Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 335 - Chapter 335 Chapter 333 This isnt a helmet its clearly a pot

Chapter 335: Chapter 333: This isn’t a helmet, it’s clearly a pot! Chapter 335: Chapter 333: This isn’t a helmet, it’s clearly a pot! Jiang Yan didn’t speak but simply handed the pink thermos she was holding to Mo Shiyao, sincerely saying:

“Shiyao, drink up all this water first.”

Mo Shiyao remained unmoved.

She quietly glanced at Jiang Yan, a trace of despair flickering in her eyes as she murmured:

“My grandfather doesn’t want me anymore, and neither do my two older brothers…”

Having said that, she wrapped her arms around her knees, her head drooping down once more.

Only then did Jiang Yan notice that Mo Shiyao’s fair and delicate hands were covered with swollen red spots due to the cold weather.

They were frostbites.

She took off her backpack, pulled out a box of cooling balm and a pair of fur gloves, and said, “Shiyao, apply this, and then put these on.”

Seeing her patiently talking to Mo Shiyao, who paid no attention at all, Lin Xiaohui walked over and said in a low voice:

“Jiang Yan, she must be psychologically shocked; she needs some time to recover.”

After looking at the Tiger Brand cooling balm in her hand, she added, “Let me do it.”

“Okay.” Jiang Yan handed over the cooling balm and took another look at Mo Shiyao.

Such a proud person she was, the betrayal of her relatives and her current predicament–for her, the psychological blow was indeed not small.

For a moment, Jiang Yan was suddenly reminded of her own past experiences.

Back then, when she found out that her mother had been betrayed and murdered by her stepfather, and that she herself had been imprisoned in a basement after the apocalypse and had become a plaything for Song Deming and his mistress.

Her heart at that time was more ashen, even more desperate than Mo Shiyao’s.

However, her hatred was obviously greater than the confusion in Mo Shiyao’s heart.

After all, on one hand, there was her stepfather and mistress with no blood relation and no conscience, and on the other, her two blood-related older brothers and her loving grandfather…

Jiang Yan took a deep breath and collected her thoughts.

“Miss Mo, I’m a doctor, let me help you apply the medicine. Be good, ah~” Lin Xiaohui cooed like she was coaxing a child, warmed up the frozen-solid cooling balm by the fire before reaching out for Mo Shiyao’s hands.

This time, Mo Shiyao didn’t withdraw her hand.

There were only two piles of charcoal burning in the room, filled with a bit of smoke, and the light was very dim.

Lin Xiaohui applied the balm slowly, gently blowing on her palm as she did so.

Jiang Yan’s gaze swept inadvertently over Mo Shiyao’s palm, and for a split second, her heart jumped with fright.

Her vision was excellent. At a glance, she could see that apart from the red frostbite sores on Mo Shiyao’s fair palm, there were also many crescent-shaped wounds with blood scabs, clearly self-inflicted from her own fingernails.

“Doctor Lin, if possible later, let her drink this cup of water too,” said Jiang Yan, getting up discreetly after speaking.

“Okay.” Lin Xiaohui responded and subconsciously glanced at the pink thermos, a hint of confusion surfacing in her heart.

Earlier, there didn’t seem to be so much hot water in the cup…

Jiang Yan glanced around the room, then heard footsteps and voices coming from another entrance.

It was Su Dai, Sun Jingtao, and two other warriors.

“Jiang Yan, look, what we’ve found!” Su Dai walked in, her face beaming with joy.

Jiang Yan took a glance at what she was holding, “A helmet?”

It was a kind of special metal helmet, silver-gray in color, looking more like a collector’s item.

“This is no helmet, it’s clearly a pot!” Su Dai said exuberantly, “Old Sun said we just have to remove the lining inside. We can have hot water to drink!

We could also cook goose soup! Rabbit soup! Ah, I can’t take it anymore, talking about it makes me so hungry!”

“Jiang Yan, we also found a lot of furniture in the room next door,” added Sun Jingtao happily. “But those pieces of furniture are all fixed to the ground and the walls. We need to go back and get Old Zhao’s axe.”

With that furniture, in this cold weather, it might provide us with some temporary relief…