Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

Ren Xinyun's mood at the moment can be described as mixed, she almost hopes that she can find a crack in the ground so that she can hide in it. The chill coming from the base of her thighs unnerved her, and the sensation complicated her feelings. However, when she thought of Zhou Feng's heavy breathing and his sudden sharp inhalation, she couldn't help but feel amused. "This guy wasn't really bad," she thought, "at least he didn't do anything excessive to me directly. Thinking of this, Ren Xinyun actually felt that her body had undergone subtle changes and became a little stiff.

Zhou Feng finally calmed the fire of desire in his heart, he took out cotton, first cleaned the purulent parts around the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and then gently cut it with a knife to clean up the rotten meat. Zhou Feng was very careful during the whole process, but it still made Ren Xinyun's whole body tremble. The intense pain irritated her nerves, causing her to moan in pain constantly.

After cleaning away the purulent rotten flesh, blood came out. Zhou Feng was sweating profusely while sucking the blood with cotton, and at the same time, after taking the stool to disinfect it, he gently pierced it into the wound. He comforted: "Bear with me, take out the warhead and you'll be fine." His hand was shaking, but soon he touched the warhead. This simple action was a kind of torture for Ren Xinyun, and she bit the cloth ball in her mouth and made a whining sound.

Since Zhou Feng was a novice, he didn't take out the warhead several times, but instead moved the warhead, causing great pain and blood gushing out. He couldn't help but scold: "Damn!" But he still relented, ignoring Ren Xinyun's violent reaction, and finally clamped the warhead and took it out in a few clicks. It is not too difficult to retrieve the bullet, because the inside around the bullet has suppurated, and if it is just injured, the strength of the muscles will contract, clamping the bullet tightly, increasing the pain of the injured person.

After throwing the warhead aside, blood continued to gush. Zhou Feng was in a hurry again, mixing a large amount of anti-inflammatory drugs with Yunnan Baiyao, applying them to the wound and tying them up with gauze. He felt as if he had lost his mind, and he finally tied the gauze well, and the whole thing was already soaked with sweat. Sitting weakly on the sand in front of the carpet, he finally understood how much stamina it would take for a doctor to perform a major operation. Like their surgery, there can be no negligence, this is really a test of real kung fu.

Ren Xinyun on the carpet was also soaked with sweat, lying on the bed, her chest constantly rising and falling. She gently ripped the cloth from her mouth, panting a little louder. The pain also drained all her strength, and her chapped lips made her look a little sicker.

After a difficult journey, Zhou Feng felt a trace of physical recovery. He poured some water from the bottle he was carrying, then poured a few more painkillers from the pill box. He whispered to Ren Xinyun: "This is a painkiller, taking it will make you feel better." "

However, Ren Xinyun was exhausted at this time, and it became difficult to even support his body. Seeing this, Zhou Feng had no choice but to reach out and help her up. Before, he didn't realize the close contact between the two due to nervousness and anxiety, but now, when he cleared his mind, this intimate contact reminded him of some movie plot hidden deep in his mind. Especially the feminine aura emanating from Ren Xinyun's body, although her face was a little dirty, it did not have the kind of peculiar smell that people often had in the last days, but had a faint vanilla aroma.

Zhou Feng couldn't help but gasp, trying to keep his composure, and carefully fed Ren Xinyun to swallow the medicine. His gaze unconsciously sneaked a glance at a faint peek under her clothes, and the scene struck his nerves again, making him dare not linger any longer. Like a benevolent rabbit, he hurriedly confessed a few words, and then rushed out of the tent as if he had fled.

Although Ren Xinyun was in low spirits, she couldn't help but smile when she looked at this man's flustered appearance. In this apocalyptic world, it is so rare to meet such kind people. She didn't think that her appearance attracted the other party, after all, there must be women in the settlement who were equal or even more beautiful than her. With Zhou Feng's wealth and ability, he can enjoy the company of countless beauties in the settlement and do whatever he wants. Why would he be so nice to her?

Especially in the last days when this medicine is extremely precious, the value of the medicine that treats her alone is enough to raise several women. In this world where the strong are respected, the value of women is often only reflected in the foil to men, and most of the time they are not valued.

Ren Xinyun, who has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, understands in his heart that Zhou Feng is actually a rare good person. Thinking of the way he peeked at her, she couldn't help but smile again, and thought to herself, "What a worthless guy." "Does she really want him to be productive and take a tough stance on herself?

Ouch, that's a shameful thought!

At eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, it was very cold on the moor. When Zhou Feng walked out of the tent, he was only wearing thin clothes, and when he was blown by the cold wind, he couldn't help but shiver and sneezed. He glanced at his field tent nostalgically, and then slapped himself hard, regretting that he had been a good person, Lei Feng and Yanagishita Hui, and almost froze to death. After scolding himself a few words, he saw that the door of the pickup truck was not locked, so he looked around and quietly. The fire became faint under the cold breath, and only a small flame remained, which was in danger of being extinguished at any moment. He got into the pickup and closed the door, but it was still cold. Fortunately, the space-time teleportation had cooled, and without saying a word, he teleported back to the suite in the warehouse, set the time, and then collapsed on the bed.