Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Hearing the door open, she immediately snapped out of her daze and stood up in surprise.

When she saw Song Qing and Gu Ya walk in unharmed, a smile appeared on her face.

"Song Qing! You're back!"

Wang Jie quickly came forward, her gaze first sweeping over Song Qing to check if he was injured.

"Are you injured?"

Song Qing shook his head.

Wang Jie was relieved and turned her gaze to Gu Ya, who was following behind Song Qing.

Although Gu Ya tried her best to appear calm, her slightly red eyes were undeniable.

Wang Jie is a thoughtful and meticulous woman.

She guessed the outcome.

She didn't ask any more questions, but simply stretched out her arms and gently hugged Gu Ya.

"Xiaoya, don't be sad."

Wang Jie gently patted Gu Ya's back, her movements very tender.

"It's all alright now, Sister Wang, thank you." Gu Ya's voice was very soft.

She gently pushed away Wang Jie's embrace.

"Sister Wang, I need to help Song Qing treat her wounds."

"Wound?"

Wang Jie was taken aback and quickly walked up to Song Qing.

"What happened! Song Qing, are you injured?"

Song Qing sat down on the double bed on the first floor of the shelter and casually waved his hand.

"It's just a minor injury."

Gu Ya completely ignored his words. She had already taken out the first aid kit from her backpack and pulled out a scalpel from it.

She squatted down in front of Song Qing and used the blade to slice open the pant leg on Song Qing's right calf.

Stab it!

The thick fabric of the waterproof pants was easily cut open.

The next second, Wang Jie and Gu Ya both gasped.

On Song Qing's right calf, a gruesome bloody hole was clearly visible.

Although the wound has stopped bleeding, its depth speaks volumes about how dangerous the situation was.

That was no minor injury at all; it was a terrifying penetrating wound!

"Oh my god!" Wang Jie covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening. "Song Qing... what happened! This is too serious!"

Seeing Wang Jie's tearful appearance, Song Zhu reached out and gently wiped away her tears.

He felt somewhat helpless.

"It's alright now."

Gu Ya had already entered doctor's mode, but then he remembered that the iodine solution had frozen.

She stood up, preparing to take the bottle to the bathroom to defrost it with hot water.

Song Qing saw through her intention.

"return."

Gu Ya turned around and looked at him with some confusion.

Then several first-aid kits appeared out of thin air on the floor in front of her.

Song Qing didn't explain, but simply pointed to the boxes.

"Use what's in here."

Gu Ya nodded and opened one of the boxes.

Iodine solution, medical alcohol, sterile gauze, antibiotic ointment, suture needles and thread...

She took a deep breath.

She took a new bottle of iodine and some cotton swabs and squatted down again.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."

A sharp, stinging sensation instantly struck.

Song Qing's body tensed slightly for a moment.

It does hurt a bit.

But for him, whose physical condition was already as high as 22 points, this pain was completely within his tolerable range.

Gu Ya's movements were very professional. She carefully cleaned the blood and dirt around the wound, and every movement was very serious.

Wang Jie watched nervously from the side.

After working for a long time, Gu Ya finally disinfected and cleaned the wound thoroughly. She looked up, her expression serious.

"The wound is too deep and must be stitched up, otherwise it will be difficult to heal and the risk of infection is very high."

However, Song Qing shook her head.

"Need not."

"What?" Gu Ya thought she had misheard. "Do you know what you're saying? This is a penetrating wound, how could it be left untreated without stitches..."

"I am a superhuman with strong regenerative abilities."

Song Qing interrupted her.

What a joke! Your body is repairing itself at an extraordinary speed. Stitches are completely unnecessary and will only hinder recovery.

Gu Ya looked at him, speechless for a moment.

In the end, she gave in.

Gu Ya could only bandage the wound with layers of sterile gauze.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief after doing all that.

As she packed up the medical supplies, she couldn't help but ask softly.

"Song Qing...aren't you really in pain?"

She had treated countless wounds far less severe than his, and the patients' reactions were always much more intense.

Song Qing moved her right leg.

"It did hurt a bit when I first got injured, but it got much better afterward."

He was telling the truth.

Gu Ya's face was filled with disbelief after hearing his words.

Is this the kind of pain receptors and recovery ability that humans should have?

Is this what a superhuman is like?

Wang Jie, whose eyes were already red, said.

"Don't take risks like that again, it's too dangerous."

Song Qing looked at her concerned face and felt very gratified.

He raised his hand and, as if to comfort a kitten, gently rubbed Wang Jie's head, but said nothing.

Wang Jie was taken aback by his intimate gesture, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

She sniffed and said.

"You...you wait here, I'll go make you some chicken soup to nourish you up!"

After saying that, without waiting for Song Qing's response, he turned and quickly walked towards the shelter's kitchen.

Song Qing looked at her back and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

Song Qing smelled of smoke and fire, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He stood up, ready to take a shower.

He began to take off his clothes, revealing his muscular upper body.

Perfect muscle definition, with a well-defined eight-pack.

Because of his continuously improving physique, his body is even more perfect than the top fitness models before the apocalypse.

Gu Ya, who was tidying up her things, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye.

It was as if the person had been frozen in place.

This was the first time in her life that she had seen an adult male's body so closely; the impact of the pictures online and the reality were completely different.

Her cheeks turned bright red.

She lowered her head, pretending to continue organizing the medical kit, but her eyes couldn't help but sneak glances.

Song Qing was completely unaware of her unusual behavior.

Song Qing went straight to the restroom on the first floor of the shelter.

He was about to go inside.

Gu Ya suddenly stood up and said.

"Don't go!"

Song Qing stopped and turned back with some confusion.

"Your leg is injured; the wound must not get wet or be washed!"

Gu Ya said urgently.

Song Qing was too lazy to answer.

He did it directly in front of Gu Ya.

next second.

A roll of waterproof transparent tape, still unopened, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Gu Ya froze on the spot.

She was completely stunned. All the words of persuasion she had prepared were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Where did this come from?

Magic?

Song Qing ignored her petrified expression.

He tore open the tape packaging himself, then squatted down and wrapped the transparent tape tightly around the gauze on his right calf.

After doing all this, he moved his right leg to make sure it didn't affect his mobility.

Then, under Gu Ya's blank stare, he walked straight to the restroom.

Gu Ya "..."

The hot water washing over her body made Song Qing feel incredibly comfortable.

Song Qing washed very quickly.

As he came out of the bathroom, he passed by the shelter's kitchen.

He instinctively stopped in his tracks.

In the kitchen, Wang Jie was holding a ladle, simmering chicken soup on an induction cooker.

Gu Ya was beside her, helping out.

The two were busy working while talking in hushed tones.

Hearing footsteps, the two turned around at the same time.

Upon seeing Song Qing, Wang Jie immediately smiled gently. "It'll be ready soon. You can sit down and rest for a while."

Gu Ya said with some concern.

"How is it? Has any water gotten into the wound?"

Song Qing shook his head, indicating that no water had entered the room.

To be fair, Master Song's life is getting better now.

Someone cares, someone cooks.

He suddenly remembered that he already had 65 points.

These points are enough to upgrade some areas of the shelter.

Song Qing's gaze slowly fell on the only entrance and exit of the shelter.

Security iron door.

Although it looks sturdy enough, it is utterly vulnerable in the face of real violence.

Let alone that giant who can harden his skin, even a few ordinary people with decent strength could easily break it open with a crowbar.

No.

This area needs an upgrade.

Song Qing made a decision in an instant.

He walked to the security gate and silently called out to it in his heart.

"System, upgrade the security door."

[Sufficient host points detected. Upgrading the security door requires 50 points. Upgrade now?]

The system notification sounded.

"Yes."