Chapter 191: Acting skills are competing against each other, and the wound worsens
"Hello, we are survivors from Boulder Town. Can we take a break here for a while?"
"Don't worry, we have no ill intentions. There are elderly people and children in our team."
The husband of the couple stepped forward, raised a gentle smile, and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of startling Nanxing in the RV.
"Hello, sister." The child who was traveling with them was holding a dirty teddy bear and greeted Nanxing timidly.
“…”
"If that's not possible, forget it. We understand. I'm very sorry to bother you."
Seeing that Nanxing didn't say anything, the young man took a decisive step back and was about to lead the team away.
“…”
The entire team didn't hesitate at all, and planned to leave with their children and luggage on their backs.
Each of them had a tired and weather-beaten look on their face, and some even had wounds and blood on their bodies.
However, after Nanxing disagreed, they had no intention of staying any longer. They smiled apologetically in the direction of the RV and walked away.
"Wait..." Nanxing's voice was very low, and the window was opened a little.
The couple naturally heard it, but they pretended not to hear it, and there was a hint of joy in their eyes.
"Well...you can stay, just stay away from me..." Nanxing's voice was very soft and sounded a little weak. He knocked on the metal shell of the RV with a spoon.
She was not pretending to be weak, she was really weak, and her wounds began to worsen.
Whether it was a burn or an injury to her foot, she hadn't been injured for a long time, and the extremely high temperature made the wound more likely to worsen.
The wound showed signs of festering, probably because I went to pick up those locusts with the injury yesterday.
If I had known that a new coolie would come, Nanxing would not have picked up those things.
She must recover from her injuries as soon as possible.
The following floods and heavy rains will be even more detrimental to recovery. Nanxing only has one medical bullet left, and she doesn't plan to use it for the time being.
Fortunately, the intermediate manufacturing station can produce medical supplies, such as alcohol, disinfectant bandages, and hemostatic drugs.
Sterilized bandages require cloth and alcohol, which can be made with wine.
However, she still had bandages, hemostatic alcohol, and other things in her space, so she didn't need to use the crafting table for the time being.
And she doesn't have that much fuel as energy.
"Is that okay? Don't worry, we won't get close to here."
The wandering survivors all smiled brightly and cheerfully, and promised Nanxing.
They quickly set up camp a few hundred meters away from Nanxing, cleared the burning firewood on the ground, and skillfully set up the tent.
Nanxing used a telescope through the glass of the cab to quietly observe the movements of the wandering survivors. They had space in their hands.
Although he was very careful, it was inevitable that some traces would be revealed for Nanxing, an expert in using space.
The space is really useful.
These wandering survivors are not really hardworking, they are just good at disguise. How could they not use the space if they have it?
Nanxing lowered her eyes and no longer paid attention to them.
They'd better be smart and collect more supplies and wait for her to harvest them.
Nanxing was lying on the sofa in a listless manner, eating breakfast in a disjointed manner.
Today I opened a can of milk, chocolate and a peach.
Nanxing didn't want peaches at all. She still had dozens of kilograms of nectarines and a lot of canned fruits in her space.
Nanxing gulped down the chocolate milk, leaned on the sofa with the straw in his mouth, tore off a piece of paper and wrote two lines of words crookedly.
Nanxing closed her eyes and turned on the air conditioner, waiting for the arrival of the survivors.
The good thing about extremely hot weather is that there is no shortage of sunshine, and the RV's air conditioner can run all the time.
The air conditioner in the car should have been repaired by a group of homeless survivors.
They regarded this RV as a sure thing so naturally they had to treat it well, but now it was all Nanxing's fault.
Not long after breakfast, there was a gentle knock on the door and a child's soft cry.
Nan Xing sat indifferently on the sofa and waited quietly for five minutes before slowly getting into the wheelchair and moving over.
The window was opened a little, and the child outside had a sunburned face. He was not even as tall as the car, but was trying hard to lift a can.
"Sister, brother asked me to give this to you. Thank you for letting us stay." The child's tender voice sounded, with a hint of panting in it.
He was already cursing Nanxing in his heart.
"Thank you." Nan Xing's weak voice sounded, "But no need. It's hard to find food now. You still have elderly people and children here, so you should give it to them."
"It's okay. This is a thank you gift to my sister for letting us stay. We all agreed."
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"Sister, please accept it. If you don't, everyone will scold me." The child pretended to be pitiful.
"Well... okay, wait for me." Nan Xing agreed reluctantly, and then turned the wheelchair around in place.
She didn't open the car door until the children outside were almost dizzy from the sun.
The one who greeted the child was not a woman in a wheelchair, but a ferocious wolf, with its teeth bared and exhaling fishy breath, and bloody meat strands hanging from its teeth.
The child suddenly froze in place, not daring to move.
"Don't be afraid, the little wolf eats rabbits. Take this back and give it to your...brother." Nanxing paused, and there were sparks on her white fingers.
There was a piece of paper between the two cans. The child put down the can, took the paper and ran away.
After all, he is still a child and his acting skills are not as skilled as his parents. Nanxing glanced at the Czech Wolfdog that looked like a wolf.
The Czech Wolfhound immediately got out of the car and picked up the can. As a sheepdog, it had some good sense.
Nanxing took the can, looked at it, and threw it into the cabinet.
With a 15-year shelf life, these survivors are quite capable.
Nanxing felt that they could stay a little longer, as it would be a shame to leave such a good tool unused.
The child, frightened by the Czech Wolfhound, stumbled back to the camp, almost crying.
Although Nanxing said that the little wolf ate rabbits, he always felt that the wolf ate humans.
He told the leader of the camp what he had seen in a crying voice. The handsome uncle with a beard laughed and touched the child's head.
"This is a pasture area. That's probably not a wolf, but a dog breed that's closer to a wolf."
"Didn't she say she gave a note?"
"Here." The child handed over the note while sobbing. His parents looked unhappy and glared at him fiercely.
It's such an embarrassment to them.
The rest of the family is laughing at them!
(End of this chapter)
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