The steamed buns on the table were a little cold in the middle, and the back of the omelette was slightly burnt. How long has it been since I felt this way, facing an empty dining table alone? The man who had been serving him a delicious breakfast was now in hospital. The doctor said she was out of danger for the time being, but it would take some time to recover.
The gunshot wound induced acute inflammation, and the blood loss made her body weak to the limit, and she continued to have high fever.
Two days have passed and she still shows no sign of waking up.
Jiang Chen's chest felt a twinge of pain when he thought of that haggard face.
He frowned after taking a bite of the steamed bun with fried egg.
Silently putting the fried eggs and half-cooked buns back on the plate, Jiang Chen walked back to the kitchen with the plate and poured the food, which was in the same bad mood as him, into the trash can. He opened the refrigerator and took out the frozen pizza, placed it on a plate and stuffed it into the microwave.
After returning to the dining table with the hot pizza, Jiang Chen turned on the TV with an expressionless expression, then picked up a piece of pizza with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.
Feeling that he had no appetite, he tried to focus his anxious attention on the TV.
The morning news is playing on the TV.
What was playing on the screen happened to be the chase and shootout that took place on the street the day before yesterday, and the fleeting silhouette of the steel armor suspended by the helicopter.
A US military expert who wished to remain anonymous commented that this type of individual armor has little practical significance on the battlefield. The protection achieved at the expense of concealment may be enough to withstand bullets from ordinary weapons, but its performance is very weak when faced with anti-materiel sniper rifles or recoilless rifles. Collaborative combat between infantry and tanks can completely make up for the shortcomings of infantry in defense. There is no need to spend high costs to develop this "useless" individual armor...
Some experts also questioned the authenticity of the video and questioned why the helicopter crew did not cut the cable and dropped the iron lump directly to the ground. (The footage of the powered armor flying was not captured in the video)
As for the effectiveness of modern anti-material rifles against power armor, Jiang Chen has not tried it, but he probably cannot penetrate it. After all, it's the sniper rifle in the apocalypse. I heard that powered armor can withstand several shots.
TV is indeed a good thing to pass the time. While watching TV, I mechanically stuff pizza into my mouth. Soon Jiang Chen finished breakfast.
After putting the plate into the dishwasher, Jiang Chen looked at the time and prepared to go back and catch up on his sleep.
At this moment, the phone's ringtone suddenly rang.
It was Xia Shiyu calling.
"I watched the news... Doesn't it matter if you are there?" Xia Shiyu asked worriedly.
She obviously doesn't know yet. The hero of the news is actually Jiang Chen.
"I'm fine." Jiang Chen smiled stiffly and said in a non-worrying tone.
"I always feel that your voice is a bit worrying. Do you have a cold?" Xia Shiyu frowned slightly.
"No. By the way... You should have arrived in Xiangjiang yesterday. I had something to do and couldn't call you to greet you. I'm sorry."
"No. It's okay. I don't really care." Xia Shiyu's cheeks were slightly red, and she had to cough to cover up her panic.
Jiang Chen's words reminded her of the kiss at the airport.
She didn't know what kind of courage she had to do that, so much so that she got off the plane in Melbourne, her heart still pounding like a deer.
"The audition for the internal beta players has been completed. They will come here around the beginning of July. You will be there to receive them then." Xia Shiyu changed the topic quickly.
"Well, leave it to me." Jiang Chen nodded and said without noticing Xia Shiyu's mental activities.
"Where's Ayesha? Is she okay?"
"... She is still sleeping." Jiang Chen told a lie that was not true.
Xia Shiyu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little sad and jealous. But there is nothing that can be done about it. She also knew that once she left, the two of them would definitely live a life without shame or impatience.
It's just that she hasn't been willing to think about this issue voluntarily.
"Okay. You... um, control yourself."
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, feeling the smell of jealousy across the ocean, and couldn't help but smile.
"What is moderation?"
"Temperance that, that."
"Which one is that?" Jiang Chen asked, pretending not to know.
"That's it..." Xia Shiyu's face flushed, her thin lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time to squeeze out a word from between her lips. "abnormal!"
Toot—
This girl actually hung up the phone.
Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile and put away his phone.
Unexpectedly, just for a short while, his mood actually improved a lot. Got back on my feet.
"Let's go see Ayesha later... Well, it's almost the end of the month, why don't we go to the warehouse first and get the food—" Jiang Chen was suddenly stunned.
apocalypse.
By the way, the end of the world! I actually forgot about that!
Jiang Chen slapped his forehead and walked quickly to the door.
... ...
Rice, soybeans, flour and other miscellaneous grains were piled into hills. There are also those fresh meats, bacon and various canned goods, plus the dairy products, salt and other sundries, the cost of this batch of goods alone exceeds half a million US dollars. Some of these foods are produced by the Xinglong Food Processing Factory, which has been relocated to the Pannu Islands, and some are produced by farms that have signed supply contracts with Australia.
As the amount of transshipment materials increased, Jiang Chen also hired a part-time manager in Australia to work with Kassan, who was squatting at the door and chewing sugar cane. He was responsible for ensuring that these materials must fill the warehouse on the penultimate day of every month. .
After spending ten minutes sweeping the warehouse full of food to the Doomsday side, Jiang Chen returned to the Doomsday villa, went straight to Lin Ling, and explained to her the purpose of his visit.
"Aisha? Is she the girl I saw last time?" Lin Ling asked thoughtfully as her index finger touched her lower lip.
"Yes. She was slightly injured and is still in a coma. Is there any universal potion or something?" Jiang Chen said.
"There is no universal potion." Lin Ling rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen and said angrily, "It's troublesome not to know exactly where the injury is, especially if it's on the brain..."
"It's not the brain." Jiang Chen shook his head, "It was a gunshot wound, but due to excessive blood loss, secondary wound collapse, bacterial infection... well, there is also lack of oxygen."
Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Lin Ling was so frightened that she couldn't help but gasp. How serious an injury is this
But it's okay.
These are all traumatic injuries, and if they don’t involve the brain, they shouldn’t be very difficult to treat.
"Smart medical cabins, I remember there were about seven or eight of them in the community center of the base. That thing is very effective in repairing routine damage to human tissue. Depending on the severity of the injury, you can basically be fine after soaking in it for a while. I said, how backward are your medical conditions?" Lin Ling couldn't help complaining.
"You'll find out if you check the history books."
As he said this, Jiang Chen's anxious heart relaxed.
He didn't know that there was such a good thing in the base. He was really careless. He said that he had always heard of people being injured in the base, but could not see the patients lying on the bed recovering from their injuries. It turned out that there was such an advanced treatment method.
"Please note that you need to pour a special culture solution before you lie down in the medical cabin. You should have that in the warehouse at the base. Anyway, don't forget it."
"Thank you." Jiang Chen said.
"You're welcome, bring me some mango pudding next time you come back—"
At this time, Lin Ling suddenly covered her mouth and coughed dryly.
Startled by her sudden movement, Jiang Chen quickly asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. There may have been a small problem these days... Maybe it will be fine in a while." Lin Ling said perfunctorily, avoiding Jiang Chen's sight.
"Exactly what the problem is, please tell me clearly." Jiang Chen grabbed Lin Ling's shoulders and looked into her strange-colored eyes, and said seriously.
Lin Ling blushed at the "hot" gaze. She twisted her body and moved away from her red face.
"It's getting hotter, idiot."
"hot?"
Jiang Chen asked in confusion, but received no response.
Lin Ling, who buried her head and blushed, pushed him out of the door without any explanation. (.)