At midnight in the Jiangning City Base, Chu Zhimiao and Li Yang were still awake and sitting on the bed with a mini solar lamp illuminating the surroundings.
Holding onto a small knife, she sliced off a layer of rotten flesh from Li Yang's arm. Afterward, she put on the medicine and wrapped it with a clean bandage.
When she was done, she cleaned the knife and burned the gloves. The moment she raised her head, she saw her childhood friend's pale face.
She wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and asked with a hint of worry, "Li Yang, how are you feeling? Are you okay?"
Li Yang took a deep breath as he endured the cold, piercing pain raging inside his body, and shook his head. After a moment of silence, he replied hoarsely, "I'm fine."
