While Qingshan was angry with him, he pulled his arm over his shoulder and lifted him up. The man was very tall, so Qingshan had to drag him to the bed.
Luo Wenyuan could only see a blurry shadow, but from the voice he heard, she was not from the medical team and she was not very old. He was sure he did not know her.
"Who are you?"
Qingshan didn't answer. Instead, he used his spiritual power to examine him. What he saw was shocking. The muscles around his eyes had been corroded by something, causing severe ulceration and unable to maintain the normal position of his eyeballs.
The human eyeball can move flexibly up and down, left and right, mainly relying on six muscles attached to the eyeball. If there is a problem with these six muscles, symptoms such as strabismus and bulging eyeballs will appear.
This person's eyeballs are almost half protruding from their sockets, like Ultraman. His eyelids can't close, his sclera is congested, and his cornea is cloudy and ulcerated. He could be playing a zombie apocalypse without makeup.
Qingshan made a "tsk" sound. No wonder he had such a bad temper. Even a grain of sand in his eyes would make him cry, let alone it being so rotten!
Let’s put the eye issue aside for now. He has lost a lot of body fluids and needs to replenish water first, otherwise his life will be in danger.
Qingshan walked around the room, took out a dark green military enamel cup, filled it with Lingtan water and came back.
Qingshan sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted the man's upper body, let him lean his back against him, and put the enamel cup to his lips.
Luo Wenyuan felt something against his lips. It looked like a cup, so he knew someone was trying to give him some water. He tilted his head, wanting to explain: "I don't want to drink anymore. If I drink, I'll vomit, which will make me even more uncomfortable." But before he could say anything, a cool little hand reached out from behind, pinched his chin, and pried his mouth open.
Luo Wenyuan uttered a "hmm," and before he could even say "I don't want to drink" he was being rushed down with a gurgling sound of water. He smacked his lips. The water was icy and sweet, quite delicious. Perhaps it had sugar in it.
The hand that pinched his chin just now had slender bones, it must be a woman's hand, but what kind of woman has such strong hands, like pliers, almost breaking his jaw!
Luo Wenyuan asked, "You are...ton ton ton ton..." Shit! Can you let me say a line?
Qingshan estimated his weight and calculated the amount of water loss. He told Luo Wenyuan to drink at least 1000 ml of water first. Therefore, he did not give Luo Wenyuan a chance to speak and poured him three cups of water in a row. Anyway, Qingshan's finger strength was extraordinary. Pinching his chin was as easy as pinching a kitten.
Luo Wenyuan rolled his eyes after being drunk, and finally found an opportunity to shout:
"I drink it myself!"
Colonel Luo probably has never spoken so awkwardly in his life. Damn, who is this guy? Is he trying to assassinate the head of the group army?
Seeing that Luo Wenyuan did not resist, Qingshan stopped forcing him and stuffed the cup of water into his hand.
"You're already severely dehydrated, you need to drink more!"
Qingshan put the military blanket behind him and changed her position to sit opposite him, looking at him with a playful look. Qingshan still remembered the slap Luo Wenyuan had given her. She had actually just wanted to play a prank on him. Seeing him rolling his eyes because of what she had drunk, she felt happy.
"Are you having diarrhea or vomiting? How long have you not eaten?"
Luo Wenyuan's vision is now only a few tenths of a degree, which is equivalent to a thousand degrees of myopia, in other words, he is blind with open eyes. He cannot see Qingshan's appearance clearly, he can only see a vague shadow sitting not far away from him, next to his legs.
"Vomiting, since yesterday."
Luo Wenyuan now feels warm in his stomach, and the feeling of nausea has eased a lot.
"Can you still see with your eyes?" Qingshan waved his hand in front of him.
Huh? Luo Wenyuan was startled, raised his hand and touched his face. His glasses were still on.
"Uh—I can't see clearly. It's blurry."
Qingshan nodded, it would be easy if he couldn't see clearly.
Luo Wenyuan, holding the enamel cup, looked towards Qingshan, though he couldn't see clearly. He was lost in thought: This person's skin is too white. There's no one else with that color in the entire team. Could it be the girl who beat Zhou Shuyi? Is her name Chen Qingshan?
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