Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

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The room next door is used by nurses to rest. It has a wardrobe, a bed for lunch breaks, a water dispenser, a small refrigerator, etc.

As soon as he entered, Mu Cang locked the door behind him, and he didn't forget to use a big mouse pad to block the light from the air window.

Xiao Zai excitedly opened the small refrigerator, and was immediately suffocated by the stench inside, retching non-stop.

Mu Cang glanced at it from a distance, and saw wriggling maggots, crawling all over the refrigerator.

Dr. Zheng sat on a chair, panting like a cow. He pointed to a locker with pink stickers, "Little girls like to put their snacks here."

"Little girls?" Mu Cang teased, "Doctor Zheng, you are not very old."

Dr. Zheng glanced awkwardly in Simian's direction and replied, "I... I have just graduated not long ago."

Studying medicine is very hard. It takes five years to study for a bachelor's degree, another seven years for a bachelor's degree and a master's degree, and at least eight years for a bachelor's, master's and doctoral degree.

Therefore, Zheng Junyong’s claim that he just graduated is not an empty lie.

Mucang opened the locker with pink stickers. It was full of snacks, including chocolate biscuits, potato chips, shrimp crackers, waffles, etc., as well as two bottles of orange juice.

She wrung out a bottle of orange juice and handed it to her son, and then handed another bottle to Dr. Zheng, "You two gentlemen have one bottle, and Zaizai and I have one bottle, okay?"

Doctor Zheng waved his hand quickly, "I'm not thirsty, not at all. Just give it to Junior Simian."

He didn't even pick it up, and kept his body away from Mu Cang's hand.

Mu Cang didn't bother, he unscrewed it and handed it to Si Mian.

She unwrapped two more packs of waffles, one for her son and one for Simian, and then asked Dr. Zheng, "What do you want to eat? I'll unwrap it for you."

Dr. Zheng shook his head, and said with white lips: "I'll just rest for a while, right now, I can't eat anything."

Xiao Zai swallowed the orange juice in his mouth, looked at Dr. Zheng's bloody stomach, and asked, "Is the doctor afraid that after eating it, it will leak out of his stomach?"

Zheng Junyong shuddered, looked down at the gap in his stomach, and murmured: "No, it can't be... I still have the esophagus, stomach bag, large intestine and small intestine..."

When he said this, Xiao Zai became even more curious. He dragged a small stool for changing shoes and sat beside Dr. Zheng's legs. While chewing waffles, he tried to see the large and small intestines inside from the wound. He was still shrugging. Nose, get close and smell.

Mu Cang was eating chocolate biscuits, and asked curiously, "What do you smell?"

Xiao Zai looked melancholy, "It smells like shit. Smell it and see if there is any poop leaking out."

Zheng Junyong's face flushed, and it turned red, he pursed his lips for a long time, and didn't know what to explain to this little glutinous rice dumpling.

Mu Cang shook his head helplessly, and concentrated on looking at the room.

After Si Mian finished the waffles in his hand in three bites, he found a small medical kit from the cabinet. After he opened the medical kit and looked at it, he inadvertently glanced at the blood stains on Mu Cang's face and knees, and then He said to Zheng Junyong: "Doctor Zheng, under your guidance, I will help you clean your wound."

"Hey, hey, good work."

Zheng Junyong didn't delay, quickly opened his clothes and got closer.

Because the scene was rather bloody, they dealt with it at the corner, and Mu Cang could only hear the sound of gasping for breath from time to time, but he never heard Dr. Zheng give any instructions.

Xiao Zai was full at the moment, and after urinating in the flowerpot in the corner, his eyelids were clenched with sleepiness. He lay down on the lunch break bed, and fell asleep within a minute.

Mu Cang found a pink nurse's top from the closet and put it on his son.

She rested her chin and quietly waited for the two men in the corner who were busy bandaging each other's wounds.

Simian suddenly said, "Sister, help me find some clean clothes."

"okay."

Mu Cang turned around, rummaged through the closet, and picked out an oversized loose BF-style short-sleeved T-shirt, with a pink skull smoking a cigarette hot-stamped on the chest, which looked quite punk.

She put it down on the windowsill next to Simian.

A quarter of an hour later, both Simian and Zheng Junyong had treated their wounds again.

Zheng Junyong took off the dirty white coat, fished a new but small white coat from the wall, and barely put it on.

Si Mian took off her blood-stained clothes, and prepared to change into the clothes her sister chose.

Seeing that he didn't intend to hide and change clothes, Mu Cang turned his head politely and set his eyes on his son's sleeping face.

Si Mian changed his clothes and felt much refreshed. He moved a chair, sat between Zheng Junyong and Mu Cang, and said, "Let's talk about the next thing."

Mu Cang looked up immediately, and saw Si Mian in a black T-pink skull, his original oversize was stretched into a slim fit, and he was quite energetic.

Si Mian asked, "What do you think, sister?"

Mu Cang nodded: "It's quite beautiful."

Simian smiled lightly, "I mean, how do you think my sister should arrange the next trip?"

When Zheng Junyong heard this, he hurriedly asked: "Are you leaving the hospital?"

Both Mu Cang and Simian caught the anxiety in his tone, as if they didn't want them to leave the hospital.

Mu Cang looked at Simian, "How is your physical condition now?"

Before Si Mian could answer, Zheng Junyong hurriedly answered, "It's best to rest for a while. The wounds on Junior Si Mian's body have been cracked several times, and several wounds show signs of inflammation and festering. Now this The weather is very hot, and there are many zombies outside, once the wound is ruptured again, there will be repeated infection, amputation at least, and death at worst."

Although Zheng Junyong's words are selfish, they are definitely not alarmist.

Mu Cang glanced at his knee, the wound was covered with a bloody crust.

Si Mian slid on his chair and came to stand in front of her. His tall back blocked Zheng Junyong's sight, "Sister, please bear with it, it will hurt."

Mu Cang nodded, seeing Si Mian put her leg on his own, and then concentrated on treating the wound.

Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly fell silent, Zheng Junyong became uneasy and murmured, "Wait until your injuries are healed before leaving. If you encounter danger, your chances of winning will be greater, right? The injuries on Junior Simian and Miss Mu Cang's bodies , I really can’t be infected anymore. This zombie virus is everywhere, and just a little bit carried on a small steel needle will turn people into zombies. The situation outside is complicated, and there are only a few items for food, drink, and housing. If you are infected with the zombie virus, you will be infected again. If you get a wound, it’s very dangerous.”

Mu Cang felt that Dr. Zheng talked a lot.

She asked Simian: "Do you want to rest for a while before setting off? It just so happens that we can save the food in the locker. It will be fine for three to five days."

Si Mian's fingers brushed her delicate skin faintly, and in just a day, her originally fair and flawless legs were covered with bruises.

The bloody wound on his knee made him even more gloomy.

"Stay a few more days and take a rest." Simian said calmly.

(End of this chapter)