Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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"I can't get it out, the bullet is stuck in the bone."

Soon Susan became anxious again, and she looked to Li Ailun for help.

"Use...use a knife to dig..."

"Use...use a knife?"

"Yes... hurry up."

Li Ailun said, his voice growing weaker and weaker.

Susan swallowed hard upon hearing this, but dared not delay any longer. With trembling hands, she picked up the dagger, took a deep breath, and plunged the blade into the wound...

"Well......"

Li Ailun could clearly feel the blade twisting against his bone. He was in so much pain that his veins bulged, large beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his eyes were bloodshot. But he still gritted his teeth and endured pain that most people could not bear.

"Hang in there, Allen..."

Susan's fair forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat; she was extremely nervous.

She failed to pry the bullet off the first time, but then adjusted her approach and, with one final effort, managed to lift the bullet off the bone, then used her two slender fingers to remove it...

clatter......

The blood-stained bullet fell to the ground with a thud.

"Allen...how are you?"

Seeing Li Ailun's weak appearance, Susan felt heartbroken and tears streamed down her face.

"Your wound is still bleeding, what should we do?"

"Hmph...Hmph...Use gunpowder, sprinkle the gunpowder from the bullet onto the wound, and burn it..."

Li Ailun, panting heavily, taught her how to stop the bleeding from the wound.

Upon hearing this, Susan quickly took out her pistol, removed the magazine, and saw that there were still three bullets inside.

She quickly took out a bullet, spun the tip, and then evenly sprinkled the gunpowder from the cartridge case onto the wound.

"Allen, hang in there..."

Susan lit the lighter and looked at Li Ailun with concern.

Li Ailun nodded weakly, signaling her to begin.

Bah...

The gunpowder ignited instantly, accompanied by a dazzling flash of light and a thick plume of white smoke. The smell of burning gunpowder and the scorching of flesh lingered for a long time.

"Ugh..."

Li Ailun was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably. Finally, he couldn't help but groan.

Susan waved her hand to disperse the white smoke and the pungent smell, and saw that Li Ailun had already fainted from the pain.

Her heart clenched, and she hurriedly checked his heartbeat and pulse, calling out anxiously:

"Allen...how are you...Allen..."

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Baird and Pete, watching from behind, were horrified. They couldn't believe that anyone could endure such pain.

"I...I'm fine...Let me...rest for a bit..."

After a while, Li Ailun finally woke up. His eyes were half-open and half-closed as he spoke weakly.

Susan covered her chest with one hand, her tightly clenched heart finally relaxed, and then she burst into tears of joy, throwing herself onto him and hugging him tightly.

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A whole day and night passed until the sun set and rose again...

With their hands and feet bound, Byrd and Pete could only sit leaning against each other in the corner. They were starving, but dared not make a sound, instead trying to minimize their presence.

Because that woman was now like the overcast sky, the feeling was like the calm before the storm, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

At this moment, Li Ailun was lying on the only sofa in the lounge area. The wound on his shoulder had been properly bandaged, and Susan had taken out several pieces of clothing from her backpack and covered him with them.

However, since the bullet was removed, Li Ailun has been in a coma and shows no signs of waking up. If it weren't for his heartbeat and pulse, Susan would have suspected that he was dead.

To make matters worse, his body temperature continued to rise, which made Susan very worried.

She reached out and touched Li Ailun's forehead to check its temperature, then compared it to her own forehead.

It's so hot...

Susan frowned slightly, her eyes filled with tension and unease.

Time ticked by, and her heart sank deeper and deeper. What should she do...?

Suddenly, Susan recalled a time when she had a high fever during her childhood. It was a cold winter night with heavy snow falling outside. Her father went out alone to find a doctor but did not return for a long time. Because the doctor could not be found, her mother had no choice but to wipe her body with white wine. It was this folk remedy that saved her life.

Later, whenever my mother talked about this, she would feel very fortunate.

Given the current shortage of medical supplies, we can only try physical cooling methods.

Thinking of this, she found a clean iron basin in the restaurant, boiled a basin of warm water, and then mixed the warm water with alcohol in the correct proportion.

Susan pulled a cotton T-shirt out of her backpack to use as a towel, soaked it in warm water, and then wrung it out.

Start by wiping Li Ailun's neck and armpits from top to bottom, then move on to his chest.

Then, she gently pushed his body, wiping even his back.

Then he carefully wiped his palms.

Then, without any hesitation, she took off his shoes and socks and wiped the soles of his feet.

Susan gently wiped Li Ailun's body, trying to lower his body temperature.

Just like a virtuous wife taking meticulous care of her seriously ill husband.

After finishing all this, she was panting heavily, her fair forehead covered in fine sweat.

Finally, she applied a towel soaked in cold water to his forehead.

Soon after, Li Ailun's body temperature dropped significantly, which finally put Susan's mind at ease.

Then she sat quietly on the sofa, gazing at Li Ailun's bloodless, pale face, her heart filled with worry.

"Water...water..."

Suddenly, Li Ailun's voice came out faintly.

Susan, who had been keeping a close eye on Li Ailun's condition, immediately heard it. She excitedly bent down and listened carefully.

"Allen...what did you say?"

"water......"

Li Ailun's voice was very weak, almost inaudible.

"Water...okay, I'll be right there..."

Susan hurriedly found a bottle of purified water, opened the cap, and held it to his lips, but Li Ailun was unable to drink it on his own.

She lifted Li Ailun's head with her hand, thinking that this position would make it easier for him to drink water. She slightly raised the water bottle in her hand, but the water just flowed out of his mouth, and the amount of water that flowed out was more than the amount that went in.

In her haste, Susan tilted her head back and took a sip.

After the cool, pure water warmed in her mouth, she leaned down and kissed his chapped lips without hesitation, transferring the water to him mouth to mouth.

Like a dying fish, Li Ailun frantically draws water.

Feeling Li Ailun take the initiative to suckle, the tingling sensation of their lips touching made Susan's pretty face turn rosy instantly, but she still suppressed her shyness and slowly passed the water in her mouth to him.

After finishing the water in her mouth, she tilted her head back and took another sip, then lowered her head again.

After repeating this process for a full half bottle of purified water, Li Ailun finally fell into a deep sleep, satisfied.

After that, Susan used this method to help him stay hydrated every now and then.

As night fell, Li Ailun's high fever returned, and the situation worsened.

His whole body was burning hot, like red-hot charcoal.

Susan began to realize that something was wrong. This was not an ordinary fever, but rather a postoperative emergency response of the body, or a fever caused by infection during the manual removal of the bullet.

But now, where could she find antibiotics? She was at a loss.

"that......"

From the corner, having witnessed everything, Byrd, after a struggle with his conscience, finally mustered the courage to speak:

“I...I know where to find medicine that...is useful for him.”

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