Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

”Old Duan, quickly go find Dr. Fu for some headache medication, no, you guys don’t have medicine here...”

Zhang Su thought of this, and quickly took out his walkie-talkie to contact Zhong Xiaoshan: ”Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan, quickly bring some headache medicine to Cui Leng Pavilion, bring a lot, hurry.”

”Brother Zhang, I’ll also ask Weijun, maybe he has some.”

Duan Wuhu didn’t plan on staying idle, rushed out the door.

”Okay!”

Zhong Xiaoshan responded swiftly.

”Hang in there, the medicine will arrive soon.”

Zhang Su put away the walkie-talkie, seeing Qiu Hui gritting her teeth and struggling, also suffering, but at this moment, he sharply noticed a very faint bluish tint emerging from the edge of Qiu Hui’s sclera, slowly spreading, vying for the white area.

This phenomenon sent a chill through his heart, but at the same time he felt puzzled, why hadn’t Fu Weijun or Duan Wuhu mentioned this before.

Maybe they didn’t think it was significant, or... they simply hadn’t noticed?

Zhang Su carefully stared into Qiu Hui’s eyes, walked to the side of the stretcher bed, hesitated for a moment, then reached out to grasp Qiu Hui’s tightly clenched fist, cold as iron, this iron in the physical sense, dry and hard skin that felt nothing like human!

Coupled with the bluish tint in her eyes, she seemed more and more like a zombie.

”Hang in there, don’t lose your mind, you can do it, Qiu Hui, come on!”

Crunch!

Zhang Su squeezed Qiu Hui’s fist hard, trying to make another kind of pain divert her attention.

The fact proved it was effective, Zhang Su clearly saw the bluish tint in Qiu Hui’s eyes stop spreading, with about a quarter of the white area remaining!

”It hurts so much, Brother Zhang, my head... hurts...”

”Brother Zhang, here, here, the sedative is here!”

Duan Wuhu rushed into the room, holding up a syringe as thick as a pinky finger.

”Where to inject?”

Zhang Su took the syringe and glanced at it, with 5 milliliters of liquid inside the tube.

”The neck, I saw Weijun always injected it in the neck!”

Duan Wuhu pointed nervously at Qiu Hui’s bulging neck veins.

Zhang Su followed the direction and indeed saw small needle marks on the neck, without further ado he injected, but didn’t push all the sedative in, only about one milliliter before removing the syringe.

The sedative entered the bloodstream, quickly exerting its effect with the strong heartbeat.

Qiu Hui’s twisted and painful expression was visibly relieved, the bulging veins on her neck subsided, her clenched fist loosened, and she let out a long breath.

”Yo, just one milliliter is enough...”

Duan Wuhu glanced at the syringe, quite embarrassed, as wasting limited sedative was one thing, too much could also burden Qiu Hui’s body.

”Here, you hold this.” Zhang Su handed the syringe back to Duan Wuhu, then looked at the obviously relieved Qiu Hui: ”Feeling better now?”

Qiu Hui’s pallid cheeks and even lips showed no trace of blood, revealed a desolate smile and nodded: ”For now, it’s okay, it feels great not having a headache, Brother Zhang, do I have to rely on medication to keep calm from now on?”

As a farmer’s wife, Qiu Hui is not very old, in her early thirties, exposed to many new things, plus usually plays with her phone, goes online to read various information, her mind is sharp as long as it doesn’t ache, she quickly caught onto the crucial problem.

Zhang Su clearly saw the severe bluish tint retreat from Qiu Hui’s sclera, nodded thoughtfully: ”Might be worth a try, but...”

He paused here.

”I know, there’s probably not much of this sedative in the camp, but that’s okay.” Qiu Hui spoke bleakly, looking at Duan Wuhu: ”Brother Duan, can you please push me out for a little sun, then give me a painless poison, I don’t want to struggle anymore.”

”Uh... actually, Xiaoqiu, we can’t fulfill that request, there’s no sun, it’s been cloudy for several days.”

Duan Wuhu’s expression was comical as he pointed at the window, much like telling classmates at school: it’s raining, no P.E. class.

”Just too much, the only thing before death...”

”Let’s not dwell on dying now, I have a new question!”

Zhang Su waved his hand, interrupting Qiu Hui, signaling the two to stay quiet, he began pacing back and forth in the room.

Just moments ago, when he held Qiu Hui’s fist, he strongly felt her transforming towards being a zombie, two forces within her raged against each other, and with the sedative’s help, Qiu Hui triumphed.

This back-and-forth transformation was something Zhang Su encountered for the first time, very perplexing.

In the room with Fu Weijun and Xie Yanshan, they were performing a craniotomy on a liquefied gas zombie.

Crack.

A strange sound as the skull was opened.

Fu Weijun was about to proceed, suddenly seeing an unusual color, the sudden situation startled him.

”I’ll go grab a tray.”

Duan Wuhu absent, Xie Yanshan felt bad making Fu Weijun move around, so he quickly took on the odd jobs.

”Dr. Xie!”

Fu Weijun stopped Xie Yanshan, shifting his gaze from the zombie brain tissue to Jiang Xiaoshan’s room direction, saying: ”I’m worried about Jiang Xiaoshan’s situation, Old Duan doesn’t know the details, why don’t you go check?”

He continued working while speaking, operating inside the zombie’s head.”

Xie Yanshan held the tray, frowned for a moment, looked at the zombie on the experimental bed, put down the tray, hesitated: ”Can you manage alone?”

”Small scene.” Fu Weijun confidently smiled.

”Alright then...” Hearing this, Xie Yanshan took off his gloves to prepare to leave.

Thump, thump, thump...

Just then, hurried footsteps approached from upstairs.

”Here, Xiaoshan...”

Zhang Su walked to the door, waving at Zhong Xiaoshan who just peeked in from the stairs.

”Hello.”

Xie Yanshan happened to come out of the room, greeted Zhong Xiaoshan, and walked to Zhang Su, feeling slightly surprised, not understanding why the second sister-in-law was here.

”Hello, Dr. Xie... Brother Su, there’s nothing specifically for headaches, huff huff... I picked a few common painkillers from the market, who needs them?”

Zhong Xiaoshan panted heavily, handing a white plastic bag with a pharmacy logo to Zhang Su, containing around five or six types of pill boxes and bottles.

Zhang Su casually picked up a blue pill box labeled ”EVE”, finding it targeted various kinds of pain, such as headaches, toothaches, joint pain, even menstrual cramps.

Xie Yanshan understood, realizing they were planning to use ordinary medicine to treat Qiu Hui’s headache, silently shaking his head, thinking this method might not be effective.

”As long as it treats headaches, it’s fine, nothing else, Qiu Hui has some minor issues, you can go now.”

Zhang Su didn’t let Zhong Xiaoshan stay at Cui Leng Pavilion for long, to avoid people asking too many questions after she left.

”Okay, let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

Zhong Xiaoshan naturally didn’t ask much, at least not at this time, sharing a bed, there’s plenty of opportunity to ask, nodded and smiled at Duan Wuhu as a form of greeting, then turned and left.