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After a person who has been hungry for a long time is rescued, rescuers will generally control his food ration, choose to eat small meals more often, and slowly feed him food to gradually restore his gastrointestinal function to avoid organ damage caused by overeating. , resulting in further injury or even death to the rescued persons.
Regarding the above-mentioned comment, Wang Zhongyu can no longer remember which science and education documentary he saw it in.
When he first heard about this conclusion, he was as surprised and strange as Wenquan Xin.
It stands to reason that people should be given food when they are hungry, and they should not stop eating until they are full. How can such a simple thing be so complicated? However, the various cases and anatomy pictures shown in the documentary later made him believe that eating indiscriminately and eating too much is really true. People will die.
Without any factual evidence, it would be futile and meaningless to argue with Wenquan Xin, so he did not get entangled with the former on this matter. Anyway, he could just keep an eye on Luo Baochun's food intake.
Luo Baochun had indeed not had a full meal for several days. How could he suppress his greed when he saw all the supplies on the floor?
If Wang Zhongyu hadn't said something to him to pay attention to, he would have eaten two more bowls without saying anything.
But now he has the nerve to eat again, and although the words are said euphemistically, the meaning is quite clear. Luo Baochun does not want others to label him as someone who eats more and takes more.
"Hey, Ronaldinho, would you like another bowl?" Wenquanxin saw that Luo Baochun had even drank all the soup at the bottom of the bowl, so he happily picked up a bowl from the ground and pretended to open it.
The latter hurriedly stopped and said with gratitude: "Oh, thank you, Brother Wen, I'm full, don't tear it apart. Haha!"
Wenquan Xin has a straightforward temperament and doesn't like to mingle with others. He can tell that the other person is not full at all. It's just because of embarrassment: "Ronald, don't be polite to us, just eat what you want and don't care about anything else."
"Oh. Brother Wen, I'm not being polite to you. I'm really full." Luo Baochun touched his round belly and patted it twice to indicate that he was full and could no longer eat: "Thanks to my two friends. Come to the rescue. I, Luo, am really grateful. Now that I have caused so much trouble to you two, and you have to eat and drink, I am really..."
Luo Baochun's gratitude comes from the bottom of his heart. Frankly speaking, anyone who has survived in the apocalypse will understand what is most precious in the current world. It is not high-end luxury accessories, brand-name cars, or luxurious bungalows, but the most ordinary but similar things. Food and drink supplies that are closely related to life.
Luo Baochun once thought that he would never see Xiwen again. The two Wangs are such generous and selfless people, and even he himself cannot guarantee whether he would be willing to save them if the situation was reversed and he bumped into the other two.
Even if Naoran offered a helping hand at that time, it would still be difficult to do so when it was his turn to eat and drink without any scruples.
After all, they are neither relatives nor friends of each other. Even in a civilized society, a passerby like him would probably just look on indifferently and not step forward to ask any questions.
But they did it, and they did so in the critical situation where they could be surrounded by zombies at any time. This is even more precious.
"Haha, Brother Luo, Xiao Wen is right, there is no need to be polite to us. After all, we can be considered friends in need. Now, do you smoke?"
Smoking is always a good way for men to break the deadlock, ease the atmosphere, and make friends. Seeing that Luo Baochun was a little embarrassed, Wang Zhongyu handed over a cigarette from his waist. Help him out.
"Thank you! Let's have one then!"
"Hey, a cigarette after a meal is better than a living god!" Wenquan Xin also lit one for himself and handed a lighter to Luo Baochun to light it.
"Thanks!"
Soon, the thick smoke puffed out by the three men filled the container truck with smoke like fire.
"Hey, Brother Luo, can you tell us what happened with the explosion? How could you make such a big noise!" Wang Zhongyu found a more comfortable position and lay down.
"What's there to say? You must have been attacked by zombies, but Brother Luo, to be honest, you guys were driving too carelessly." Wenquan Xin put down the cigarette, looked at Wang Zhongyu beside him, and then He touched the bulge on his forehead and shook his head meaningfully.
It's no wonder that in the middle of the night, no human being with a sane mind would be able to risk his life by walking at night like them. Therefore, unless the driver of Luo Baochun's vehicle exploded, he must have been attacked by zombies.
Wenquan Xin's idea is not wrong, and it is based on facts, but there are exceptions to everything. Just like Chungen who is anxious to get angry will drive more than a hundred miles to attack the villa at night like a mad dog. As long as the immediate benefits are big enough, then he will There are humans who are willing to take risks.
Obviously Luo Baochun seemed to have the misfortune to meet such a person. Because his lonely and angry look said it all.
"No, it wasn't us who were attacked by zombies!"
"Ah? It's not a zombie, could it be..." Wenquan Xin grabbed the back of his head twice and roared.
"I'm going!" Wang Zhongyu, who had just laid down and hadn't felt comfortable for two minutes, was so frightened by Wenquan Xin's ghostly scream that he sat up: "You're going to die. Just a moment after you stabilized, you're going to fucking plan again." Invite zombies, right?"
Wenquan Xin was nonchalant and didn't reply. His behavior just now was indeed a bit out of control.
After stretching his head and looking around the street, Wang Zhongyu took a deep breath and said, "Don't be so surprised. Okay, Brother Luo, Let’s continue the topic we just talked about. According to you, it’s not really the other survivors who made you so miserable.”
"Yes!" Luo Baochun's affirmative reply shocked Wang and Wen, but they were relieved immediately.
In this world, it is normal for such an incident to happen. The only thing that surprised them was that it happened in the second half of the snowy night.
I believe it is unlikely that anyone would be stupid enough to use this method to wait and see, unless...
"Brother Luo, I would like to ask, have you ever offended any survivor team before or refused the requests of other teams? I suspect that you have been targeted for a long time."
Wang Zhongyu's speculation was quite bold, but upon careful consideration, it seemed to make some sense. At least Luo Baochun, the person involved, was quite surprised after hearing this. He even had a trace of doubt in his heart.
Could these two be the accomplices who attacked his group? Of course, this thought flashed through his mind. I believe that no robber would go to such great lengths and engage in such a big battle, only to have the conscience to save a pauper like himself.
"Brother Wang, this is really insightful. Your analysis is right. We have been targeted for a long time!" Luo Baochun said frankly. (To be continued.)
