The Human Cub’s Guide to Wasteland Survival

Chapter 29

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Feng Chen wanted to hold Yan Bubu's hand, but Yan Bubu did not give him her hand. Instead, she suddenly lifted the hem of his T-shirt.

Feng Chen wasn't paying attention and the lower half of his clothes was lifted up, revealing his back covered with bruises.

"What?" Feng Chen quickly slapped Yan Bubu's hand away and let go of his shirt. When he turned around, he saw Yan Bubu staring at him blankly, with an expression of surprise and sadness on his face.

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, then he slowed down his tone and said, "Let's go, they are all queuing up, let's go too."

On the right side of the square, we found the area designated for Zone A Nest C. There were already two long lines. Wu You and two assistants were busy measuring body temperatures.

Yan Bubu lined up next to Feng Chen, looked around, and saw the bespectacled medical officer in a white coat busy at Nest B.

"Brother, I'll be away for a while and will be back soon." Before Feng Chen could answer, Yan Bubu let go of his hand, squeezed through the crowd, and ran towards the B nest area.

The bespectacled medical officer took the data sheet handed over by the person next to him, read it, gave a few instructions, and went to the other side to check the temperature measurement. After going back and forth several times, he noticed that there was always a little boy following him, but he didn't care.

In a moment of carelessness, a few chapters of the data sheet in his hand fell off, and he quickly bent down to pick them up. The little boy also squatted beside him and helped him pick them up.

"Kid, where are your parents? There are too many people here, don't run around." The medical officer looked at the handsome little boy and pushed his glasses on his nose.

After Yan Bubu handed him the data sheet, he didn't say anything. He just looked at him silently with a bit of uneasiness in his eyes.

The medical officer looked at his expression and lowered his voice: "What do you want from me?"

Yan Bubu finally spoke, his voice was a little low, but the medical officer still heard it clearly: "... My name is Fan Renjing, my brother was hit by someone just now, and there is a black mass on his back. We have medicine, but it is in the room, and we can't go back to get it now..."

The medicine he was talking about were the two bottles of vitamin C and stomachic and digestive tablets that had been kept in the room.

The medical officer understood what was going on and immediately stopped a soldier passing by and said, "Wait, do you have any trauma medicine? Something to promote blood circulation and dissipate blood stasis. Give it to this child. I'll give you another bottle when you go to the medical station later."

Yan Bubu took the small glass medicine bottle handed to him by the soldier and gratefully thanked him and the medical officer respectively.

"Go, go find your brother." The medical officer touched his head.

Yan Bubu quickly ran back to Area C of Nest A and saw Feng Chen looking around. He quickly squeezed through the crowd and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "I'm here."

Feng Chen was about to go look for someone, but when he saw Yan Bubu rushing over, he shouted, "Why are you running around? Don't you see there are people everywhere? What if someone mutates again and the situation gets chaotic like before? What will you do?"

Yan Bubu was not annoyed. He just took out his hands from behind, raised the small medicine bottle and handed it to him: "Look, I found the medicine for you."

Feng Chen didn't even look at the medicine bottle. He turned around with a stern face. Yan Bubu put the bottle into the chest pocket of his overalls and tried to hold Feng Chen's hand, but he shook her off.

Yan Bubu reached out to hold his hand again, and even stretched out his index finger to scratch his palm. This time Feng Chen did not shake him off, but just held his hand.

Yan Bubu followed the team forward and heard someone crying on the left. He turned around and saw the fat boy standing in the queue on the left, being held by his father and crying loudly.