"Twice." Tang Zheng waved his hand to stop Gu Xueqi, "It's no use, don't waste your life energy anymore, my injury won't heal any time soon."
"I doubt even once will suffice. Are you trying to throw away your life?" Pang Meiqin was very distressed, and both Qin Yan and Li Xinlan frowned. If this continued, Tang Zheng would surely exhaust himself to death.
The newbies looked at Tang Zheng's frail body and realized the great burden he bore; they were somewhat moved.
"Fanfan, reinforce the fort," Dantai said helplessly, just hoping for a little more rest.
The survivors felt as if each day were a year, every second was a painful torment. To dispel such panic, Dantai initiated an activity to write wills.
"Uncle won't die, why write such nonsense?" Lu Fan snatched the slip of paper from Tang Zheng, tore it up, and threw it away, while Li Xinlan and Qin Yan silently watched the scene, swearing they would never let Tang Zheng be in danger.
