In the cave, Guan Qingji's face was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it.
The only people accompanying them were the doctor, the driver, and Mr. Zeng, his newly widowed daughter-in-law, his grandson, and a nanny to serve them.
Yu Xifeng's first shot hit the driver's shoulder, but the bullet grazed him sideways and the bullet hole did not remain in his body.
After the driver's shoulder was re-bandaged, he could be considered to have recovered well.
Guan Qingji was not so lucky.
Yu Xifeng's blind shot hit Guan Qingji's ankle.
The driver rolled down the other side of the hillside and escaped.
Guan Qingji lay in the stinking ditch for a day and a night before he dared to come out. When he came out, the wound had become seriously infected.
After the doctor removed the bullet from Guan Qingji, he was unable to perform adequate cleaning due to the environment and high temperature.
After the wound was repeatedly infected several times, doctors performed an amputation on Guan Qingji to prevent the infection from spreading throughout the body.
The doctor had no anesthetic, so Guan Qingji bit the cloth and endured it.
There was a gap in his left leg from the middle of his calf down.
Even when he was evacuating Ji Hai City urgently, Guan Qingji had never suffered such a big setback.
No matter how much the little girl held the knife in her hand, Guan Qingji did not expect that she would have such skills.
Every time Guan Qingji saw his broken leg, he felt overwhelmed with shame.
He is a disabled person.
In comparison, the inconvenience in life, the need to readjust the sense of balance, and the increasingly severe disaster situation are not as great as the shame brought by the sense of incompleteness.
Guan Qingji is a very arrogant person.
Now he can only crawl in the cave, relying on crutches for support with every step.
The dim cave eroded his mind every minute and every second.
Mr. Zeng lost his beloved son and seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
Guan Qingji initially tried to comfort and coax her patiently.
The RV is no longer useful now. What is the point of Mr. Zeng still living at such an old age?
Just adding one more person consumes precious water resources.
He took away the gun the driver was carrying.
His legs and feet are inconvenient to move, so it is safer for him to keep the gun on himself.
There were many times when Mr. Zeng looked at him quietly. Guan Qingji noticed it but did not take it to heart.
He was growing impatient.
The smallest thing can make him fly into a rage.
Guan Qingji had the driver capture the people who occasionally came up and wanted to hide in the cave to avoid the high temperature, and he personally cut the tendons of their hands and feet, little by little.
Then let it out.
Guan Qingji stood on the mountainside, admiring them crawling on their knees.
This feeling of pleasure can dispel the pain in his heart.
After half a month, Guan Qingji could barely sit up and walk with the support of a cane.
The amputated leg is shorter, and although Guan Qingji tries his best to conceal it, there is still a strong sense of stuttering when he walks.
When he walked out, the Zeng family, the doctor, and the driver all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
Maybe it was an unintentional word, but because it carried words like walk, run, jump, or maybe it was just a look.
This was enough to make Guan Qingji, who was so amiable the moment before, suddenly furious.
His rage was silent.
The nanny accompanying the Zeng family died at the hands of Guan Qingji.
The nanny is a woman in her fifties who has worked in the Zeng family for more than twenty years.
Zeng Lao almost raised her grandson single-handedly.
It was also because of the great-grandson's request that the nanny was taken along among the many servants when the RV left Ji Hai.
After the nanny died, Zeng sent his grandson to another cave.
Try to prevent your grandson from having any further contact with Guan Qingji.
Guan Qingji wanted to make a comeback in the northern base, and so did the Zeng family.
However, the Zeng family was too deeply tied to Guan Qingji and could no longer get off this sinking pirate ship.
Guan Qingji's temper became more and more extreme, and Mr. Zeng just hoped that the scorching sun would pass soon.
When he was no longer trapped in the cave and walked out, Guan Qingji felt more at ease and his temper became better.
Even if Guan Qingji has a bad temper, as long as he is sent safely to the northern base, he can gain a favor from the Guan family.
After his son died, Mr. Zeng no longer had any ambitions to move up in the social ladder.
I just want to protect my grandson and help him survive the natural disaster safely.
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The land outside showed a cracked texture.
It looks very hard, but when you touch it with your hand, it is hot and turns into fine sand.
Sooner or later this place will become a desert.
Yu Xifeng touched the entrance of the cave, but didn't dare to go out again, so she retreated.
Zhang Qiu asked: "Should we give this air cooler a rest? It hasn't been on for a few days. I hope it doesn't break down."
Yu Xifeng glanced at him and didn't tell Zhang Qiu that one had actually been broken.
Yu Xifeng bought five when he was stocking up on supplies. There were more than twenty in the supermarket, but the brands and styles were not uniform.
Since the first one broke down, Yuxifeng would replace the air cooler with a new one every day it was used.
Now it is the remaining four who are taking turns.
Work one day and rest three days, what else could you not be satisfied with?
"It's okay, keep driving, this brand is reliable." Yu Xifeng didn't even raise his head
Zhang Qiu had a worried look on his face, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
The fur of Canghui and Xiaoju has almost fallen out, leaving only long bald spots, which looks very ugly.
His hands would be covered in oil once he touched them. When Xiaoju came to rub against him before sleeping or after waking up, Yu Xifeng didn't even bother to touch him.
The relationship between Xiaoju and Canghui has eased a lot.
It ignited at one point before.
Maybe it’s too hot now and I’m too lazy to move, so we fight less frequently.
Compared to Xiaoju and Canghui, the most listless one is the hen.
The frequency of hens laying eggs has dropped to one a day.
Sometimes there isn't even one.
Zhang Qiu would check on the hens eight hundred times a day, feed them and change their water. He was so diligent.
Yu Xifeng wanted to move the hen back to the space, but he couldn't find a chance.
The hen had shed so much hair that its once iconic gorgeous colorful feathers were now in tatters. It lay with its neck drooping all day long on the mat that Zhang Qiu had carefully cut for it.
They only had two mats in total.
There was a bed in Yu Xifeng's tent, and the other bed was used by Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu cut off a side of his mat and used it to build a nest for the hens.
Xiaoju also took a fancy to the mat and rushed into the cage to fight with the hen.
Because Zhang Qiu took sides, Xiaoju lost the fight.
When Zhang Qiu was not sleeping, he would spread the mat with a missing corner outside and give some to Cang Hui and Xiao Ju.
Yu Xifeng sat on this mat and listened to Zhang Qiu's many ghost stories.
Yu Xifeng himself felt a little dizzy after hearing this.
Zhang Qiu can also sing in dialects from various places.
Zhang Qiu was still cutting the meat strips with a knife, without delaying his eating skills at all.
The dialect sounds tortuous and very interesting.
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