In a post-apocalyptic world, she was reborn and became the queen of the wilderness.

"Remember, if they don't move, we don't move."

Nan Ruanruan yawned, told Xiao Huohuo to say "one" three times, and then hugged her blanket and went back to sleep.

Under the middle-aged man's suppression, the group did not make any unusual moves. They huddled together, their clothes still damp, seeking warmth from each other.

Nothing happened in the latter half of the night, and Nan Ruan slept soundly until dawn.

The rain has stopped, but the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees overnight.

Sneezing, coughing, and painful groans could be heard continuously outside the car.

"Village chief, my daughter has a fever. Do you have any fever reducers?"

A hoarse, anxious female voice rang out.

"I don't have any here."

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl whose face was flushed red from the fever and shook his head helplessly.

He actually had some medicine left, but he wanted to keep it for himself and his family.

The woman held her child, tears streaming down her face, and looked pleadingly at the other villagers.

Those who made eye contact with her either turned their heads away or shoved the medicine in their hands into their mouths and swallowed it dry.

Regardless of the approach taken, the refusal is quite obvious.

"Mom, I feel unwell."

The little girl, not even five years old, nestled in the woman's arms, whimpering in discomfort.

The woman tightened her grip on the little girl, looking at her daughter's face, which rarely had any color due to the fever, with a look of despair and numbness in her eyes.

How to do?

What can she do to save her daughter?

The woman's dry, pale lips trembled, uttering muffled, painful groans that were barely audible.

Nan Ruanruan, who was in the car, had finished washing up and was heating water in a pot.

On the table next to it was a bag of hot pot base, two pounds of hand-pulled noodles that had been cooked and rinsed in cold water, a vegetable platter, two large plates of meat, and five sizzling fried eggs.

The weather was cold, so she decided to cook some extra spicy hot pot noodles.

The three little fireflies lay quietly near the heater, sleeping and resting.

To ensure that one can fight with the highest morale in the event of an attack by alien species or humans.

The water quickly started to bubble and gurgle.

Nan Ruanruan first put the hot pot base in, then added the meat, vegetables, and eggs one by one, and finally added the cooked noodles.

A big pot of fragrant, extra-spicy hot pot noodles is ready.

"Achoo achoo~"

The extra spicy hot pot broth had such an overpowering smell that the three of them couldn't stand it and kept sneezing.

The carriage faced directly towards the people outside, and no one approached the truck.

Since no one could see what was happening inside the car, Nan Ruanruan sent them into her spatial dimension.

The truck's doors and windows were tightly closed, but a little bit of the spicy and savory aroma still wafted out.

"It smells so good! It smells like hot pot!" someone immediately exclaimed, sniffing the air.

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed throughout the library.

There are two groups of people here.

If they didn't cook it, then it must be—

In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn to the truck.

The words the middle-aged man had warned Chang Xufu last night were still echoing in their minds, and everyone was itching to do something, but they all remained seated and did not move.

Only the woman holding the child had a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she looked at the truck.

She stumbled to the car window, carrying the child, and shakily raised her hand to gently tap on the window.

'Knock knock—'

Nan Ruanruan, who was about to eat her noodles, frowned instinctively when she heard the sound and looked up at the car window.

What came into view was a face with sunken cheeks, covered in tears, and radiating an aura of despair.

Nan Ruanruan remained completely unmoved.

She'd seen that kind of face many times before.

Please help me!

The woman prayed silently through the window, while simultaneously lifting her daughter higher in her arms.

Nan Ruanruan didn't want to pay attention to her, but when she saw the little girl who was already delirious from the fever, she got up and went over to her.

She started the car, rolled down the window, and the aroma of food instantly wafted out.

The people outside the truck stood up in unison, looking at the truck with longing expressions. Some of them even picked up the weapons they were carrying.

Only women didn't react to the smell.

She looked at Nan Ruanruan with a sorrowful expression and pleaded, "Sister, do you have any fever reducers? I can trade you some supplies!"

She still had about a pound of rice on her, and she was willing to give it all up in exchange for a fever reducer.

Supplies can be found again, but her daughter cannot.

Nan Ruanruan didn't reply. Instead, she grabbed the supply bag next to the driver's seat and rummaged through it to find enough fever reducers for the little girl to take three times.

In addition to the fever reducer, she also took a few anti-inflammatory pills.

"take it!"

Nan Ruanruan wrapped the medicine in clean toilet paper and then stuffed the package into the little girl's shirt pocket.

She acted quickly and didn't let anyone see exactly how many pills she gave.

"thanks, thanks!"

The woman had tears in her eyes, but a smile appeared on her face.

There's hope! Her child can be saved!

The woman held the child in one arm and took out the bag of rice that was hidden in her underwear with the other.

She shoved the rice bag into Nan Ruanruan's hands, then knelt down before Nan Ruanruan while holding the child.

"Need not."

Nan Ruanruan tossed the rice bag back to the woman, rolled up the car window, turned off the engine, turned back to the table, and continued slurping noodles.

The woman looked at the rice bag she had lost and found again, and her knees bent again as she stood up.

The man behind her looked at the bag of rice in the woman's hand, and his already restless heart burned even hotter.

But no one wanted to be the first to try something new, so they watched each other, waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Just then, a deafening roar, almost piercing eardrums, rang out from afar above the library.