To keep the awkward atmosphere from dragging on, Qin Siyang had no choice but to make a show of scolding Wang Defa.
Wang Defa nodded in agreement.
With an unspoken understanding, the two put the matter to rest.
After they chatted for a while, Wang Dezhong brought over the food.
This time, there was nothing wrong with Qin Siyang's throat, so Wang Dezhong had prepared quite a feast.
Spicy Ginseng Beef, fried Six-Winged Flying Fish, stewed thousand-foot mushroom, and more-everything looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful.
Qin Siyang couldn't finish it all himself, so he invited Wang Defa and his two brothers to eat with him.
They ate and chatted in a thoroughly cheerful atmosphere.
After the meal, Qin Siyang went to take a shower.
Once he got into bed, Wang Defa carefully removed the rotting flesh from his leg, leaving a horrifying ring of wounds.
Then he applied ointment and bandaged it with gauze. Wang Defa clearly knew what he was doing. Wang Deyou had said the three brothers had "run with a rough crowd for a while," so they must have taken plenty of beatings.
Throughout the treatment, Qin Siyang rolled back and forth on the bed in pain.
But anesthetics had been scarce since the apocalypse and couldn't be bought at ordinary pharmacies, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
Once he finished, Wang Defa said goodbye and left, leaving only Wang Deyou and Wang Dezhong.
Qin Siyang sent them away too, then fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, he once again felt vigorous vitality radiating throughout his body.
By the time he woke the next day, it was already noon.
"I was so exhausted yesterday. I slept for ages..."
He opened his phone, saw a missed call from Li Tianming, and called