This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

After listening to Fang Yazhou's words, Zou Lang was put into the ICU ward by the nurse.

The little nurse backed out knowingly, and there were only the two of them left inside, so Zou Lang directly lifted the quilt of Mijingtang and leaned sideways on the bed.

Mijingtang showed a disgusted but helpless expression, and moved his body slightly to make room for him.As soon as he moved, his body was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Zou Lang held him down, "Don't, don't, I'm fine here, I can't fall, brother, don't move."

Mijingtang Wanzun glared at him: "I'm numb and want to turn over."

Zou Lang said: "Okay, then I will help you, where do you want to move?"

"No need, I won't move." Mijingtang sighed weakly, "Release my infusion tube."

Zou Lang realized that he had pressed Mijingtang's infusion tube, and laughed awkwardly.Stand up and bypass the infusion tube.

After exchanging a few pleasantries like this, Zou Lang turned his head to look at Mijingtang's face, which was as pale as a hospital bed sheet, but set off even more darkly, feeling distressed and lonely for a few days, wanting to move foot.But when he stretched out his hand, he didn't dare to touch it. In the end, he brushed his hair that was covering his eyes. In order to relieve the embarrassment of the atmosphere, Zou Lang raised his eyes and looked around, "This is the first time I entered the legendary icu, so many instruments, what are they for?"

At that moment, Mijingtang was really afraid that he would owe him a hand, so he tried to play, closed his eyes and endured him and asked, "Where are the students?"

"It's all right."

"How many days have I been asleep?"

"Three days."

"Where is this place?"

"The Third Military Hospital in S City."

"Didn't you tell my mother about my injury?"

"Probably not yet."

"Well," Mijingtang nodded, "I'll be fine later, let me tell you."

Zou Lang understood that according to his character of never reporting good news but not bad news, he probably would not say anything in the end.

Mijingtang looked at the bandage on Zou Lang's chest again, knowing that he was also injured, and ran a long distance with him in his arms, so he couldn't bear to ask, "Are you seriously injured?"

Zou Lang began to push his nose on his face, frowned, grabbed Mijingtang's hand and pressed it to his chest, affectionately: "It's a serious injury, it hurts here, my heart hurts..."

Mijingtang regretted asking, and withdrew his hand indifferently, speaking glibly, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

Zou Lang looked at Yujingtang again, remembering how he was lying in his arms soaked in blood a few days ago, he was terrified, "You scared me to death that day."

Mijingtang said with a cold face: "I didn't mean to scare you." He looked at Zou Lang, the two had only known each other for ten days, but they seemed like old friends who had known each other for many years. Feeling a little palpitations, cold sweat kept breaking out, slowly shrinking body, gritted his teeth and said: "I...I want to stay by myself..." After a few words, I was still a little disgusted, obviously I didn't eat anything.His stomach felt like it was on fire.

Zou Lang was most familiar with his expression, and wanted to bear it by himself, frowned and said to him, "This is in the hospital, not when you are bearing it. Let me call you a doctor."

Mijingtang was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak. When he shook his head, he suddenly frowned and spat out some dark blood clots.

Zou Lang was startled by him, jumped up from the bed and rang the emergency bell on the bed.

Fang Yazhou had just been out for 10 minutes, and was pulled in by the nurses again. He pushed his glasses and looked at Zou Lang, with an expression that seemed to say that he could make people vomit blood in just 10 minutes.After checking again, he said, "It's okay, it should be the accumulation of blood before, and it's a good thing to spit it out."

Only then did Zou Lang feel relieved.

Mijingtang vomited a blood clot, but felt better.Because of Zou Lang's fuss, his face was stained with a thin layer of red.

On the fifth day, Mijingdou was able to sit up with the help of the nurse.

Fang Yazhou didn't come in the morning. The little nurse checked the room, changed the medicine, checked the wound, and asked him, "Have you exhausted?"

Mijingtang didn't understand, "What?"

"Fart." The little nurse said two words, and then said, "Oh, I'm not scolding, Major, after abdominal and gastrointestinal surgery, you need to wait for the gas to pass before you can eat."

Mijingtang thought about it carefully, and opened his mouth to utter two words with difficulty, "Not yet..."

Then his face turned red.He has a thin face, so he never discussed this kind of thing in front of the little girl.

Seeing his blushing, the little nurse thought he was cute and wanted to laugh, so she comforted him and said, "Don't be shy. Generally, after cesarean section and appendicitis operation, you need to ventilate. Everyone is like this. Only after the exhaustion does it mean that the stomach and intestines have resumed peristalsis. Your recovery is slower than ordinary people, and normal patients can eat a small amount by now." She has long been accustomed to this, if patients are as thin-skinned as Mijingtang, the hospital will not need to be opened.

I understood the reasoning, Mijingtang remembered that he also had the same request after the shrapnel removal operation last time, but at that time the injury was much lighter and the healing was smooth, but this time there was no movement.

The major held his stomach a little sadly.As if I did something wrong.

The little nurse continued to stroke his hair, "Drink some radish soup, massage more, exercise more, and apply heat. Your wound is not healed yet, so exercise and heat are not recommended."

Mijingtang didn't have enough strength to massage himself, and he didn't want to trouble Zou Lang. Yesterday Zou Lang pestered him for a long time to massage, but he touched him up and down, and he was eaten a lot of tofu.

Zou Lang had been missing for a whole morning, just when Yujingtang thought he was going to clean himself up today, it was almost noon, Zou Lang came again, and this time he brought something, and handed him a stainless steel thermos cup with both hands as if making an offering , said: "Drink some water."

Mijingtang thought it was strange, but he couldn't tell what was so strange, he was indeed thirsty, and now his gastrointestinal motility hadn't fully recovered, so he couldn't drink much water, he could only sip it.

Then he took a sip, frowning slightly, the water tasted wrong, it was carrot soup.

Major Yu rested his forehead with one hand, his originally indifferent face turned red, and he wanted to crush the thermos in his hand.

It seemed that Zou Lang had been gossiping with the little nurse about getting exhausted.

The major wants to scold people very much, why do you have to report this kind of thing to others?

Even if you tell the doctors and nurses, it's all right, what's the point of him asking.

Just ask if you ask, can you save some face for each other and pretend that you don't know?Handing over a cup of radish soup means several things.

This feeling made him feel bad.I feel like I'm becoming an asshole.

Not happy at all, Mijingtang still pressed the wound, bit the bullet and drank a few mouthfuls.

When it was lunch time, the little nurse began to deliver the lunch. Zou Lang ordered a special meal, and specially ordered the ICU to deliver it. He ate the pork rib noodles on the table next to him.

Mijingtang sat half-sitting pitifully, he could only look but not eat, but his nose could smell and his ears could hear sound, Zou Lang was not shy about it, it made him hungry.

Mijingtang thought about the pork rib noodles, and there was a soft grunt in his stomach.

Zou Lang had sharp ears, raised his head and said, "I seem to hear your stomach growling."

Mijingtang was categorical and refused to admit it, "You heard wrong."

Zou Lang put his face aside and ran over and said, "No way."

He was talking and posted it, like a big dog, gently lying on Mijingtang's body, the radish soup worked well, and there was already a slight bowel sound in his stomach.

Mijingtang was pissed off by his actions, and pressed his forehead to push him away from his stomach, "Zou Lang, don't push yourself too far."

As soon as he exerted force, there was a light popping sound from the quilt.

Both of them were taken aback.

Mijingtang was so embarrassed that he turned into a cooked shrimp.

Zou Lang didn't shy away, hugged him and kissed him.As if he had done something remarkable, then he rubbed his hair, "You're just hurt, why are you shy, there's no living person who doesn't fart."

Mijingtang lowered his head, his eyelashes cast a shadow, and he still didn't want to talk to him.He is obviously such a lonely person, but now he is as helpless as a child.Even the simplest things in life require human care.His collarbone was exposed in his hospital gown, which was pin-shaped and bony.

He wasn't particularly thin at first, just on the thin side, but now he has lost a lot of weight.

Zou Lang felt distressed again when he saw it, and gently pressed his forehead and said, "You need to get better soon, I want to take good care of you and make you fatter."