The end of the day [unlimited flow]

"Sit down." Fang Zhiyou said after throwing him beside the bed.

Zhu Liang really sat upright, but his head was still dangling.

"I'm asking you a question, you have to tell the truth." Fang Zhiyou squatted in front of him, pretending to be serious and said, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he asked again, "Do you know?"

Comrade Zhu Liang nodded in a daze.

"Very good." Fang Zhiyou was very pleased, "Then tell me what happened to your back injury."

"Injury?" I don't know if Zhu Liang is really insane or if he is drunk and doesn't forget to pretend.

Fang Zhiyou said again, "It's the gunshot wound on your back, who did it?"

"No, I don't know." Zhu Liang rubbed his head.

Although Fang Zhiyou knew in his heart that Zhu Liang was drunk, he still felt that he was just pretending.

"Forget it, take off your clothes." Fang Zhiyou said helplessly.

So Zhu Liang did as he said.

Fang Zhiyou stood up and looked down at him condescendingly. He never thought that this guy would behave like a rabbit after drinking a little wine.

"Hey, hey, don't take off your pants! Hey!" Seeing that he was about to unzip his pants, Fang Zhiyou shouted hastily.

But now Zhu Liang didn't listen to his calls, and was determined to take off his pants.

"..." Fang Zhiyou covered his face, forget it, let him, let him!

"Turn around." Fang Zhiyou said again.

However, Comrade Zhu Liang just stared at him blankly with his eyes open, without any intention of following suit.

In desperation, Fang Zhiyou had no choice but to step on the bed and sit behind Zhu Liang.

Sure enough, his back was a mess, covered with scars.

Fortunately, the positions of those gunshot wounds were not fatal, but there were as many as eight of them.

And there are many criss-crossing scars between the various wounds, probably left over from the operation.

For some reason, Fang Zhiyou suddenly remembered the photo in his mobile phone. At that time, Zhu Liang was also in that place. Even if it is about grave sweeping, he should go on the day of the memorial day...

Is there really such a coincidence that two people who have never met have a photo taken together two years ago?

Different bullets left different gunshot wounds, so Fang Zhiyou simply took off his clothes, exposing the hideous wound on his chest.

But he is not a professional either, he really can't see any difference just by comparing with the naked eye, and Zhu Liang is getting more and more confused.

"So many guns, does it hurt?" Fang Zhiyou couldn't help asking.

At this time, the door opened with a "squeak."

Lin asked the little classmate to poke his head out, "Brother Fang...?"

"..." Fang Zhi was taken aback for a moment.

"It hurts." Zhu Liang answered his question at this moment.

"...I'm sorry." Lin Rang apologized suddenly, then closed the door softly and slipped away.

"..."

It's over, it's over, I know some comrades are a little panicked.

It's okay for him to be misunderstood purely, but well, it would be a bit immoral to harm Zhu Liang.

What's more, I'm used to nonsense, so my reputation is naturally not high. If I really explain it, no one will believe it, and it will become more and more black.

It’s okay if it’s just someone else talking about it, but if it’s passed back to Zhu Liang’s ears…

"I told you not to take off your pants..." Fang Zhiyou felt like crying.

Or, pretending that he was harmed by him?

No, no, I know that you have retained your dignity as a pure one at any rate.

But, this guy is really difficult to deal with, he will definitely not fart when he is awake, and he will ask three questions when he is drunk.

Fang Zhiyou couldn't help sighing, fell back violently, and squirmed into the bed.

How to relieve worries, only dreaming.

It wasn't until he lay down for a while that he realized that Zhu Liang was still sitting there blankly, so he got up and pressed his shoulders and put him down on the bed before falling asleep peacefully.

This time, he didn't dream about the giant snake again, but in the midst of the flames of war, Zhu Liang was charging into battle with a gun on his shoulders, and the enemies in front of him fell one by one, but he couldn't guard against the gun hidden in the corner behind him.

In an instant, blood foam splashed and floated in the hot air...

He just fell down...

In the dream, I rushed towards him like crazy, and hugged him carefully, but I could only watch as his eyes gradually lost sight, and I roared hysterically, but when I lowered my head again, the person in my arms was still Zhu Liang, It's clearly Jiang Fan...

Birds chirping suddenly sounded in my ears, and the room was dim.

Jiang Fan, you must be in pain too...

Thinking of this, Fang Zhiyou couldn't help frowning, and clenched his teeth.

In such a dark place, one does not know what year it is when one wakes up.

But... it is not easy to sleep and sweat at such a temperature that requires wearing a down jacket...

"Huh." Fang Zhiyou tilted his head and turned to look at Zhu Liang.

Why is this guy's face still so red?Hearing this breath is also light and heavy.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Zhiyou pressed his forehead against it, the temperature was a bit scary.

"Hey, Zhu Liang." Fang Zhiyou simply sat up and patted his face while shouting.

However, Zhu Liang just frowned, opened his eyes a little, opened his mouth slightly, but fell asleep again before he could speak.

Fang Zhiyou covered his face, always felt that recently, he seemed to have overdrawn the little panic left in his life.

He cautiously got up from the bed, tucked up the corners of the quilt for Zhu Liang, and then put on his clothes and left the room.

Chu Xian's room should be...

"咚咚-"

After a while, someone inside responded.

"Who is it?" Wan Li was the first to ask.

"I..." Fang Zhi replied, "Zhu Liang is sick, and I'm here to ask for medicine."

After hearing this, there was a rustling sound from inside.

It was Chu Xian who came to open the door, and she had already carried the small medical kit in her hand.

The two hurriedly entered the room where Zhu Liang was lying.

His face was still flushed red, Chu Xian took his temperature first, it was almost 39 degrees, so after putting a wet towel on his forehead, he began to check if there was anything else wrong.

"Is it an alcohol allergy?" Fang Zhiyou asked.

"No, it should be a high fever." Chu Xian replied, "But...I only brought one piece of antipyretic medicine, last time Qianqian took it..."

Myrrh?Fang Zhiyou looked at Zhu Liang again, and asked, "Then what caused his fever?"

"Sudden temperature change? For example, just after eating hot pot, you take off your clothes after returning to your room?" Chu Xian replied.

It's okay if you don't ask, but now when you hear the answer, you know that you feel a sense of guilt that will overwhelm you.

"His temperature is relatively high, and it will be better if he sweats, but he still has to take medicine. I don't know if there are any traditional Chinese medicines on the nearby mountains." Chu Xian continued, "When everyone wakes up, let's pick them together."

"What traditional Chinese medicine do you want, Banlangen?" Fang Zhiyou asked.

"Houttuynia cordata is also fine." Chu Xian nodded, then put away the medical kit and went back to her room.

Fang Zhiyou thanked him softly before closing the door again, only then did he see Zhu Liang on the bed tightening the quilt tightly around him.

On this day, I guess I am the only one who would let a drunken idiot sit naked for so long...

While blaming himself, he took off his coat and covered it with the quilt.

Except for the curtains and wet towels, he used everything that could be covered, but even so, Zhu Liang still frowned and trembled from time to time.

Banlangen, it should look like the one on the long packing box.Thinking so, Fang Zhiyou put on his shoes, carried an oil lamp and walked outside.

The woods were still very lively, and the owls turned their heads to look at the passer-by carrying a lantern, while the bats fluttered their wings and passed him by.

His coat was still covering Zhu Liang's body, but at this time, the forest began to fog up, and the water vapor was thick and cold to the bone.

Knowing that while breathing in his hands, he used an oil lamp to shine around. He didn't know how long he searched and how many places he searched, before he dug out the small herb that had not been destroyed by other wild animals.

When he returned to the wooden house in disgrace, everyone had almost woken up, and only then did they learn about Zhu Liang's fever.

Chu Xian and Wan Li went into the kitchen to cook medicine together, while Fatty and Xiao Qianqian prepared breakfast together.

Fang Zhiyou just sat down at the dining table after washing, Lin Rang came over.

"Fang, brother Fang, I was wrong last night, I will definitely knock on the door first next time... But, it's a bit too much to get a fever... But, I'm really touched that you went to find the medicine alone for brother Zhu, Don't worry, I won't say anything, I will... sincerely bless you." As he spoke, Lin Rang clenched his fist and made a gesture of cheering.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyou really didn't have the energy to talk to him, so he smiled perfunctorily and replied, "Thank you."