This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

"Come on, I'll carry you there!" Zou Lang rolled up his sleeves, put one hand behind Mijingtang's back, and the other on the crook of his knee.Mijingtang was hugged suddenly, and said in surprise: "Don't..." His body was picked up before he could stop him. Suddenly feeling weightless, Mijingtang hurriedly pulled Zou Lang's chest with his hands, and he could hear Zou Lang's chest with his hands against his clothes. until his heart pounded.

Zou Lang got up and took two steps, then stopped suddenly, and put Yujingtang down again.

Zou Lang knelt down: "Okay... I can't hold it... my waist is about to break..."

Mijingo: "..."

What a hero...

In the end, it was helped. The owner of the clinic had already run away. The place was locked all the time, and it was not disturbed by zombies. It looked clean.Zou Lang found a crude operating room on the second floor, and put Mijingtang on the operating bed. Mijingtang pulled him and said, "You bring in the rescue supplies first."

Zou Lang had to order to go out and carry the big supplies bag back, blocking the door of the operating room.

When everything was ready, Mijingtang ordered Zou Lang to arrange all kinds of medicines and basic surgical supplies and put them aside.

Iodine was not found, so it could only be disinfected with alcohol.Zou Lang took tweezers and alcohol cotton balls, lifted the gauze, as if he was afraid of hurting Mijingtang, and gently stained the wound with alcohol.

Mijingtang stood up, frowned and said: "You are too slow, when will you be able to handle this speed well... I... I will do it myself." He half lay down while talking, and put his nameplate He put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, stroked Zou Lang's hand and poured the alcohol violently on his bloody body.

The coldness mixed with the sharp pain made him straighten his back suddenly, biting on the nameplate, and the severe pain made his eyes turn black.

Zou Lang looked at him distressedly as if he was masochistically treating the wound.When his body calmed down a little, he took the nameplate out of his mouth and said, "Don't do this in the future, bite this thing, and your teeth will fall out."

Mijingtang was still panting in the remaining pain, gave him a blank look, and said nothing.

Zou Lang took the nameplate of Yujingtang and looked at it. There were names, units he belonged to, and an age mark on it. As if he had discovered a new continent, he slapped his thigh excitedly and said, "Hey, you are half a year younger than me. Call me brother, call me brother." .”

Mijingtang regained his composure and kicked him, "Is that what you said to the leader when you were in the army?" Then he threw something coldly. "Can you sew stitches?"

"Ah?! Me?!" Zou Lang took the first aid kit in a daze.

"How about I sew it myself." Mijingtang looked at his wound, and seemed to be really thinking about it.

"Don't, don't, I'll do it." Zou Lang hurriedly held him down.With trembling hands, he reached for the needle and thread.

"This zombie is a mutant, and it won't die just by hitting the head, so I was yelling to remind you that we met one before, and only two of them died before escaping."

Zou Lang has a bad habit, the more nervous he is, the more he wants to talk.At this time, the tip of the needle in his hand pierced through Mijingtang's flesh. In order not to affect his movements, Mijingtang resolutely did not use anesthesia. Every time the needle was injected, his body trembled uncontrollably.Zou Lang was afraid that he would be hurt to death, so he kept talking to him.

"This is a new type of zombie. It must be reported to the superior immediately." Mijingtang's voice trembled slightly, and he said with a sigh, "But the base station is broken, so I can't explain the details at all."

With the loss of blood, Mijingtang felt more and more cold.

Zou Lang shook him, "Don't sleep, Mijingtang, let me sing you a song... Amidst the sound of machine gun fire, we are looking for sheltered trenches..."

After singing only one sentence, Mijingtang stopped him friendly, "Come on, I'm not dead yet."

"Then let me tell you a joke..."

"Why are you so poor?" Mijingtang was really powerless to complain, his wound hurt and his head hurt.

As he was sewing, Zou Lang's complexion suddenly changed, and he rolled under the table next to him with Mijingtang in his arms. ..."

Before he finished speaking, Zou Lang covered his mouth nervously.

At this time, Mijingtang also heard the sound, it was the sound of walking, the pace was very slow and heavy, even the ground of the clinic was shaking, it was impossible to be a living person.It is even more impossible to be an ordinary zombie.If there is any difficulty at this time, both of them will have to finish the game.

Mijingtang stretched out a hand, with a dignified expression, and gripped the knife on the side of the ground.If the situation is not good, he still has to fight.

Zou Lang made a silent gesture to him, at this time, avoid as much as possible.

There was a roar of zombies from the outside of the clinic, accompanied by the sound of glass breaking.Those zombies are using their voices to convey information.Maybe it was the long-armed and long-legged zombie that attracted his companions.Then came footsteps, dull footsteps,

Every sound made people feel that they were getting closer, and the footsteps seemed to weigh on the hearts of the two people, making them breathless.

Under the table in the consulting room, the two of them were so close, Zou Lang looked down at Mijingtang, the beauty in his arms had dark pupils, long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings, a straight nose bridge, thin lips, lip color light.His fair skin was stained with blood, and it was dazzlingly red. At this moment, he was enduring the pain, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but it was shockingly beautiful.

Zou Lang put his arms around Mijingtang's waist, feeling his bloody breath, and his body temperature was unusually hot, he had a fever.

Zou Lang suddenly had the urge to take out his heart and give it to him. Even if he died right now, it would be worth it. set aside.

Mijingtang didn't know what was going on in Zou Lang's mind at all, his face was pale and his heart was full of tension, as time passed, the situation was really not good.He gripped the knife tightly with one hand, while the other tremblingly held his wound.The stitched wound was still one or two stitches away, the thread and needle were still hanging on the wound, and the rolling just now made him sweat profusely with the tearing pain.

The operating room was cold and cold, the floor was cold, and the wound was painful, as if a knife was twisted inside the body.

Mijingtang began to tremble, unable to suppress the collision between his teeth at all. In this quiet environment, the faint sound of teeth touching was harsh. Mijingtang let go of his hand covering the wound, his fingers trembling to cover it own mouth, but this method obviously doesn't work either.

Zou Lang looked at him, a rare flash of panic flashed in Mijingtang's usually indifferent eyes, he suddenly had the guts to push him over, then pulled his hand away, and blocked his mouth with his lips, dexterously poking at him with his tongue. Opened his trembling lips.Then he gently stroked Mijingdou's back to calm him down.

Finally, there was no sound at all, it was quiet, quiet.

In silence, Mijingtang opened his eyes and stared at Zou Lang. His lips and tongue were held in his mouth. Unlike his cold lips, the man's lips were as hot as a ball of fire.Under the passionate kiss, he didn't dare to move his body.It was the first time in his life that he was kissed so grandly and unscrupulously by a man.Zou Lang's skillful teasing was accompanied by the weakness and cramps he was not used to, which made him at a loss. He felt that his heart was hanging in his throat at this moment, beating wildly, and was about to jump out of his mouth.

The huge silhouette of the zombie was projected from the observation window, then walked to the door of the operating room, and pushed the door...