It's also because of the delayed information; some people stay at home and don't pay attention to the news, so they have no idea about the changes happening in the outside world.
Shen Yanming carefully reviewed yesterday's news and came to a very bad conclusion: this outbreak of impetigo, like previous disasters, was spreading globally.
His last hope was shattered.
He had originally thought that the impetigo that people in Haishi contracted after being exposed to the sun following the rain was likely due to sun exposure. Since two-thirds of Qinghua Kingdom hadn't experienced the heavy rain, could those areas have been spared the disease?
The result was no! It struck him like a thunderbolt.
The world has truly changed; it has become unpredictable.
He wasn't sleepy and just sat there blankly on the sofa. He only snapped out of it when he felt a slight itch on his face.
I got up to go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to find five pustules on my face. Although there weren't many, each one was quite large.
Shen Yanming smiled wryly; it seemed he couldn't avoid contracting impetigo either. But that was fine; being in the majority meant he wouldn't attract much attention.
He picked up his phone and took a picture of himself. The focus was on the pustules on his face, so he deliberately blurred his facial features in the photo. That way, even if the photo got out, it wouldn't cause any trouble.
It's not that Comrade Shen is overthinking things; he's just tired of having had a few minor romantic encounters.
Ignoring the fact that it was the middle of the night, he sent the message directly to Guo Tingshuo. Before Guo could reply, Shen Yanming tossed his phone aside and flashed into his spatial dimension.
The boots have landed, bringing a sense of relief. Although I didn't avoid it, I no longer need to worry.
Back at the mobile villa, Shen Yanming lingered at the master bedroom door for a while. Seeing no movement, he was about to go back to sleep when he heard the little one crying.
"Wow~~~Wow~~~" The sound was quite loud.
In his haste, he opened the bedroom door. He was met with Qiao An's bewildered eyes, and then heard her scream, "Ah!"
"Wife, it's me!" Shen Yanming quickly called out.
Bi Qiaoan was breathing rapidly and nodded, but she didn't have the strength to respond.
She regained her senses after screaming and, realizing it was her husband opposite her, felt ashamed of her overreaction. She was also a little worried that the babies had been frightened.
She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and hurried to soothe her two crying babies. Seeing her struggling, Shen Yanming wanted to help, but could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.
So that's what she meant by "everything's fine." She was clearly very busy and looked a little disheveled; she just said she and the baby were doing well so she wouldn't worry.
But what could Shen Yanming do? He had an uncertain case of abscess disease, so he could only stand there and watch her work.
It was an hour later when Bi Qiaoan finally settled the two little ones. During that hour, Shen Yanming stood there blankly, neither moving nor saying a word.
Bi Qiaoan was about to go to the bathroom to wash the diapers for the two babies when she found Shen Yanming still blocking the doorway.
She walked over, but before she could speak, Shen Yanming said, "Wife, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Bi Qiaoan nodded, "I know, I was half asleep just now and wasn't on guard, that's why you startled me. Look at me now, I don't react at all when I see your face."
I also want to apologize to you here. Actually, having a few pustules on your face isn't scary at all. It was my overreaction that caused this…”
Shen Yanming hummed in agreement, not wanting to argue with his wife any further. The two went to the bathroom together, one washing diapers while the other stayed by his side.
Although they were a bit far apart, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
After washing the diapers and hanging them on the balcony, Bi Qiaoan and Shen Yanming sat down on the living room sofa. She asked, "Why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night?"
Shen Yanming didn't hide anything and told Bi Qiao'an about his insomnia and his trip outside his spatial dimension to watch the news. Bi Qiao'an nodded after listening, and was shocked by the global outbreak of impetigo.
There was no reaction in the evening, so I just thought the impact wasn't that widespread. But now it seems that's not the case at all!
She paused for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Honey, you have five pustules on your face. How about we do an experiment?"
Shen Yanming raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you intend to do?"
Bi Qiaoan curled her lip, "Of course, we'll pick two pustules and try them with spiritual spring water or energy rainwater. If one of them can heal the pustules, we'll squeeze some pus from the pustules on your face and put it on my skin to see if it's contagious."
Shen Yanming hadn't expected his wife to be so reckless. He glared at her and said, "Don't even think about it! What if the spiritual spring water only removes the surface symptoms of the abscess and has no effect on the internal lesions?"
Bi Qiaoan hadn't thought much of it, but since she'd been pointed out, she could only shrug helplessly, "Then don't try it on me. But you can at least try it on your face, right?"
Shen Yanming chuckled and shook his head. "I've already sent Guo Tingshuo photos of my immobile face. You could say I'll have to live with this pus-filled face until the research institute produces results."
Then, under his wife's shocked gaze, he said, "If I get disfigured, you can't dislike me."
Bi Qiaoan blinked repeatedly before finally managing to say, "Why are you so honest? How are we supposed to do the experiment now? We don't even know if the spiritual spring water will work. This thing on you is like a time bomb."
Shen Yanming really wanted to pet her, but he didn't dare.
I moved a mirror from the storage area to the coffee table, and then moved some cotton swabs, tissues, and the like.
Finally, under Bi Qiaoan's watchful eye, she popped a boil on her face, squeezed out the pus, and used a cotton swab to dab it on her arm.
Wipe away the remaining pus with a tissue, then burn it with a lighter.
Although mobile villas are still houses, everything within the space is under their control, so they are not afraid of fires or anything like that.
Bi Qiaoan was stunned. She wanted to stop him, but she knew her husband didn't want to give anyone leverage against him. She could only slump back onto the sofa, hoping that her husband's trump cards would come in handy.
Then the two looked at each other in silence and waited together for the abscesses on their arms to fester.
During this time, both of their stomachs started growling. Bi Qiaoan chuckled, thinking they were both quite silly.
Shen Yanming took two cakes directly from the storage area, intending to share them with each other.
Looking at the food floating in the air, Bi Qiaoan didn't hesitate and used her consciousness to take two sets of tableware and place them in front of each other.
Of course, one of them was for Shen Yanming's exclusive use.
The two of them would glance at each other every now and then, smile, and finish the cake on their plates.
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