Chapter 89: A Dismal Harvest
Han Shuo carried a steaming bowl of instant noodles to the bedside.
He gently blew the fragrance onto the fat man's face.
The fat man sniffed and mumbled in his sleep.
"Mom! I think I can smell meat."
The instant noodles were a certain brand of braised beef noodles.
The fat man was talking in his sleep while taking a deep sniff of the instant noodles.
Han Shuo was amused by the fat man and kept trying not to laugh.
Suddenly, the fat man opened his eyes wide and saw Han Shuo in front of him, and then he saw the bowl of instant noodles.
"Holy crap, this smells amazing! I thought I was dreaming! Give it to me!"
The fat man suddenly sobered up, and even drool came out of the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, I'm just kidding. You've slept long enough. Hurry up and eat something."
Han Shuo casually placed the instant noodles on the bedside table next to him and moved the table in front of the fat man.
Although the fat man was weak, he was not disabled and could still move his hands.
He wasn't afraid of getting burned and started wolfing down the food.
Han Shuo smiled with narrowed eyes and walked out of the room.
"Eat up." Li Shurou put down her chopsticks and ladled another bowl for Han Shuo from the pot.
"Um."
Han Shuo was really hungry, and before long, the three of them finished all the instant noodles in the pot, leaving not even a drop of soup.
During this time, the fat man shouted from inside the house and served two more bowls.
As for Xiao Zhao, he is still in a coma and is currently unable to eat anything, relying solely on intravenous nutrition to replenish his bodily functions.
...
After finishing their meal, the two went inside to check on Xiao Zhao, and then went together to Fatty's room.
At this moment, the fat man was staring blankly at the ceiling when he saw Han Shuo come in and hurriedly asked.
"How is Xiao Zhao?"
"He's stabilized, but the injury was quite serious, and he'll need to rest for a long time."
"oh."
"how are you feeling?"
Li Shurou stepped forward and gave the fat man an injection. This dose of medicine could alleviate some of the side effects of the stimulant.
"It doesn't hurt or itch, but I just feel listless and weak."
"Sigh, you two patients must be quite a handful for Shurou to take care of."
Han Shuo sat down on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.
A cigarette after a meal is better than being a god.
"Give me one." The fat man's craving for a cigarette was also acting up.
"You're not allowed to smoke. The patient should just rest and recover." Li Shurou glared at the fat man.
The fat man pouted, turned his head to the other side, and stopped talking.
"By the way, I'm planning to go out tomorrow morning to see if I can find some supplies."
Suddenly, Han Shuo's unexpected remark made the two of them turn their heads.
"Are you in such a hurry? Wait for me for two days. I'll go with you when I'm better. Just let Shurou look after Xiao Zhao," the fat man said worriedly.
“Yes, when I was cooking, I checked our food. If we’re careful with it, we still have enough for three or four days.” Li Shurou was also a little surprised.
Han Shuo shook his head and said with a wry smile.
"No, we need to prepare in advance. We can't wait until the last day when we run out of food before we set off to search."
"That……"
Just as the fat man was about to speak, Han Shuo interrupted him, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer.
"By the way, Shurou, do you have enough medicine? I've been using it quite frequently lately. If you're short, let me know and I'll try to find some more."
That day at the hospital, although he took a lot of medicine, the variety was too much. Han Shuo was worried that there would be no medicine available at a critical moment, which would affect Xiao Zhao's treatment.
"That should be enough, but if you come across a pharmacy on the way, feel free to stock up. Don't go to the hospital, it's too dangerous."
"good."
And so, Fatty and Li Shurou tacitly approved of Han Shuo's decision.
Xiao Zhao needs three months to fully recover, but Han Shuo definitely won't stay that long, especially in such a dangerous area on the outskirts of the city.
He felt that once Xiao Zhao's injuries had healed sufficiently, they would continue their journey. As for his fractured left leg, he could rest and recover slowly along the way. Even if he couldn't walk flexibly, as long as he could get up and use a gun, Xiao Zhao would still have some ability to protect himself.
In the past, time was money; now, time is life.
That evening, Han Shuo checked the ammunition reserves again.
The three grenades Qingyu gave us have been used to their fullest potential each time and are now completely exhausted.
The three rifles, with a total of about seventy or eighty rounds of ammunition left, hadn't been used much before, but last night, the fat guy blew up more than half of them.
This can be considered a reasonable use of resources. If it weren't for the suppressive fire from rifles last night, the two of them probably wouldn't have been able to break through the zombie encirclement.
The only thing left was the submachine gun that was unexpectedly obtained later. Han Shuo didn't know where the intruders got it from. Although there was only one submachine gun, it had more than 300 rounds of ammunition, and there were still about 200 rounds left.
Xiao Zhao kept his sniper rifle himself, and Han Shuo didn't bother to count the bullets, since only Xiao Zhao knew how to use a sniper rifle.
...
The next morning, after finishing his breakfast, Han Shuo greeted the fat Li Shurou and went downstairs alone.
Xiao Zhao is still unconscious and has not woken up.
He only brought a rifle and a Tang sword, leaving the submachine gun here for Li Shurou to use in case of emergency.
Are we driving or not?
Standing downstairs, after much deliberation, Han Shuo decided not to drive. This time, he wanted to enter the city.
He knew a little about K City; in the past, K City could be considered one of the most prosperous cities in the country.
Because of its bustling nature, the city must have a very high density of cars.
Han Shuo knew that the more prosperous a city was, the more chaotic it would become after the disaster, and abandoned vehicles could easily block the roads completely.
Even if you drive there yourself, you'll probably be stuck after just a few turns.
Although my legs were a bit slow, they were fortunately agile.
...
Big cities are big cities after all. The further Han Shuo went, the more zombies he encountered. And just as he expected, the roads inside were completely blocked by abandoned vehicles.
In half a day, Han Shuo had only walked about 10 kilometers inside.
Before the catastrophe, walking 20 kilometers in half a day would have been an easy task for him.
Actually, this is already quite fast, considering that sometimes you have to dodge zombies and sometimes you have to kill them...
He encountered several pharmacies, but he didn't rush in. He planned to pick up some medicine on his way back.
Along the way, Han Shuo would go into every convenience store he came across to search, but unfortunately, he found nothing.
Over such a long period of time, all the food inside would have been taken away, and what was left would have long since spoiled and become inedible.
Undeterred, I walked to another intersection and finally found some bagged cookies in a small shop nearby.
These bags of cookies had fallen to the back of the shelf; if Han Shuo hadn't been so observant, he would have missed them.
"This little bit is probably only enough for everyone to eat for one day."
Han Shuo sighed and prepared to return. He had already been out for most of the day, and if he returned now, it would be almost dark by the time he got back to the camp.
Although the harvest was minimal, at least we didn't leave empty-handed.
On the way back, Han Shuo went to a pharmacy he passed and filled the rest of his backpack with medicine.
It included a large number of vitamin D supplements. Li Shurou had said that Xiao Zhao needed these calcium supplements.
And so, another day passed.
Han Shuo returned safely to the camp, hoping for a better harvest the next day.
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