Feeling somewhat clean improved Yu Qingyu's mood significantly. He would have preferred to soak in a bath for an hour or two, just to be sure that no dirt remained on him, but he had to satisfy himself with what he'd got. You can't be too picky in the apocalypse.
He got dressed in the fresh clothes brought by Ning Yanyao, and was finally moved to the bed, so that the medic could take a look at the wound on his leg.
The man was called Fu Feixi, and before the zombie outbreak, he used to be a paramedic. Now, he was part of the medical team in the shelter, together with a nurse, and an aspiring medicine student that served as their assistant.
"Hmm… It doesn't look that bad… But it's still pretty deep," Fu Feixi said, examining Yu Qingyu's calf. "It's best if I stitch it up. Will you be able to handle it?"
Yu Qingyu's face turned pallid at the thought. It was probably going to hurt… But he still nodded his head. "Mn. Of course."
"Alright then."
