116 Passion Inside the Medical Vehicle

Qin Fengshan couldn’t even find clean water, let alone hot water. In the end, they had no choice but to rely on a supernatural ability user who could create pits in the ground. He dug a huge, deep hole that allowed underground water to seep in. They then fashioned a well above it, finally solving the drinking water problem. As for food, they scavenged instant meals. Electricity was limited to a small diesel generator powering just a few houses. Someone like Qin Fengshan had no right to enjoy electricity.

But what surprised Qin Fengshan was that every room in this base had power, and even the outer walls were wrapped with electrified wire mesh. The scale of electricity consumption was beyond his imagination. At the same time, it made him look forward eagerly to the noon feast.

Soon, the first dish was served: braised pork! The second dish was soy sauce duck, followed by sweet and sour ribs, stir-fried greens, big plate chicken... ten dishes in total. Qin Fengshan was utterly stunned. All freshly cooked home-style dishes! Not a single canned or packaged food item in sight! Was this still the apocalypse?

Alongside the dishes were fragrant white rice and various drinks and beers laid out on the table. This was paradise! Qin Fengshan nearly knelt down in gratitude. He had long forgotten how long it had been since he last tasted such food.

“Since all the dishes are here, let’s begin,” Xue Feng said. At his words, Qin Fengshan eagerly grabbed a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth. It melted instantly! The rich fat dissolved on his tongue—a pure delight. He closed his eyes to savor it slowly.

When he opened them again, he found the braised pork was gone—completely eaten! Even the grease on the plate had been licked clean. Damn! Qin Fengshan was dumbfounded, looking around.

Everyone was devouring the food ravenously. They had all gone too long without such delicious meals. Especially since it was prepared by Liu Jun and his team of chefs—the aroma, color, and taste were perfect. Who had the time to savor slowly? Eat quickly!

Qin Fengshan hastily tore off a chicken wing, biting it into pieces and swallowing the bones too. After starving for so long, nothing was off-limits. Chicken bones felt like a delicacy.

At the tables of E-level members, everyone was frantically grabbing food. But at the C-level members’ table, where Song Yuan and others sat, things were much better. Although they ate quickly, they maintained basic manners. Only at the table with Xue Feng, An Xiaowei, and others did people eat at a leisurely pace. After all, they had a steady meat supply.

“This is my fault. I’ll strengthen etiquette training for communal meals in the future,” Gu Xiaoqian apologized, hearing the sounds of ravenous eating. As the housekeeper, such matters were her responsibility.

Xue Feng waved his hand dismissively. “They haven’t eaten well in a long time. This reaction isn’t surprising. Just remind them to be more careful next time.” If he hadn’t seen so much good food in a long time, his manners wouldn’t be better either.

“We owe Liu Jun a lot. Without him bringing all this meat, there wouldn’t be such a feast,” Gu Xiaoqian said sincerely.

“I didn’t expect when I came yesterday that they had accumulated so much meat—enough to fill three trucks—and it could still be preserved without electricity,” Zhao Weisha said, chewing on a chicken leg.

“It must be stored in cold storage. Their food street surely has many cold rooms. As long as there’s enough ice, it can last for months,” Wang Xinyu added.

In ancient royal palaces, there were ice cellars where ice could be drawn even in summer to cool the emperor’s chambers—a privilege only for nobles.

“The chefs should be professionals. Let Liu Jun manage the kitchen now, and Liu Qiqi can learn from her brother gradually,” Xue Feng nodded. Although Liu Qiqi’s skills were improving, there were better options at present.

Everyone ate their fill, their bellies full and content. Dinner was canceled, and everyone was given two bottles of drinks each. Overeating could cause stomach ailments.

In the afternoon, Xue Feng went to the medical room.

“Brother Xue!” Wang Xinyu’s heart warmed seeing her first love arrive.

“I brought something good and placed it next to the medical room. Come and see,” Xue Feng said.

“Something good?” Wang Xinyu followed him out, curious.

“It’s a medical vehicle!” she exclaimed, spotting a mobile medical van parked outside. It was about the size of a bus.

“Let’s go inside. It has plenty of medical equipment and can perform simple surgeries,” Xue Feng explained. Unfortunately, it was only equipped for surgeries, not internal medicine, lacking a sterile operating room. Plus, Wang Xinyu wasn’t trained for internal procedures. Still, being able to do surgeries already put them far ahead of many.

“Great!” Wang Xinyu eagerly climbed aboard. It was essentially a small operating theater. The seats had been removed and replaced with cabinets storing medicines. At the rear was an operating table surrounded by surgical tools.

What delighted Wang Xinyu the most was the completeness of the equipment—even the sterilization tools were all there.

“Brother Xue, you’re amazing!” she said, overcome with emotion, turning to embrace him. For a doctor, nothing could bring greater joy.

“Do you like it?” Xue Feng hugged her back, his hand resting firmly on her hip. With her full figure pressed against him, a natural response stirred within him. Wang Xinyu felt a burning hardness pressing against her lower abdomen, causing her body to tremble slightly. She experienced a rush of heat and a quickened heartbeat.

“Yes, I like it,” she whispered, pressing her cheek to his chest. Her face flushed, eyes glazed. The man before her was everything—the pillar she leaned on.

Xue Feng’s hand moved beneath the nurse’s uniform, stroking her. “Ah!” Wang Xinyu gasped softly as two fingers pinched her swelling curves, while another hand slipped beneath her skirt, cupping her abdomen.