Survival [End Times]

"Why are you so fast?" Zhou's father was surprised and happy, "Are you not injured?"

"No, no, come and eat quickly."

The two of them were the first to come. After the whole family was full, other survivors came up one after another, but the number was much smaller.

Zhou's mother looked a little anxious: "How about I go down again." None of them were alive in the ivory tower. She knew very well what those people were doing down there. If they went back in the future, there might be nothing left. .

"Let me go, I'll be faster."

Yu Heng went down again. He did not go to the food city, but continued down carefully. He made a crude scarecrow puppet to explore the way. The further he went down, the stairs were severely deformed and damaged. The partition board on the wall was inserted into the road, and the ceiling was hanging tightly. He took out 100,000 yuan. Be very careful and climb over the obstacles one by one. When I finally returned to the original platform, I was sweating profusely.

There is no train on the semi-enclosed platform. I don’t know if it has left or if it hasn’t arrived yet. He looked around. It was dark in the tunnel, and he could only make out a rough outline of the situation. The situation didn't seem to be bad, at least the length of the train as far as the eye could see was not completely blocked. When I turned to look at the other side, there was a faint light. I didn't know if it was a stranded train.

The worst was the worst, if there was no room in the hall, he thought he could still escape from the tunnel. If he could walk to another station, and if that station could be exited, he would be saved. Of course, this is also a big gamble, and it is very possible to go to a similarly closed subway station, but if it really comes to the last step, it can only be a gamble.

When they returned to the hall, it was already half an hour later. Zhou's parents were extremely anxious. Zhou's mother even went down to look for him, but couldn't find him. She cried when she saw him.

"Where have you been? Where have you been? I thought you..."

Yu Heng said that after getting the food, he looked down at the road. He told his parents what he thought and diverted their attention.

Father Zhou also thought long-term: "Your idea... can only be a last resort." He looked around and didn't have much confidence in this precarious temporary shelter, but escaping through the tunnel was extremely dangerous. .

"If it suddenly collapses while walking -"

"So we definitely won't go now. Let's wait for rescue. There's still enough food for now." Yu Heng said, hiding the full bags behind the family, "Mom, I also took some from the clothing store inside. Some clothes, please put them on." He opened another big bag, and there were indeed several clothes inside, including a light jacket, pants and shoes.

"Ouch, I forgot to bring my clothes. Ah Xing is smarter." When we got down to the Commercial City, our eyes were full of food. I really forgot to do what I did last night when I went to bed cold.

The family put on their clothes and found themselves much warmer. That night, they relied on three bags of food, wore several pullovers and thin summer coats, and covered them with large curtains pulled by their son, and finally felt a little more at ease.

While sleeping that night, Yu Heng suddenly heard the sound of something crawling. He thought it was a snake. He quickly got up and looked around with half-squinted eyes under the flashing lights above his head. He saw a group of small black figures coming from the front left. Crawling across, it looked like a rat. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The lights in the hall flickered, reflecting the survivors and dilapidated building debris lying in the hall, making it look eerie. Coupled with the hot weather, even if the underground temperature is lower, it is impossible to preserve the body of the deceased, so the corpse odor spreads everywhere with the wind in the passage, and the taste experience is very poor.

Those who can sleep under such conditions must either have excellent psychological quality, be too tired to hold on, or be very nervous.

Many people were still asleep. Yu Heng sat upright suddenly, and his movement was not very large, but it still shocked some people. Suddenly, some people jumped up: "There's an earthquake!"

Shulala woke up a bunch of people and found that there was no earthquake. The person who shouted the earthquake first could not avoid being blamed. The girl was also frightened and did not want to be blamed, so she raised her hand and said: "Yes." He lied to me!"

Yu Heng heard this and looked up: "Did I tell you about the earthquake?"

"Then why did you suddenly move around? And you said it wasn't you!"

He looked at her like she was a fool: "If I change my sitting position, it will be an earthquake?"

The girl's eyes turned red when she was angry, and she pointed at Yu Heng. The others saw that it was a mistake and dispersed one after another.

"Do you want to go to the toilet?" Zhou's father asked his son, thinking that he wanted to go to the toilet.

"No, let me move my hands and feet."

"Oh. Then go to sleep." Father Zhou patted his shoulder, narrowed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Yu Heng rubbed his eyes and planned to continue sleeping. As he fell asleep, he felt his feet itching. The itch was so intense, like a volcano erupting suddenly, that it came so quickly and fiercely that it made him kick his legs and wake him up.

He sat up and looked at his feet. The itching area was all around his ankles. He saw a patch of red, which he had rubbed unconsciously while sleeping. Looking closely, it was blisters. The blisters were not floating on top, but sinking. Inside, the skin still feels flat.

It's so itchy! He took out the ointment from his schoolbag and applied a layer of ointment. When he was applying the ointment, Zhou's father also shook and woke up.

"What's wrong dad?"

"The wound is a little itchy." Zhou's father responded blankly, reaching out and scratching his foot. Yu Heng followed his movements and looked over: "Dad, pull up your trousers and let me take a look."

"It's okay, I'm just itchy. Don't worry if you didn't scratch the wound." Zhou's father comforted him, "I just touched it." It was Yu Heng who asked again, and then he pulled up his trouser legs and caught the sight of the two of them. It's a patch of watery red bumps.

"??!" Zhou's father himself was so frightened that he fell down and knocked his wife awake with his hand.

"What's wrong?"

Soon, Zhou's mother, who woke up, followed where her son was looking and saw the red bump. Her eyes suddenly widened: "What's going on! Allergy?!"

Yu Heng asked Zhou's father to pull up his trouser legs. The blisters extended to above his knees. Zhou's father also knew that something was wrong. He took out the hem of his clothes and turned it over. There were lumps below the navel.

It looked exactly like the blisters on Yu Heng's body, only much more severe. Father Zhou said blankly, "No wonder I feel itchy." He just thought that after living in such a dirty and messy environment for a day and not being able to take a shower or wash, it was normal for him to feel itchy. Besides, his feet were injured and itching was common. He never expected that he would have such disgusting blisters and bumps on his body.

Yu Heng squatted down and looked at the blisters on Zhou's father's feet. Those blisters were also sunken under the skin. The whole area looked like blisters and holes, one after another crowded with water.

He grabbed Zhou's father's wrist and felt the pulse again, and observed his tongue coating, eyelids, lymph nodes and other parts. He was a little unsure when he took his own pulse just now. Zhou's father's symptoms were more serious, so it was easier to observe.

This situation... was both similar to the plague, but also had obvious differences. He racked his brains and checked all the cases and symptoms he had written down. There were many similarities, but there were always differences. He actually couldn't really match the last case!

"How is it?" Zhou's mother asked hurriedly, "Can you see a doctor? You only went to school for one year..." My son studied medicine in college, but can he really see a doctor in one year?

Sure enough, seeing her son shaking his head, Zhou's mother said worriedly: "What should we do? Why hasn't the rescue come yet? I'm worried to death." She didn't know that Yu Heng also had blisters on his ankles, otherwise she would be even more nervous. .

Yu Heng was anxious when he discovered that his family members had this symptom. There was Western medicine in his storage ring, so he first prepared a pack and planned to take it himself.

"Let Dad eat first, eh?" Zhou's father was frightened, fearing that his son would eat something wrong.

"I'll eat it first and see if I can adjust it." Yu Heng ate it. Fifteen minutes after eating it, he felt that the itching on his feet was showing signs of relief. After further observation, he gave him another pack. Father Zhou took it, adjusted the medicine and dosage, and added an extra antipyretic medicine.

Zhou's father began to have a low-grade fever. He took the medicine and swallowed it. He drank half a bottle of mineral water and swallowed it all.

"How are you doing? Are you feeling better?" Zhou's mother asked.

Father Zhou comforted her: "Yes! Yes! I feel like my heart is not beating so fast. You should go to bed quickly. It's only after four o'clock now."

"Where can I sleep? You can sleep! Come on, Ah Xing, and you can sleep too. I'll watch over you."

"Wait a minute." Yu Heng also took out the needle bag and thought about pricking himself, but Zhou's father and mother were frightened to death.

"No, no, no, no! Why are you pricking me randomly?" The couple didn't dare to stop them, fearing that they might accidentally prick their son. "Pull out the needle quickly." Still saying the same thing, their son has only been in the hospital for a year. If they are told that they can prepare some anti-inflammatory, pain-relieving and fever-reducing medicines, they can still believe it. If they really want to prick their bodies with needles, they would never dare to think about it! If the wrong thing is done, wouldn't the person be doomed?

"Mom and dad are fine. I'll try it myself first. If it works, I'll help dad do it."

But Zhou's father was so anxious that he quickly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Trick dad! Your body has been weak since you were a child, how can you stick it randomly? Oops, I remember that you haven't taken an acupuncture class yet. Did I remember it wrong?" No matter how hard it was, Yu Heng just didn't want to and insisted on pricking himself.

There was no other way, so the couple had no choice but to look around, fearing that a stone or something might fall and ruin their son's affairs.

After testing a few needles, Yu Heng felt somewhat confident and could administer the needle faster. An hour later, he felt like vomiting, so he ran to the side and vomited.

The spit out was black and very smelly. He buried the vomit with sand and gravel, and went back to help Zhou's father get the acupuncture.

Zhou's father also vomited twice, then said he was very sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep. At this moment, Yu Heng also felt very sleepy, so he also lay down and took a nap. He didn't sleep long. The survivors were shouting about itching and pain, which was extremely noisy.

"Scratch my back quickly, it's tickling me to death!"

"It hurts!"

"It's bleeding. Take off your clothes and let me take a look."

"It's all red. I should have known I wouldn't have scratched..."

There were such sounds everywhere in the hall. Yu Heng woke up and checked Zhou's father's condition first. His fever had subsided, but the blisters on his body showed no signs of getting better. Instead, they looked more watery. The situation was not optimistic. Looking at his own symptoms, they neither improved nor worsened.

Zhou's mother was worried: "Show me your feet? Your symptoms are mild, fortunately." She touched her husband's forehead and tilted her head slightly to indicate to Yu Heng: "It seems that there is a similar problem over there."

Yu Heng nodded, took out his cell phone and turned on the alarm, intending to inquire about the progress. I called three times and the line was always busy. It's almost six o'clock in the morning and the line is still busy. Although he didn't know the current situation outside, he guessed it was not good.