Seeing the boy's angry eyes, Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneer.
"You're not done with me? Heh, kid, are you serious?"
The boy, meeting Lu Yuan's sharp gaze, was clearly lacking in strength, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "You have to deal with Han Wen! My uncle is in this state! You at least have to give us an explanation!"
"Heh! I'm the one who wants an explanation from Zhao Qian! What? Are you going to play the victim and accuse me first?"
"Han Wen isn't hurt at all! We're the vulnerable ones!"
"You? The vulnerable group? What a vulnerable group! If Zhao Qian hadn't provoked Han Wen, would he have ended up like this? Kid! It seems you still don't understand the truth of the matter!"
The boy was stunned. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old and was also clueless. The only person who knew the ins and outs of this matter was Zhao Qian. He had only seen the surface of the matter and knew nothing about what had happened in between. However, he could roughly guess what had happened. For example, last night, Zhao Qian went around borrowing food from people. His purpose was self-evident.
"Then...what happened?" The boy was clearly still having trouble accepting the fact that his uncle was a jerk.
"Hmph! You'll have to ask your good uncle about that! He'll wake me up when he's awake!"
Then, after thinking for a moment, Lu Yuan took out a box of medicine from his pocket and handed it to the other person.
"Hemostatic drugs and anti-inflammatory drugs! Don't let him die!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan left without looking back.
The boy blankly accepted the medicine, then stared at Lu Yuan's retreating figure, his mind in turmoil.
Dinner was cabbage stewed with salted pork. Everyone ate cautiously, occasionally glancing at Zhao Qian's tent.
Lu Yuan ate his meal quietly, while Han Wen clearly had no appetite. After taking a few bites, he glanced at Lu Yuan again.
In the end, Han Wen couldn't hold back.
"Lu Yuan, I...I need to talk to you about something!"
Lu Yuan looked up at Han Wen, then took his bowl and chopsticks to a secluded spot.
"What's wrong, Sister Hanwen?"
"Should I apologize for this?"
"Hehe! Sister Hanwen, what are you saying! How could I possibly ask you to apologize! What kind of person do you take me for! Eat your food! Go do what you're supposed to do!"
"But... what if that person dies..."
Lu Yuan laughed: "Don't worry, Sister Han Wen, he won't die! It's just a minor surgery, removing some unnecessary parts!"
Han Wen's face flushed slightly, and he glared angrily at Lu Yuan: "You dare to flirt with me? Believe me or not, I'll tell Xiao Shan about this?"
"Ahem! Sister Hanwen, you're really turning your back on me now! Alright, let's go eat! It'll get cold soon!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan took his rice bowl and went straight back to his tent.
Around 10 p.m., the camp was filled with the sound of snoring.
Suddenly, a soft footstep sound came from outside the tent.
Lu Yuan glanced at Xiao Shan, who was reading a book, and said, "I have to take care of something! You can continue reading!"
"Okay! Go ahead!"
Then, Lu Yuan lifted the tent flap and went outside. Sure enough, the big boy was standing outside, with an awkward and nervous expression on his face.
"woke up?"
The boy nodded, not daring to look Lu Yuan in the eye.
"Then let's go!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan closed the curtain and went to Zhao Qian's tent.
A weak voice came from inside.
"Take it all away! Take it all away from me! I'm not eating it! I want Han Wen to kneel down in front of me and kowtow to apologize!"
Zhao Qian's voice was somewhat sharp and hoarse.
The men inside looked at each other, holding their rice bowls, unsure how to offer any advice. After all, he had lost all his dignity as a man. Now everyone in the camp knew he had become a eunuch, and he would probably never be able to hold his head up high again.
Lu Yuan lifted the curtain and stood outside, looking at Zhao Qian, whose face was deathly pale.
"It's you! Why the hell didn't you let Han Wen apologize to me?"
Zhao Qian vented his anger directly on Lu Yuan.
"Watch your mouth! Believe me or not, I'll make you wish you were dead!" A cold glint flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes.
"Heh! Come on! If you've got the guts, then come on! I don't believe you can kill me! You wouldn't dare!"
Lu Yuan walked straight in and stepped on the other person's chest.
The others were immediately shocked. They stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do. They couldn't afford to offend Lu Yuan, but seeing their friend so badly injured and trampled underfoot by Lu Yuan, they felt a little sorry for him.
"Damn it! Threatening me? Who the hell do you think you are!" Lu Yuan stared intently at the other person.
He had seen many people more arrogant than Zhao Qian. There were people like him everywhere in the apocalypse. There were many people more powerful and arrogant than him. He alone was no match for Lu Yuan.
"Ugh~ You bastards! You! You'll all be kicked out sooner or later!"
"Hmph! Still being stubborn! Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan grabbed the other person by the collar and pulled him outside. Although the bleeding had been stopped, the wound reopened when Lu Yuan pulled him like that. But Lu Yuan wasn't worried at all because the hemostatic medicine he gave the other person yesterday had a little bit of golden fruit added to it.
Zhao Qian's face contorted in pain as Lu Yuan dragged him out of the tent. With tears in his eyes, the boy knelt down in front of Lu Yuan and begged for mercy.
"Boss Lu, please let my uncle go! We won't pursue this matter further!"
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