Chapter 40 Broken! Forgot the Kitten

During the following days after the storm, Qiao Lan stayed in the safe house, eating, drinking, exercising, sleeping, watching movies, and playing games.

From time to time, he would send Ye Qi some food broadcast photos to show his concern.

Breakfast basically consists of rice porridge, steamed buns, refreshing side dishes, a few eggs or a chicken drumstick.

Lunch will be a bit more substantial.

Sometimes it’s a bunch of dishes and a soup, sometimes it’s roast chicken or roast duck. If you want a change of taste, you can have some fried chicken and French fries.

In the evening, depending on my mood, I can have hotpot, barbecue, skewers... dinner and midnight snack together.

The protein content in the food is relatively high because Qiao Lan, Xiao Tang and Xiao Li work hard to exercise every day, and their abused muscles crave protein for repair.

Before, Xiao Tang had been exercising all the time, and Xiao Li only moved occasionally, but not very actively. However, after going out for a walk that day, the girl started to work hard.

He works hard to train his strength and agility every day, and also learns fighting techniques from Qiao Lan and Xiao Tang.

"The environment outside is so harsh. I can't be a burden to everyone if we get into a fight next time!"

He often asked Qiao Lan secretly behind others' backs, "Sister, how can I evolve faster? If I eat more and exercise more, can I stimulate positive mutations?"

"I don't know. There was no such information in the dream."

"Sister, look at my muscles today. Give them a squeeze. Are they much harder than yesterday?"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

In order to let her rest and avoid getting injured during training, Qiao Lan gave her the cat to take care of.

The two friends were so enthusiastic about exercising that Qiao Lan became the laziest in comparison. He felt inexplicably guilty when he stayed in bed watching TV shows and playing games.

It’s like being surrounded by top students who are working hard to pass the five-three exams, and it would be a crime if you don’t open a book.

But she actually works very hard. She runs at least five kilometers on the treadmill every day and also does strength training.

After three days, I felt that my round waist seemed to have shrunk. The food was so good, but I didn’t gain weight.

The two chefs who were brought back were arranged in a room newly separated by partitions, and lived with Qiao Lan and others for the past few days.

They had no worries about food and drink, but they were a little unwell, and both the father and the son looked dull.

I guess I was too shocked that day.

Qiao Lan hid the secret of the space from them. Every day he took out meals from the two small warehouses in the basement, saying that the meals had been there before the storm.

The reason had loopholes, but they didn't ask any further questions. They seemed to have no interest in anything and were completely hopeless.

Seeing several people working out every day and sweating profusely, the young chef finally asked a question one day.

"What's the point of you doing this?"

"Um?"

Qiao Lan looked at his hopeless expression and thought it wouldn't be strange if she woke up that morning and found that he had committed suicide.

If this continues, she will have to consider throwing the person out.

She originally brought it here to make high-end dishes, but not only did they not cook, they also ate the food she cooked?

"It's already like that outside. So many people have died, good people and bad people alike. There's no official support, no rescue, no food, no water, no tomorrow, no future..."

The young chef pulled his lips together with a bitter smile. "How long can the food and drink you've stored last? When there's nothing left to eat, you'll be starving like the people in the Tsui Wah Hotel. What's the point of talking about fitness? Sooner or later, you'll die, either from starvation or from being beaten to death. What difference does it make whether you exercise or not?"

"That seems to make sense." Qiao Lan jokingly suggested, "How about, to keep us going longer, you eat less from the next meal onwards?"

"good."

The young man agreed without hesitation.

As expected, he didn't eat a single bite when the meal started, and even asked his dad to eat less as well.

Seeing that his son was starting to refuse to eat, his father's expression finally brightened. He stared at his son silently for a while and asked, "Son, do you... do you want to..."

"Dad, I didn't think of anything."

After lights out at night, everyone went to bed—except Old Song. Qiao Lan tied him to a chair, gave him food and drink, occasionally let him move his legs, and tied him tightly at night. This was the treatment of a captive.

The sound of deep sleeping breaths could be heard from people in the room.

The young chef quietly got up from the bed and walked to the dining table.

He groped in the dark for the small knife he used to cut fruit after dinner and got it.

Slowly, slowly, cut down towards the artery in your neck.

"ah--"

A scream of pain.

"dad?!"

The young chef was startled and dropped his fruit knife.

The charging desk lamp lights up.

Qiao Lan walked over holding a desk lamp. In the warm yellow light, the old chef's hand was bleeding.

The young chef's neck was completely unharmed, without a single scratch on the skin.

The knife was ruthless and was going to cut the artery. He didn't want to live anymore, but his old father reached out to block the knife and saved his life.

Qiao Lan put the desk lamp on the dining table and bent down to pick up the bloody knife from the ground.

Passing it to the young chef, he said, "You failed just now. Try again. I'll hold your father back for you so he doesn't have to stop you."

"Don't!"

The old chef shouted, snatched the knife from Qiao Lan's hand and threw it far away.

During the grab, his other hand was also cut by the blade.

Both hands were covered in blood, and blood was dripping down.

"Dad, your hand!"

The young chef rushed forward, shook the old father's hands, and shouted to Qiao Lan, "Do you have any bandages? Please! And Yunnan Baiyao? I saw you use it on Mr. Tang's shoulder yesterday. Can I borrow some?"

Qiao Lan lazily said, "Oh?" "Does Yunnan Baiyao work? It's more effective for treating redness and swelling, but it won't stop bleeding."

"You've got it wrong! That medicine is great for stopping bleeding, but it's not very effective for redness and swelling!" the young chef said anxiously. "Ms. Qiao, I'll just... just lend you a little. I won't ask for too much. I'll pay you back later..."

Qiao Lan laughed: "What can I use to pay it back? I'm afraid I won't be able to buy food or medicine even if I have money in the future. How can I borrow such precious medicine just like that?"

"I……"

The young man was speechless.

But I'm really anxious.

Looking at the deep wounds on my father's hands, especially the one he cut, it was a deep cut and blood was flowing. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"How about paying off the debt with labor? You can cook anyway, so cook for us in the future." Qiao Lan took advantage of the situation.

"good!"

The young chef agreed without hesitation.

Qiao Lan hehe.

The chef's service commitment (1/1).

She pretended to go to the small storeroom and took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and gauze bandage.

The young man quickly applied medicine and bandaged his father's hand.

The old chef didn't care about the pain in his hands and kept persuading his son not to commit suicide and to live on.

Because of this incident, the father and son changed their previous dull and lifeless appearance and became a little more like living people. One was worried that the son would commit suicide, and the other was worried about his father's injury.

Xiao Li, Xiao Tang, and the captive Lao Song also woke up one after another and followed the old chef to persuade the young man not to commit suicide.

Old Song said sincerely, "I've been tied to a chair all day. It's uncomfortable and humiliating, and I don't even want to die. Why would you want to die at such a young age?"

This is the truth.

Qiao Lan glanced at him and had no intention of untying him.

The young man looked ashamed and said several times, "I won't do this again."

When he saw the innocent and tragic death of security guard Brother Qin that day, his entire world view was overturned. He was confused and full of despair.

But the wound where his father blocked the knife with his hand, and the bright red blood suddenly woke him up.

No matter how bad the world becomes, no matter how inhumane people become, his father is still by his side. If he commits suicide, what will happen to his father?

"Really? You promise?" The old chef was still worried.

"I promise." The young chef looked up at his father and was about to say something else when he was stunned. "Dad, you look..."

Why is it so white?

Did you lose a lot of blood? Not really. You bandaged it promptly.

"belch!"

The old chef suddenly shook and burped very loudly, the sound was so loud that it scared everyone.

Then a foul stench came out of his mouth.

"dad?"

The young chef was frightened by the sudden look of his father's eyes widening.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Li and Xiao Tang looked at each other.

Qiao Lan's expression changed.

He stared at the old chef carefully for a moment, gritted his teeth, and confirmed one thing.

This is the symptom of being poisoned by Saint Yes's mutation potion!

After spending a few days with the old chef, he didn't show any abnormality.

It seems that it is the legendary chronic medicine with a prolonged attack period.

Qiao Lan had seen Saint Yes's fast-acting potions many times in the apocalypse, but he had never seen a chronic one. It was said that chronic medicines were more advanced, produced in small quantities, and would not be used on a large scale.

How come there is a storm just now, at the beginning of the apocalypse, and chronic medicine has already appeared?

The mystery is difficult to solve, but the current situation is urgent and must be dealt with quickly.

The old chef was emitting a foul smell, which was stimulated by negative mutation.

The consequences are unpredictable.

Moreover, the stench contains a small amount of pharmaceutical toxins, which can poison people around.

"Get out of the way, hold your breath, and step back two meters!"

Qiao Lan pretended to reach into her pocket and took out a tube of lipstick.

I seized it from the old lady that day.

Kicking away the young chef who refused to leave his father's side, Qiao Lan approached alone and smeared lipstick on the old chef's mouth and nose.

Taking out a wet wipe to cover his mouth and nose, Qiao Lan threw the rest to Xiao Li and Xiao Tang: "Cover them, step back, open the vent! Cover them too!"

Xiao Li and Xiao Tang didn't understand why, but just obeyed orders out of habit.

Xiao Tang dragged away the young chef who was worried about his father, pressed him to the ground and covered his mouth and nose. Xiao Li gave the captive Lao Song a wet wipe and quickly opened the blocked vent.

A strong wind was howling outside.

Soon, the stench in the room dissipated through the air vents.

A thick layer of dust blew into the room.

To be on the safe side, Qiao Lan let the wind blow for a while before asking Xiao Li to block the wind vent again.

"I can breathe normally now."

Qiao Lan threw away the wet wipes.

Within a few minutes, the old chef went from being stiff all over to trembling all over, curled up on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and burning hot like a charcoal.

Then soon, the heat from the whole body faded away, cold sweat drenched the body, and the hands and feet became ice-cold.

After repeated several times, the whole person fell into a deep coma.

He collapsed to the ground and didn't move.

His breathing was very weak, and I could barely feel his heartbeat against his chest. It was very irregular and looked like it would stop at any time.

"What happened to my dad?"

The young chef was held down by Xiao Tang and was extremely anxious.

"Your father has been poisoned."

"What kind of poison!"

"The bad guys released biological agents. Ask him for details. This police officer is investigating this."

Qiao Lan pointed at Lao Song.

She asked everyone not to get close and stayed by the old chef's side, observing him.

Saint Yes's potion is basically unsolvable. It stimulates matrix mutation, and once it penetrates into the genetic level, it is difficult to intervene.

But you can fight poison with poison.

Use more doses to stimulate deeper mutations.

to conflict with the mutations that have already occurred.

Maybe it can replace negative mutations.

For example, someone eats something very salty and becomes a salted fish...

What a crappy metaphor, but that's the point.

If the food is too salty, eat something else to reduce the saltiness.

But for these other things, I don’t know what they taste like before I eat them.

Maybe it’s salty too, and the consequence is that it becomes even saltier, then it’s game-over.

But maybe it’s sweet, which not only relieves the saltiness but also makes it sweet, turning it into a cute sweetheart.

But maybe it is smelly and bitter, which are also negative, just a different kind of negativity from salty.

The old chef was poisoned at some point and suddenly suffered a negative mutation. He would soon die, and his death would be a very tragic one, in every way.

In order to save him, Qiao Lan chose to fight poison with poison and used drugs to stimulate a new round of mutation in him.

The consequences are also unpredictable.

Now we can only wait.

If it's still a negative mutation...

In order to make him suffer less and die faster, Qiao Lan had no choice but to help him relieve his pain.

Oh, Qiao Lan thought, it’s not worth hiring this chef.

Before she could even enjoy her meal, she was already in trouble.

"Meow……"

A loud cat meow suddenly sounded.

Oops, Qiao Lanxin said, oh no, I forgot about the two kittens!

People covered their mouths and noses, but the cat... might have inhaled the toxins from the medicine!

She turned her head and looked.

In the dim light of the desk lamp, the cat's bed in the corner was not very clear.

In the dim shadows, a ball of white slowly stood up.

Meow--

It jumped out of its nest and walked towards us with silent steps.

The vertical blue pupils sparkled.