Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin immediately looked at Li Zhiyuan, their eyes burning, silent words louder than spoken ones.
Since leaving home, he had indeed experienced many strange things, seen many corpses, but after indulging in lavish meals, he began to crave something simple to soothe the stomach.
For the two of them, recovering a corpse was akin to cultivating their character.
Li Zhiyuan nodded.
The two of them exchanged a smile, Run Sheng lit a "cigar," while Tan Wenbin excitedly rubbed his hands together.
Yin Meng entered the inner room. First, she pushed open the coffin lid, then brought in a warmed ceramic pot from outside, poured it into a bowl, and fed the old man spoonful by spoonful.
This wasn't medicine, more like a thick syrup to keep the old man hanging on.
After feeding him, Yin Meng opened a basin of hot water, changed the old man's diaper, wiped his body carefully, and finally dressed him in clean clothes.
