“Crack.”

The world is quiet.

Yan Yihuan's mouth was still wide open, but he was surprised to find that his ankle didn't seem to hurt as much as before.

After Yan Zhiyu gently put his feet down, she went to the grass nearby and started digging, saying, "Third brother, I have already done a simple repositioning of your bones. I will use some herbs to treat you, so it won't hurt so much."

It took Yan Yihuan a long time to come back to his senses.

It turns out that Yan Zhiyu was just restoring him...

Misunderstood her.

It was said that Yan Zhiyu's movements were neat and smooth, and she looked very skilled, as if she had done it countless times. It reminded him that she had also repositioned her thighs in the same way on the day she jumped off the building...

"놖's feet..."

Yan Zhiyu said: "Because it was handled in time, it is very serious and will affect your competition. Let it go."

Only then did Yan Yihuan heave a sigh of relief.

Logically, he should have believed Yan Zhiyu's words. But he didn't know why, after what Yan Zhiyu had done just now, he actually felt that Yan Zhiyu exuded a reliable aura.

At the same time, I felt a little scared.

Fortunately... Fortunately... If Yan Zhiyu hadn't been there, he would have missed the competition... Thinking of Ge Shao's arrogant look at that time, he would definitely be vomiting to death!

At this time, Yan Zhiyu had already picked a handful of something that looked like grass.

Yan Yihuan muttered, "Is this the herbal medicine you mentioned? But there is no mortar here, how are you going to——"

The remaining words got stuck in my throat.

Yan Zhiyu simply grasped the herbs in her hands without exerting much force, and green juice immediately flowed out, dripping onto the handkerchief in her other hand like a small waterfall, and soaked it in a short while.

Yan Yihuan: “…”

He was worrying too much.

Yan Zhiyu threw away the herbal residue and gently applied the handkerchief to the swollen area. Yan Yihuan instantly felt a cool sensation and the pain in his ankle was reduced again.

Yan Yihuan looked at Yan Zhiyu with more and more surprise.

"You can only put a bone back together with your bare hands, and you know about herbs... When did you learn medicine?"

Yan Zhiyu shook her head: "Yes, I do, but I only have some common sense."

In the end times filled with zombies, getting hurt is commonplace. If you learn these, it will be hard to survive. She understood it at first, but she got more hurt and understood it naturally.

After saying that, she tore a piece of cloth from her coat and bandaged Yan Yihuan's wound.

Then, she squatted with her back to him.

"Third brother, come up, I will carry you back."

"You carry me on your back?" Yan Yihuan's expression was full of resistance. "How can a grown man like me let a girl carry me on his back?"

Yan Zhiyu: "You are very strong and can carry it."

Yan Yihuan is still willing.

"It has nothing to do with that. It's a matter of principle."

"Then how are you going to get back?" Yan Zhiyu said helplessly, "We don't have cell phones right now, and there's no one around."

After thinking for a while, Yan Yihuan struggled to get up from the ground, dangling his injured foot, and hopped forward a few steps. Although his speed was a little slow, he could still move.

Just as he was applauding his own wit—

[When Third Brother jumps around like this, he looks like a giant grasshopper! Hehehehe... Hehehehe...]

"......"

Yan Yihuan's movements froze.

He looked around to make sure there was no one around. He closed his eyes, turned around and jumped onto Yan Zhiyu's back.

"......Thanks a lot."

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhiyu's back looked slim, but it gave him a sense of security. She was very stable while carrying him, and he could almost feel the bumps.

Yan Yihuan's mind was filled with memories of Yan Zhiyu's training just now...

That makes sense.

If he can do thousands of push-ups in one breath, then carrying him is no big deal, right?

After reciting it for a while, Yan Yihuan still felt a little overwhelmed, and couldn't help asking, "Yan Zhiyu, tell me the truth, is this true?"

Yan Zhiyu said without hesitation: "Mom!"

But——

[Actually, it does make me look a little bit weak! But it's just a little bit. Besides, as long as you say it, I will know what you are thinking, hehehe... This is a white lie! ]

Yan Yihuan: “…”

He should ask!

Fortunately, it was still early and there were not many people around. Even if it was embarrassing, no one noticed.

After hearing this encouragement, Yan Yihuan felt at ease.

Not to mention, it’s quite comfortable to be carried by Yan Zhiyu.

Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, a piercing sound suddenly came from the front.

"Hey, is this Yan Yihuan?"