the morning. Jin Song Yichi had crooked eyebrows and a smile in his eyes.

In the past, it was absolutely impossible not to notice that someone was close to him. He subconsciously stopped breathing, and then his body relaxed, and he understood in an instant that this kid must have brought him into the space last night. He checked the time in the morning. It was almost released.

The corners of Shu Han's lips raised quietly, he couldn't help but pull him into his arms, lay there for a while with warmth and comfort, stretched his waist and got up to wash.

One step ahead of him, or in other words, Song Yichi, who spent the whole night packing things in the space, who didn't need to sleep but was still full of energy, squatted on the ground and stirred the small pot on the portable stove with a spoon. The porridge was almost stuffy, and the rice grains burst completely. The rice soup hangs on the surface of the stainless steel spoon and is translucent off-white, sticky and slippery.

Shu Han didn't pay attention at first, after washing his face and wiping his face, he lifted his nose and smelled it, the warehouse was full of the smell of rice porridge.

"How did you do this?" He squatted beside Song Yichi in amazement and asked.

The portable stove is solar-powered, and there are no windows and no sunlight in the warehouse. A camping light placed on the ground is obviously not enough to drive the heating function of the stove.

Song Yichi smiled, and took out his new light source weapon from the space in the blink of an eye:

Nearly ten spotlight flashlights are bundled together, and the lamps are hung upside down on the hooks of the coat rack. The cylindrical light source steadily covers the portable stove, and its intensity is comparable to that of a car's high beam.

Seeing the thumbs up, Shu Han secretly sighed that he is indeed a researcher, and he is creative in everything he does.

The warehouse door lock has no electricity and is not tightly closed. The light source must be put away after being exposed to avoid strong light exposure for too long to attract zombies and cause trouble for the two to leave the supermarket, so this pot of porridge is cooked intermittently.

Without the bright flashlight, the warehouse went dark again in an instant, and it took a few seconds for Shu Han's eyes to adapt to the surrounding environment turning from bright to dark.

Just now I didn’t have a strong light for comparison, but now I feel that a camping light is not enough, and it can’t even light up a stove!

Song Yichi took out the prepared sandwiches, Shu Han took a sip of the porridge first, his eyes lit up, the porridge not only smelled delicious, but also tasted good, sticky and soft, full of warmth, cut into small strips for lunch Meat and dehydrated vegetables are mixed in the rice grains, and the red, green and green are really beautiful.

For this appearance, the porridge in the army cafeteria was so hot that Shu Han, who was used to rough food, suddenly felt reluctant to drink it...

Not to mention stuttering at this time, it is a great happiness to be able to eat a hot meal.Sandwiches and rice porridge, the seemingly simple breakfast is not simple. Song Yichi spent a lot of thought on this pot of porridge alone. He stared at Shu Han's expression, and when he saw him take a sip, he put it down and thought it was not for his appetite. He didn't think about Shu Han. After putting it down, he filled a bowl for him, handed it to his eyes and said, "It's delicious."

Shu Han felt that liking Song Yichi made a lot of money.

This kid needs to have a degree, and he is a doctor; he needs to be capable and capable, and he is the leader in scientific research projects; he has top-notch external conditions, a tall and straight figure, gentle eyebrows and eyes, especially when he smiles like a spring breeze; not to mention internally, he can do housework Good men are not rare, but the rare ones are willing to do it.

Facing the adoring and delighted eyes of the other party, Song Yichi took the bowl, a little embarrassed: "I can only cook noodles except porridge."

After hearing this, Shu Han was startled, and then his eyes gradually revealed firmness. He didn't speak any more, and took a big bite of Dr. Song's special sandwich with a serious expression.

It's not hard to guess this man's thoughts, Song Yichi could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, he smiled slightly in his heart, wondering what color apron would be suitable for him, red peach heart?Or my little pony?

With the idea of ​​spoofs, the thoughts can't stop drifting farther and farther. Shu Han is far from the word "mighty", but "tall" is the real thing. With his height, just standing in the kitchen, he will be domineering A lot of space.

It's not that Song Yichi judges people by appearance, but that Shu Han doesn't look like a culinary person no matter how he looks at it.

Song Yichi tried to picture in his mind the scene of Shu Han wearing a cartoon apron, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, with a serious expression on his task, planning every potato he cut carefully, and learning how to cook under Song's mother's guidance.

puff!The picture is so beautiful... He quickly lowered his head and covered the corners of his mouth while drinking the porridge.

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"Why are there so few zombies?" Song Yichi opened the window and looked down, and found that the imaginary zombie wave did not form outside the hospital. The number was much rarer than expected, and the inside could not be clearly seen, but judging from past experience, there would never be fewer.

He is now located in a low-rise building on the side of the Xiaocheng Hospital. Compared with the directly opposite, it is only a small road away from the hospital, and the straight-line distance is closer.

After breakfast, there was nothing to take, and everything was stored in space. They simply tidied up and removed the iron shelves blocking the door.Because there were living people passing by the supermarket, more than [-] zombies gathered in just one night, and they all came out of nowhere.

Today there is a map in Shu Han, so he is not afraid of losing his way, so he finds out the necessary roads, avoids the streets where zombies are concentrated, picks small roads without people, the back door of the community, etc., leads Song Yichi to climb over the wall, and goes straight to the hospital in the small town.

On the way, Shu Han insisted on going to the hospital to investigate the situation on the street before making a decision. Song Yichi shrugged indifferently, and followed behind him. Anyway, he must go anyway. Shu Han can see if he wants to. for.

The two climbed through the window and entered the small building. The floor of the hospital was much higher than that of the residential buildings. They climbed to the third floor and found that they were short, and then hurried to the fourth floor.

Shu Han locked the door and walked over, Song Yichi turned sideways to make room for him, the room they chose was located at the corner of the building, with a good view, the windows of the two rooms could have a panoramic view of the two streets in front of the hospital respectively.

He glanced quickly, didn't speak, and walked around the next room, and found that the number of zombies was wrong.

It doesn't mean that there are few zombies. As a virus concentration camp, there are many more zombies wandering around the hospital than other places, but it is far from the expected "overwhelmed with corpses".

Shu Han frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but before he opened his mouth, a slender finger pressed against his lips with a hint of coolness, light but extremely firm, just like the gaze of the owner of the finger staring at him.

Shu Han pursed his lips, pulled down the opponent's hand and carefully closed it up, without saying anything, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

In Song Yichi's eyes, he felt an unprecedented firmness. This kid took him too seriously. He was so serious that he had to go to the Xiaocheng Hospital to try anyway. He couldn't give up lightly. Otherwise, it would not be comfort or protection to Song Yichi. but contempt.

For two people who are in love, nothing can make each other feel more caring than understanding each other.

Seeing that Shu Han stopped talking, Song Yichi took his hand behind his back, shook his arm, and said softly, "Thank you for agreeing to accompany me."

Shu Han's fingertips trembled. If they were still friends, Ren Song Yichi said that today, he would not agree to take risks, but the two are lovers who have made a clear relationship and intend to join hands for a lifetime. She no longer belongs to herself alone, and must consider Song Yichi's feelings and opinions before giving up.

"No, I want to thank you." He took Song Yichi's hand to his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and kissed lightly on his knuckles.

The MRI room that Song Yichi was looking for was on the third floor of the opposite hospital. Regardless of the result, whether it can be cured or not, thank you for finding me, thank you for your efforts, and thank you for your love.

Song Yichi understood Shu Han's implication, and his eyes couldn't help feeling a little sour.

When he was working in the hospital, he did not know how many critical illness notices he had issued to the families of patients. He thought that as a doctor, he was used to life and death and could face it calmly. Said, never get used to.