Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

"Hook your legs, use your knees, hold your left hand tightly, and slowly move your right hand forward." Shu Han lay on the window and gave guidance outside the court.

The remaining broken glass in the window has been cleaned up, and the door behind him is also closed. The room is sealed and relatively safe. He can focus on Song Yichi and not worry about zombies coming in behind him to make trouble.

Song Yichi has only been playing rope climbing before in primary school physical education class, straight up and down is like climbing a pole, this kind of hanging and upside down climbing has never been practiced before, and he has not done any training in advance, it is good to have Shu Han as a reference for him , No one can replace this matter, only bite the bullet and drive the ducks to the shelves.

Song Yichi followed Shu Han's instruction, one command and one movement, and moved forward slowly. In the second half of the climb, even though he was wearing gloves, his palms were still hot and painful, but he couldn't relax even for a second.

"What's wrong?!" Seeing Song Yichi climbed two-thirds of the way, Shu Han suddenly froze in place, his pupils tightened, and asked hastily.

The distance between the two was still several meters, Shu Han couldn't reach them even if he stretched out his body, so he stood at the window anxiously.

Song Yichi replied that it's okay, gritted his teeth and continued to approach, all he could see was the white walls of the hospital.

It's close, there are still three meters... two meters... one meter...

As soon as the fingertips were about to touch the window sill, a hand quickly reached out to grab him firmly.

Relying on external force to intervene, Song Yichi finally didn't have to dangle from the rope and grab the window sill with his free right hand.

"Relax your legs, don't be afraid, I'll pull you up." Shu Han's tone sounded very different from usual, extra gentle, full of comfort and encouragement.

In fact, the whole crawling process is not difficult, you can do it if you have the strength, and finally getting down from the rope is the difficulty, because the rope is at a [-]-degree angle to the wall, and the grapple is hung on the lower edge of the window. If you want to climb in, you have to loosen your legs first. , the whole person hangs by the window, and climbs up with the strength of his arms and waist.

Shu Han was worried that Song Yichi was a novice, and he would be nervous when he was hanging on the wall and his feet didn't touch the ground, so he leaned half his body out of the window, holding his left hand with one hand, and pulling his belt with the other.

Song Yichi knew the importance of coherence in his movements, and he had to go all out without hesitation. He grabbed his right hand on the window sill to get ready. As soon as his legs were loosened, he immediately fell off the rope and hung in mid-air. Shu Han grabbed his belt in time and lifted it up. Song Yichi held his breath and stretched his waist, using his right leg to hook the edge of the window.

Phew... Song Yichi let out a long breath, leaning on his right leg to hang half of himself on the wall, it was finally much more comfortable than hanging his feet in the air, at least not so hanging, he slowed down for two seconds, then right leg At the same time, he forced himself into the house, Shu Han kept holding his left hand, half-supporting and half-embracing him to help him stand still, so as not to fall into the pile of zombies.

Song Yichi took advantage of the situation to hug Shu Han, leaned into his ear and asked, "Did you treat me like a child just now?"

I'm not afraid that you are afraid of heights.

Shu Han avoided the warm breath in his ear, turned his head to look at Song Yichi, and didn't speak.

He took off the man's non-slip gloves and found that the palms of his hands were red from being strangled. Shu Han pursed his lips in pain and rubbed it a few times. Song Yichi's arms began to shake violently. Shu Han was startled, and then his face froze. , quit.

Damn, why did he forget the healing ability again!

At that time in the laboratory building, Song Yichi left for a long time, and it was dark before Shu Han realized that this kid had supernatural powers, and the shoulder numbness did not exist at all.

In fact, he was thinking about it, Song Yichi really didn't premeditate today. When climbing the rope, his hands and feet should not be messed up. Can, but hurry over.

Afterwards, the rope was let go, and the hands didn't have to bear the weight on the rope, so the pain naturally disappeared. It wasn't until Shu Han found out, frowning and carefully helping him rub his hands, that Song Yichi realized that his hands were rubbed red due to excessive force.

This level of injury doesn't even count as an injury, it's not a problem, and it will get better after a while without supernatural powers, but... since Shu Han lowered his head, from Song Yichi's perspective, he can clearly see the slight frown that he unconsciously frowned. Brows, and a straight mouth under the straight bridge of the nose.

The corners of Song Yichi's lips curled up, the look of his lover who was only nervous, but caring and chaotic is really not bad.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing silently, it doesn't matter if he smiles, Shu Han immediately noticed his trembling shoulders and arms.

Song Yichi quickly grabbed his elbow with his backhand, without daring to use any force, he gently hooked him.

Just because he's fine, doesn't mean this person is fine, just now when he was pulled up from the window, Shu Han scraped his entire arm along the edge of the window, rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, there were two long purple-red bruises.

"Does it hurt?" Song Yichi turned over his arm, turned to the position with the palm facing up, and carefully pressed the spot full of blood spots.

"It doesn't hurt." Shu Han shook his head as usual, the capillaries became very brittle, and bruises would result from a slight collision. It looked scary but it wasn't really broken. If Song Yichi hadn't rolled up his sleeves, he wouldn't have felt it.

Song Yichi sighed from the bottom of his heart, mobilized his supernatural powers, and eliminated the two disturbing traces under his eyelids in the blink of an eye.

Earlier, Shu Han was drawing blood in the medical tent at the entrance of the base. He strangled his arm and stabbed it four or five times. Except for the skin around the blood vessel being bruised, there was nothing wrong with it. reason.

Seeing that Song Yichi was pulling himself into silence after treatment, it was obvious that he was not gentle but worried about his body, Shu Han quickly put down his sleeves.

He is not good at comforting people, but he has a good memory. He recalled the way Song Yichi comforted him at the beginning, put his hand on the back of the other's neck, squeezed it softly, and whispered: "Don't worry, you are here."

Song Yichi rested his head on Shu Han's shoulder, and after a long time, he said weakly, "I'm not sure either."

Shu Han opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

This kid is not afraid of challenges, and is even a little willing to seek challenges. As long as he has the heart, he can solve anything easily. He did special training in the safe zone. Some people believe it, not nonsense.

The kid who had never been in combat before, with his excellent learning ability, made rapid progress in just five days, and it was not a problem to survive two or three rounds in his hands. Although he was inevitably abused and his back was bruised, Song Yichi gritted his teeth and held on. Shu Han's memory of the attitude of losing but not losing is still fresh in Shu Han's memory.

Therefore, in his mind, Song Yichi should be a person who is full of self-confidence all the time and laughs away any difficulties.

Now Song Yichi leaned weakly on his shoulder, saying that he was not sure.

The feeling of being dependent on a lover is good, but this is the first time Shu Han has seen such a depressed Song Yichi, and he can't help but feel a little at a loss, unable to find words to comfort him.

Fortunately, Song Yichi quickly adjusted his mentality and stood up straight. He was no longer depressed like before, and his eyes showed firmness again.

Just now, he was dazzled by the bruise on Shu Han's arm, and felt it all at once, they all came here, worried that there was something wrong, so they hurriedly found the MRI room, after the examination, everything would be settled.

Shu Han only came once, and he remembered that the inspection department was on the third floor, but unfortunately the time interval was too long, he really forgot whether to turn left or right when going out.

Song Yichi thought for a moment, and suggested going out to see if there were any landmarks on the ground. NMR is a busy department, and there are countless people queuing up for inspection every day, so the signs should be very eye-catching.

If there is no landmark, go to the left first. Two rooms to the left of where they are located is the corner. According to hospital practice, there must be signs on the wall at the corner, indicating the approximate location of the classification department and the examination room.

The Nu arrows shot over were recovered smoothly, and the cross-null was not suitable for indoor close-range combat, and Song Yichi put it into the space after completing the task.

After the two inspections were completed, with their respective weapons in their hands, and their backs pressed against the wall, Shu Han slowly opened the door of the room.

Roar--

There happened to be a zombie by the door, and when it heard the movement, it rushed in without saying a word. Song Yichi and Shu Han were both standing against the wall. .

Then Shu Han didn't care about the weapon stuck in the zombie's head, the energy would dissipate by itself in a few tens of seconds, he also condensed a long knife, stretched it out of the door and shook it, making sure there were no zombies outside, and then slowly poked his head out .

A quick glance around, very good, the nearest zombies in the corridor are more than ten meters away, no one can be seen, as long as you don't make a big noise quietly, it's not difficult to walk around the corner.

However, it is hard to say how many zombies are behind the corner.

"Is there a mirror in your space? It doesn't need to be too big." Shu Han asked Song Yichi, drawing a fist-sized circle with both hands.

Song Yichi thought about it. The first thing he emptied was his small supermarket. There was a portable makeup mirror near the cashier before, and it should be on the grocery shelf. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember the exact location, and he couldn't move the whole grocery shelf out, so he had to Dodge into the space, quickly rummage through memory.

After a while, she reappeared next to Shu Han, holding a folding double-sided makeup mirror in the palm of her hand, with a cute polka-dot pattern on the outer shell.

Shu Han kept his expression on and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, turned around, paid attention to the movement under his feet and around, and walked forward cautiously.

Before entering the hospital, the zombies in the corridor on this side had been booby-trapped for nearly two hours, and there were not many left. They were loosely distributed and posed no threat.

Zombies will roar excitedly when they find living people. If zombies from other places are attracted, the number will gather more and more, which will be very unfavorable to the two of them. From a safe distance, the zombies blocking the way were silently cleared.

The corner is very close, less than ten meters away from the room you came out of, just a few steps away.

Song Yichi followed Shu Han, squatting at the base of the wall, watching him take out the mirror and put it close to the ground, sticking it out of the corner, and hundreds of zombies were reflected in the mirror, jostling each other, wandering in the long corridor.

Compared with the second half, there are slightly fewer zombies nearby, which should be the reason why they were lured away and killed just now, so the one closest to the corner is only four or five meters away.

Shu Han moved his gaze upwards and raised his chin. Song Yichi understood, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and tilted his head to look for the direction sign of the MRI room.

I looked around and found nothing.

His face darkened, and he shook his head at Shu Han.

With so many zombies piled up on the opposite side, attracting one of them was like poking a hornet's nest, so neither of the two dared to take the risk of poking their heads.

Shu Han pondered for a moment, then glanced at the nearest zombie in the mirror, still foolishly turning around, not noticing them.

He quietly transferred the mirror to his left hand, which was easier to use, turned around to face the wall, and began to use the mirror to see if there was the NMR mark he was looking for on the other side.