The man was a little confused, he thought he might be in heaven.
"Are you a little hungry? We don't have the conditions for infusion of nutrient solution now, so let's eat something first - but you hurt your neck, it may be a little difficult to swallow."
Yun Tuan smiled slightly, scooped up some warm soup with a spoon, and poured it down gently!
"Cough cough cough!" The man coughed suddenly and pulled at the wound on his neck, his face suddenly turned pale.
But fortunately, the wound did not tear.
"Oh, don't get excited. It's more difficult to eat while lying down." Yun Tuan slowed down his tone, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.
She doesn't like the look in this person's eyes at all.
After spoonful after spoonful, until the porridge reached the bottom, Yun Tuan nodded with satisfaction.
This amount is not enough for an adult male, but if you are injured like this, you can't eat too much.
Yun Tuan threw the garbage into the trash can in the distance, and unexpectedly glanced at the abandoned vehicle in the corner.
Suddenly a dull breathing sound came from inside the car.
The cloud directly picked up the Gatling and took aim!
But the person in the car didn't make any move. She slowly approached and poked her head.
The co-pilot leaned against a white-haired old man who broke his head.
The beard and hair are gray, without any variegation, and the whiteness is very pure.
Yun Tuan raised his voice: "Old man?"
She called out a few times, preparing herself mentally for the other person to open his eyes and turn into a zombie, but the old man seemed to be out of breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and coughed several times!
"Cough cough cough!"
The old man coughed up a lot of black blood clots, and the wound on his forehead tore open and began to ooze blood again.
He rolled his eyes and fainted again.
This wound was caused by an impact. Yun Tuan did not see scratches or bites, so... when the old man started the vehicle, he stepped on the accelerator and hit the wall directly?
Is this an infection or not?
How to explain these ash...
She sniffed and felt the residual burning smell in the air.
Yun Tuan waved to the little broken car, "There is someone over here!"
Jing He rushed over, "Is it Professor Beichen? Where is my little prince Beichen?!"
Yun Tuan twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and pointed, "He fainted."
Jing He was about to pull him away when he suddenly stopped his hand and said, "Ah, what if he suddenly turns his head and gives me a bite?"
Yun Tuan thought for a few seconds, found a scarf from the storage compartment, and wrapped it around the old man's mouth. Finally, he checked several times to make sure that the mouth and nose were not suffocated.
"Okay, you can move it. Maybe this is Professor Beichen?"
Jing He took one look at the girl's thin arms and legs and gave up the idea of asking for help.
He directly picked up the old man, who was not too thin, and walked slowly towards the dilapidated car.
"Wow, this is different from the professor I imagined. Why is his beer belly so strong? Isn't it that researchers who study day and night tend to be thinner!"
Jinghe complained as he moved, a little confused.
He had only seen this kind of physique in the nouveau riche who didn't pay much attention to body management.
"Maybe he knows Professor Beichen." Yun Tuan tried to make the current situation more reasonable.
"It's really troublesome. I'm starting to miss those dungeons where you just have to stand still and attract people." Jing He murmured, and finally carried the old man, who looked nearly 200 pounds, to the car door.
Yun Tuan took out a medical transport vehicle.
Jinghe put the person on it, was silent for two seconds, and couldn't help but ask: "You have this thing, why don't you take it out over there?"
"...I just remembered it, and you didn't ask me." Yun Tuan pursed his lips, his eyes full of innocence.
The old man lying on his back suddenly coughed violently!