The green liquid tasted bland; Lin Jing felt only a chill in his mouth. After swallowing it, he didn't feel any discomfort.
The system in his mind spoke at the right moment: "Dear, take the gene-enhancing potion. Strength +1, Speed +1, Agility +1, Endurance +1. The potion is now fusing with your cells. The specific fusion time will depend on your individual physical condition. Please be patient."
Five minutes later, the gene-enhancing potion must have begun to take effect. Lin Jing felt his face and neck begin to burn. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
Lin Jing felt a little uncomfortable, but he adjusted his breathing, inhaling and exhaling continuously to feel better. In just a few moments, he had already broken out in sweat.
He pulled wet wipes from his backpack and periodically wiped himself clean. This sweating lasted for half an hour before Lin Jing finally felt his heartbeat stabilize and the perspiration subside.
He pulled a bottle of water from his backpack and downed the entire bottle in one gulp. Only then did Lin Jing feel a little better, and his strength returned. Seeing
Mo Fei still sitting a few steps away, Lin Jing pulled two chocolate bars and a bottle of purified water from his backpack and handed them to her. "Eat something to replenish your energy. We'll figure out how to move on later." Mo Fei was
feeling a bit hungry. She still felt anxious thinking about the few times she'd just barely escaped death. She took the food and politely thanked him, "Thank you. Are you feeling better?" Lin Jing nodded
. "Much better. I'll just lie down and rest for a while."
With that, he lay down again, wanting to relax.
Mo Fei tore open a chocolate bar and began to eat. She and Lin Jing were in danger, so she had to eat something to replenish her energy quickly, otherwise she didn't know if she could make it home.
Mo Fei finished two chocolate bars and drank half a bottle of water, then sat quietly, not disturbing Lin Jing's rest.
Lin Jing had set his alarm, and at 6:30, his phone went off. He turned it off and sat up, propping himself up with his arms.
He stood up and stretched, realizing his strength had almost returned. He felt incredibly relaxed, even better than when he'd just woken up that morning.
The gene-enhancing potion he'd just taken, supposedly strengthening the four basic genes in the human body, must have taken effect. But aside from the feeling of renewed strength, he couldn't detect any other special features. But
now wasn't the time to dwell on that. Lin Jing felt his strength returning, even slightly better than before, and decisively pulled out the rope from his backpack.
Lin Jing found two iron railings on the rooftop and secured one end of a rope. He wanted to make a simple descent device.
This was, after all, a 14-story rooftop, so to be on the safe side, Lin Jing used a double rope. This way, even if an accident occurred and one rope broke, at least the other would support it.
Lin Jing knew this method was risky, but at least it was under his control. It was better to keep his life in his own hands.
Thinking of this, he sped up the knotting. Due to the length of the rope, the double rope could only help him descend to the 9th floor at most. Of course, that presupposed that Lin Jing could hold his own. If he ran out of energy midway, he and Mo Fei would likely fall from the height.
Lin Jing had still installed safety devices. This card-drawing system was already bizarre enough, Mo Fei had already witnessed it, and now, in this critical moment, there was no need for Lin Jing to be shy. With a thought, he pulled another large bundle of rope from his inner space and tied it to the iron railing. Lin Jing intended to use these two ropes as lifelines for himself and Mo Fei.
After doing this, Lin Jing desperately tugged on the ropes, testing their safety. Seeing that they were fine, he waved to Mo Fei.
Mo Fei was nervous as she watched Lin Jing fiddle with the ropes. Was he going to use them to rappel down from the rooftop? What about herself? She had no experience at all. The building was 13 stories high, and their current location was the 14th floor. Climbing down from there on a rope was simply impossible.
Mo Fei walked up to Lin Jing, looked up at him, and said, "I have no climbing experience. Even if there were ropes, I wouldn't be able to climb down alive with them. You should go on your own." Mo Fei
wanted to go home, but there was no other way. Going down like this would be a sure death, so she decided not to hold Lin Jing back any longer. She pulled out her phone, intending to call her mother and daughter.
Lin Jing knew, of course, that it would be impossible for someone without training to try to climb down from this place by rope, but he didn't expect Mo Fei to climb on her own. Seeing Mo Fei pull out her phone, Lin Jing frowned. "Come over here quickly! What are you doing with your phone?"
Seeing Lin Jing frown, Mo Fei put her phone away and walked over to him.
Lin Jing checked his backpack. He had taken out the rope from the space, along with the hundred arrows, fifty of which he had used, so there was some space left.
He would be rappelling Mo Fei down the mountain later, so he'd better keep his belongings as light as possible. Since he'd already conjured a rope, vanishing the backpack wouldn't be a big deal.
Thinking this, Lin Jing gathered the rest of his belongings and zipped up his backpack. The next moment, it vanished from view.
Seeing Mo Fei staring at him, Lin Jing said, "You'd better pretend you didn't see anything about me, understand?"
His gaze was intense, like he was looking at his prey, as if he'd stab her if she dared to reveal these details.
Mo Fei was startled by his gaze and quickly nodded, "I know, I didn't see anything."
Only then did he look away and nodded. He preferred to associate with intelligent people. Survival in the apocalypse was already difficult. If Mo Fei hadn't just saved him and helped him draw the genetic enhancement potion, even though she was an emergency doctor and could be of some use to him, Lin Jing probably wouldn't have bothered with her now. After all, what he was about to do was too risky.
Lin Jing checked the time and took a few deep breaths. With only fifteen minutes left until 7 p.m., they had to leave.
Lin Jing used his Tang sword to cut the remaining ropes and tied his coat around his waist. Then, looking at Mo Fei, he said coldly, "Come here."
Mo Fei was a little afraid of Lin Jing, but remembering how he'd threatened her several times before, only to save her in the end, she calmed down and obediently walked over to Lin Jing. She checked the time: it was almost 7 p.m. If
she dawdled any longer, Lin Jing wouldn't be able to leave. "Don't worry about me. It's almost 7 p.m. If you can use the ropes, then go," Mo Fei gritted her teeth. She wanted to survive, but she couldn't climb. Even if Lin Jing was skilled, he couldn't save her. There was no point wasting time on her.
"Be quiet now that you know it's almost 7 p.m., and do as I say later," Lin Jing said as he began to tie the ropes around Mo Fei.
Lin Jing breathed as he sped up his movements. After tying a few knots around Mo Fei, he moved closer and put his arms around her waist. "Hold my back with your arms and wrap your legs around my waist. Hurry up."
Mo Fei's ears flushed at Lin Jing's words, but she knew now wasn't the time for anything rash. Lin Jing had to have his reasons for asking her to do this. Holding her arms around Lin Jing's back was easy enough, but how could she wrap her legs around his waist? She couldn't reach up
. Just as she was thinking this, she felt herself being lifted up. She quickly followed Lin Jing's force and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing them face to face.
Although Mo Fei had previously been compulsively involved with several backups, they'd only been for meals and movies, never even holding hands. This was her first time being so close to a man.
Mo Fei didn't know if she was scared or shy, but her heart was beating furiously.
Lin Jing had no idea what Mo Fei was thinking. He quickly tied Mo Fei to himself with a rope—literally, tied her to him, face to face.
The reason he had her legs wrapped around his waist was to make it easier for him to move his legs later. Mo Fei's hands couldn't be hooked around his neck, otherwise, when he descended, Lin Jing would not be able to exert enough strength.
Lin Jing released his hand from behind Mo Fei's waist and walked a few steps in the open space. The gene enhancement drug must have taken effect. Mo Fei must have weighed about 100 pounds, but it was relatively easy for Lin Jing to carry her like this.
Lin Jing made sure the rope was fixed, tied the safety rope around his waist, and then wrapped the two ropes for descent around his waist twice. Lin Jing had wrapped his coat around his waist before, because he was afraid that the rope would be too tight, and it would reduce friction.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Jing checked the time again. It was 6:55. It was time for them to leave.
He lowered his eyes to glance at Mo Fei in his arms and warned, "Only hold my back with your hands. Remember not to hold my neck."
Mo Fei nodded, "Okay, I'll take note."
She looked up at Lin Jing, still feeling a bit like she was causing trouble for him. "But, is this really okay? You're too heavy to carry."
Lin Jing didn't answer her question, but continued, "There's no time. We need to leave. If you're scared, just close your eyes and bear it. It will pass. Also, don't yell or scream for a while, or it might cause trouble. Don't worry, I'll get you home safely."
With that, Lin Jing walked towards the edge of the rooftop. He tightened his grip on the two descent ropes and moved to the edge of the 14-story rooftop. Even on a summer day, Lin Jing could still feel the wind against him.
Because of his past life's professions—skydiving, even helicopter flying—Lin Jing knew all of these. They had trained in rappelling before, but back then the building was only five stories high, so he only needed to descend safely himself. This was a first for Lin Jing, carrying someone along with him.
He gritted his teeth, tugged at the rope, and glanced down. Behind him was a drop of dozens of meters. From this height, the vehicles and zombies below looked like shrunken toys.
Lin Jing couldn't wait any longer. The longer he stood there, the more uneasy he felt. He had to descend without hesitation!
With this thought, Lin Jing turned and took a step, pulling the rope. His body faced the building, so his legs could support him as he slowly swung down. This gave his hands some leverage.
Lin Jing held the rope from above with one hand, carefully unwinding the rope around his waist while simultaneously supporting himself against the wall, slowly swinging down.
If he had felt a little uncertain just now, he was now completely relieved. Aside from the slight pain in his hands from holding the rope, everything felt smooth.
As he swung down, he could even sense Mo Fei trembling in his arms.
Lin Jing's lips actually curled up in a smile. For an ordinary person, Mo Fei's performance today was actually quite good. She'd saved him once, helped him draw the card, and hadn't done anything outrageous the entire time. Even now, terrified as she was, she just huddled obediently in his arms, trembling.
"Don't be afraid, we're almost there," Lin Jing soothed, continuing to swing down with Mo Fei.
Mo Fei was incredibly nervous. She could feel the wind from all sides and vaguely knew they were swinging from a tall building. She simply listened to Lin Jing's words and closed her eyes. Up there, they were just waiting to die anyway. With Lin Jing, they at least had company, and even if they did die, it didn't seem so scary.
Hearing Lin Jing's words of "don't be afraid" had put a little more weight on Mo Fei's heart. Lin Jing had the time to comfort her. Did that mean the situation was better than she'd imagined?
Lin Jing had slowly swung to the 12th floor, but the room he faced on the 12th floor was teeming with zombies. He glanced around and saw over thirty of them.
That was significantly fewer than the 13th floor, where they'd been swarming with zombies. Some had even spotted them, their faces distorted and pressed against the glass, as if ready to burst out and bite him and Mo Fei.
Lin Jing took a deep breath. His palms were burning with pain, and he could feel a warm liquid oozing out. The rope must have chafed them, but he couldn't care less at the moment.
He tightened the rope and continued to descend to the 11th floor. He swung down at his own pace, his legs bracing against the wall opposite him. By the middle of the 11th floor, they were perfectly positioned where the windows on each floor were, allowing them to see what was happening inside. At a glance, there were over a dozen zombies in the room.
Lin Jing reasoned that the music might be attracting the zombies. The closer to the card machine, the more zombies there were. The rope ran out about halfway through the ninth floor. So, to be on the safe side, he and Mo Fei would be safest bet to break through the window on the tenth floor. There were probably fewer zombies there than on the eleventh.
Thinking this, Lin Jing continued to swing up to the tenth floor. Halfway through, he held onto the rope with one hand and planted his legs on the windowsill.
The sill was narrow, with only room for half a foot.
Steadying himself, he peered inside, his heart sank. It wasn't because there were too many zombies in the room, but because there were people in it—more than one. As his back was thrust outward, Lin Jing's mind moved, and the backpack he had put into the space reappeared on his back. He felt the weight of his body increase, and his hands ached even more.
But he had to do it now. He might need the backpack later. It was okay for just himself and Mo Fei, but with so many people here, he certainly couldn't let others see his secret.
Lin Jing didn't really want to meet a living person, but there was no rope anymore. He had no choice. Thinking about it, Lin Jing adjusted the angle, took out the Tang sword from an angle where the people inside couldn't see, and hit the glass with the back of the knife.
The six people inside were also anxious. One of them was a male doctor with a spiky hair and glasses. He asked anxiously: "Dean Kang, it looks like the people outside are going to break the glass to get in. What should we do?"
Kang Libo is the deputy director of Binjiang City First Hospital. The male doctor with glasses is Wang Zhongkun, the attending physician of the Department of Neurology.
Kang Libo was also shocked by the scene outside and hurriedly urged: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and block the window. There is blood on the people outside. Who knows if they have mutated? Don't let them in."
Hearing Kang Libo's words, the other three men immediately rushed to the window where Lin Jing and the others were. Wang Zhongkun even shouted at them, "Don't come in! Don't come in and hurt anyone! Otherwise, we won't be polite..."
Lin Jing didn't care. His energy was exhausted, his palms aching from the grinding. Regardless of the people standing inside, Lin Jing used all his strength to smash down with the flat of his Tang sword. The glass shattered and shattered, some even landing directly on the three men.
The three men retreated in fear, covering their heads. Lin Jing stretched out his legs to kick away the broken glass.
He and Mo Fei moved from the side of the window where the glass had been kicked open to stand on the side windowsill.
Wang Zhongkun, noticing Lin Jing and the others entering, quickly pointed at them, "We can't let them in! Everyone, grab your weapons and attack together."
As he finished speaking, the other two men grabbed stools from the room and prepared to smash them down.
Lin Jing was still tied to the rooftop rope, with Mo Fei hanging from his body. Furthermore, he was standing on a narrow windowsill, at risk of falling, making it difficult for him to maneuver.
Meanwhile, Wang Zhongkun's stool had already swung towards Lin Jing and the others, with Mo Fei still dangling from Lin Jing's chest, meaning the blow would likely hit her.
Lin Jing clutched the outer wall with his left hand for support as he slashed at the wooden stool. Perhaps due to the strengthening potion, his strength was even greater than before, and he effortlessly cleaved through the stool. The tip of his Tang sword narrowly missed Wang Zhongkun's face.
Wang Zhongkun fell to the ground in shock, and the other two, seeing Lin Jing's skill, even with the stool in their arms, didn't dare to charge forward.
Mo Fei opened her eyes upon hearing someone talking. Seeing that several people inside were from the hospital, she quickly said, "We're living people. I'm also a doctor at the hospital."
Zhang Fan, the male nurse in the ICU, was quite familiar with Mo Fei, as emergency patients were often sent to the ICU.
Zhang Fan threw down the stool he was holding. "It seems it really is Doctor Mo."
Hearing this, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. However, the six of them remained together, keeping a distance from Lin Jing and the others, wary of Mo Fei and Lin Jing.
Lin Jing jumped down from the windowsill, cut the ropes around his body, and then used his Tang sword to sever the ropes that bound Mo Fei to himself. Only then did Mo Fei get off Lin Jing.
Being tied to someone else wasn't exactly pleasant, and one could imagine how difficult it would be for Lin Jing to carry her down the ropes.
Lin Jing looked like he had been pulled out of the water. His black vest was soaking wet, and sweat was dripping from his forehead and cheeks. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and blood was slowly dripping from his fingerless leather gloves. He
dropped his backpack to the ground and sat down beside it to rest. He kept his Tang sword at his side for easy access.
Lin Jing hadn't felt the pain in his hand until recently; when his life was hanging by a thread, he probably wouldn't have felt it. Only now did the pain in his palm begin to spread. Combined with the exhaustion, Lin Jing's face turned pale.
It was already past seven o'clock, and the card machine on the rooftop had disappeared. Similarly, the rooftop's attraction to the zombies had also faded. The entire building had fallen relatively quiet, except for the aimless zombies, who were acting in a chaotic manner, running around like headless flies. Some zombies on the rooftop were even pushed off by their own kind.
Because Lin Jing's glass-smashing noise had just made, a dozen zombies had been drawn in from outside the doctor's office and were now pounding on the door.
Wang Zhongkun glared at Lin Jing and Mo Fei angrily. "It's all your fault! You've attracted those monsters here."
Lin Jing leaned against the cabinet behind him, gazing coldly at Wang Zhongkun. "You're still yelling at this hour! I think you really want to lure all the zombies in. If I were you, I'd save my energy and just block the door with those cabinets."
The doctor's office was only fifteen or sixteen square meters, with a single double door. As long as that door was blocked, the unintelligent zombies outside wouldn't be able to get in for a while.
Zhang Fan, impressed by Lin Jing's words, whispered, "She's right. Just block the door. Everyone, come and help."
As he spoke, Zhang Fan had already reached a long table. Wang Zhongkun reluctantly joined him, followed by Ren Mingju, the assistant to the vice president. Together, the three of them moved the large table to the door, holding it against the doctor's office door from the inside.
Kang Libo, feeling unsure, ordered, "Move some more things to block the door. That nurse and that patient, both of you, get moving too. It's late, hurry up and move things." Kang Libo
directed the others, showing no interest in working himself. He sat in a reclining chair, watching the others work.
Mo Fei ignored them and quickly crouched down to examine Lin Jing's hands. Blood oozed from his gloves, and her eyes welled up. If it hadn't been for saving her, Lin Jing's hands wouldn't have been so badly injured.
Descending from such a height alone with just his bare hands and a rope was already difficult, let alone with her tied to himself.
"How's your hand? Let me see." Mo Fei wanted to touch Lin Jing's hand, but her own wasn't clean, so she pulled her hand back halfway.
Lin Jing's palm was indeed sore, and there was still zombie blood splattered on his body. Lin Jing was worried about the blood getting into the wound and causing an infection. "There's water and wipes in the backpack, and a medical kit
." "Okay." Mo Fei heard Lin Jing say this and quickly took the backpack to him and found the wipes and water.
Mo Fei washed her hands with bottled water before taking out the wipes.
Lin Jing had tied his baseball jacket around his waist to reduce friction from the ropes on his skin. He wore only a black vest besides his underwear. Lin Jing's neck and wrists were still stained with blood from killing zombies, and he was sweating profusely. In short, he looked very messy.
Mo Fei, concerned about the wound on Lin Jing's hand, took a wipe and carefully wiped the blood and sweat from the side of his face.
After a while, the wet towel was completely stained with the smelly blood of zombies.
Mo Fei took out another wet towel and wiped Lin Jing's face again. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting Lin Jing.
Lin Jing didn't feel anything, and didn't look at Mo Fei intentionally. While he was cooperating with Mo Fei's movements, he kept glancing at the other six people in the room. Five of them were blocking the door, and one was sitting in an office chair, seemingly looking at himself and Mo Fei.
Lin Jing glanced at the Tang sword beside him, and felt a little relieved. He had to ensure his absolute safety. If those people dared to come over, he would fight back with the knife at the first time.
Mo Fei saw that Lin Jing's hand holding the Tang sword was bleeding, and blood was flowing down the blade of the Tang sword. He hurriedly said, "Why are you holding a knife again? Your hand is still bleeding." Mo Fei
hurriedly looked at Zhang Fan, "Don't come over. It's the same if you say whatever you want there."
Zhang Fan frowned, "Who are you? Doctor Xiao Mo and I are colleagues. Can't I come over and say a few words?"
Lin Jing stood up directly with the knife in hand. Compared to zombies, people are sometimes more dangerous. In this room, except for Mo Fei, he trusted a little bit. Lin Jing didn't trust any of the other six people, "I said stand back. Come over again. I don't mind getting rid of you first."
Mo Fei saw that Lin Jing's hand holding the Tang sword was bleeding, and blood was flowing down the blade of the Tang sword. She hurriedly said, "Why are you holding a knife again? Your hand is still bleeding." Mo Fei
hurriedly looked at Zhang Fan, "Don't come over. It's the same if you say whatever you want there."
Zhang Fan pointed at himself, with a hurt expression on his face, "Okay, okay, I'm being sentimental, Doctor Xiao Mo. I'm worried that you will be held hostage by bad guys."
"Lin Jing is my friend. He saved my life and didn't hold me hostage. For everyone's safety, please step back," Mo Fei said coldly, looking at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan, feeling completely humiliated by this rejection, backed away, cursing, "Fine, I'm sorry for meddling. If I continue to interfere, I'd be an idiot."
Seeing him retreat, Mo Fei quickly glanced at Lin Jing. Lin Jing still held the dagger in his right hand. Mo Fei grasped Lin Jing's wrist with one hand and snatched the dagger from his hand with the other.
"Don't hold the dagger yet. Look how much blood is flowing from your hand?" Mo Fei frowned, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Lin Jing.
Lin Jing said nothing and sat back down. His hand was still sore from holding the dagger.
Mo Fei grabbed another pair of wet wipes and cleaned the blood off Lin Jing's arm and wrist before reaching out to pull off the leather fingerless glove.
As she pulled, Lin Jing gasped. The flesh inside the glove had probably been rubbed against it by the rope, clinging to it. The pain felt like skin being peeled off his palm.
Seeing Lin Jing's frown, Mo Fei softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Lin Jing nodded. "A little. There should be scissors in the medical kit. I'll use them."
Mo Fei nodded. Even with scissors, it would surely be painful to remove the flesh stuck to the glove.
Lin Jing's injury was his own fault, and Mo Fei's heart softened at the thought.
She took the scissors from the medical kit, briefly disinfected them, then took Lin Jing's left hand and carefully cut the glove open from the side, peeling it off from Lin Jing's hand.
Lin Jing's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain, but he managed to hold it in without a sound. By the time Lin Jing's left hand was freed from the glove, Mo Fei was on the verge of tears. A large patch of flesh had been rubbed off across Lin Jing's palm, and blood was still seeping from it.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Lin Jing tried to console her, "It's just a minor injury. It's not like I'm dying."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, what are you talking about?" Mo Fei wasn't comforted at all and was practically pissed off at Lin Jing. His hands were so badly injured, if they got infected and caused a fever, it would be fatal, and yet Lin Jing had the audacity to call them minor injuries.
Mo Fei ignored Lin Jing with a blunt tone. She rubbed the side of her face with the back of her hand and felt a dampness. She couldn't help crying after all. She wiped her face with a tissue from her backpack, then, with a cold expression, pulled out the iodine and gently cleansed Lin Jing's wound.
Despite her anger, she continued to scrub carefully, fearing to hurt Lin Jing.
Seeing that he seemed to have made Mo Fei cry, Lin Jing fell silent, obediently extending his left hand for Mo Fei to scrub.
Mo Fei disinfected the wound with iodine and then found a strip of yellow gauze, known for its anti-inflammatory properties. She placed it on Lin Jing's wound, then expertly bandaged the wound with gauze.
"Right hand," Mo Fei sniffed.
Lin Jing was obedient this time, afraid of making Mo Fei cry again, so he quickly extended his hand without saying anything else.
Mo Fei glanced at him and continued to carefully cut the side of the leather glove with scissors.
The wound on the right hand was larger than the left, as Lin Jing's right hand had been bearing more of the pressure. Mo Fei
quickly disinfected it with iodine, then applied a strip of yellow gauze to stop the bleeding. Finally, she wrapped Lin Jing's right palm, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Fei rummaged through the medical bag for a while and found the anti-inflammatory medicine. She took out four capsules and found a bottle of drinking water from her bag and unscrewed the cap.
Mo Fei spread out the four capsules on her palm and put them to Lin Jing's lips, "The wound is quite serious. You should take the anti-inflammatory medicine first."
Lin Jing saw that she was speaking in a muffled voice and was afraid of making her cry again, so he quickly replied, "Okay."
His hands were inconvenient, so he simply took Mo Fei's hand, put his lips to Mo Fei's palm, and took the capsule from Mo Fei's palm into his mouth.
Mo Fei only felt a softness on her palm, which was separated from her as soon as she touched it. Her ears felt slightly hot, but she quickly put the mouth of the mineral water bottle to Lin Jing's lips, carefully lifted the bottle, and fed Lin Jing the water.
Lin Jing took three sips of water, swallowed the capsule, and waved to Mo Fei, signaling he was done. Mo Fei then stopped feeding him, screwed the cap back on, and set it aside, quietly sitting beside him.
Lin Jing was truly exhausted, leaning against the cabinet behind him to recharge. Seeing some zombie blood on Mo Fei's face and neck, he reminded her, "You still have some on you, too. Wipe it off."
Mo Fei nodded, wondering if it would be harmful if left on human skin for too long. She grabbed some wipes, pulled out her phone, and began wiping the zombie blood off her face and neck, bit by bit, while watching the selfie on her phone.
After more than ten minutes, Mo Fei's blood was finally gone, though some remained on her clothes. But with so many people here, changing clothes was clearly not an option.
Seeing that Lin Jing and the others had finished their work, it was Kang Libo who broke the silence, "Doctor Mo, right? After you wiped my face clean, I just remembered. Who doesn't know the belle of our hospital?"
Kang Libo smiled at Mo Fei, "It was all a misunderstanding just now. We thought you were zombies and didn't want to fight with you. We are all from the same hospital, so let's all relax."
Mo Fei looked at Kang Libo and couldn't laugh. So what if they were from the same hospital? The outside was in chaos now. If it weren't for Lin Jing, she would either have been raped or turned into a zombie too.
Seeing that Mo Fei didn't say anything, Kang Libo felt a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and looked at Mo Fei: "There are still zombies outside. We are all from the same hospital. I am your dean and I am responsible for the safety of all of you. Only by working together can we get out of here alive. So later, you all must listen to my instructions..." "
Are you done?" Kang Libo's next speech was interrupted by Lin Jing. Lin Jing looked at Kang Libo and sneered, "It's already this time, and you still don't forget to put on the airs of a leader. It's ridiculous."
Kang Libo's face was rubbed off, and he pointed at Lin Jing. "Young man, how dare you talk like that? Even if you're not from our hospital, judging by your relationship with Dr. Xiao Mo, you're probably her boy friend, right? Well, isn't that a family member? As a family member, of course you have to comply with what the hospital leadership says, right?"
Lin Jing didn't even bother to look him in the eye. He acted so high and mighty in the end times—he deserved death.
Lin Jing had been sweating profusely and was feeling thirsty. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of water. As he reached for the cap, Mo Fei grabbed the bottle.
"Your hand's injured. Let me do it."
Hearing Mo Fei's words, Lin Jing relaxed. Mo Fei took the bottle, unscrewed the cap for Lin Jing, and handed it over.
"Drink first." Seeing Mo Fei's lips were dry, Lin Jing didn't reach for the water.
Mo Fei hadn't expected Lin Jing to be thinking of her. Her lips curved slightly as she brought the bottle of mineral water to her lips and took a few sips.
When people are stressed, they need to drink more water to relieve anxiety. After a few sips, Mo Fei handed the bottle
of mineral water back to Lin Jing. Lin Jing then reached out to take it and downed the contents.
There were still five and a half bottles of mineral water and plenty of food left in his backpack. Lin Jing estimated that it might take some time for the zombies in the building to disperse, and since his own strength hadn't recovered yet, it would be best not to rush out. He
should stay here and recover before making any other plans. "Let's rest for a while. The zombies in this building won't be gone for a while," Lin Jing said, leaning against the cabinet behind him.
"Okay," Mo Fei nodded. She was thinking about grabbing her phone to check in with her mother when she heard Ren Mingju's voice from the other side.
"Doctor Mo, if you have any bottled water, why not share it with us all? Look, our Vice President hasn't had a sip in ages. Isn't that inappropriate?" Ren Mingju, Kang Libo's assistant to the dean, said bluntly, noticing Kang Libo watching Mo Fei and the others drink.
Mo Fei glanced over. "There's nothing inappropriate about it. This water belongs to my friend, and he's the only one who has control over it. Besides, there are zombies everywhere, and it's uncertain whether we can save our lives. Do you think it makes sense to flatter the boss now?"
"You, Doctor Mo, please be more careful with your words. Do you still want to stay in the hospital?" Ren Mingju, embarrassed by Mo Fei's public rebuke, angrily retorted.
Mo Fei shook her head. She was exhausted. The events of this afternoon had been truly horrific. She had nearly lost her life several times. If it weren't for Lin Jing, she would have been dead long ago.
Mo Fei glanced at Ren Mingju. It was hard to persuade the damned devil with kind words. Since he wouldn't listen, there was no need to say anything more. "The world is already in chaos. What do you think the titles and bonuses are for? If you want to continue serving the dean, that's your business. Don't drag anyone else into it."
Mo Fei fell silent after that. She was truly exhausted.
"Dean Kang, look at her." Ren Mingju was practically livid. Mo Fei had stomped on his face in front of everyone.
Kang Libo feigned generosity, stopping Ren Mingju. "Little Ren, you're right too. That's definitely their stuff. It's only natural they don't give it to us. But, Little Mo, what you just said was wrong. There are monsters everywhere now, but our Country A's police system isn't completely destroyed. This chaos is only temporary. Soon, order will return to Jiangbei City. What? You don't plan to work in the hospital then?"
This time, Mo Fei didn't even bother to glance at him. The world was in chaos. What on earth was Kang Libo still dreaming about?
Seeing that Mo Fei was silent, Kang Libo thought that Mo Fei was scared, so he smiled and continued to chatter, "You young people are so impatient. You never think about the consequences when doing things. How can it be good for you to offend the leader?"
"That's right, Doctor Mo, you should quickly discuss it with your boyfriend and take out the supplies in your backpack and share them with everyone. Our Dean Kang is such a good person, he will definitely remember your kindness." Wang Zhongkun also hurriedly advised.
In fact, there are many office cups with water in this doctor's office, but Wang Zhongkun and others think it is not clean and still want to drink bottled mineral water.
Ren Mingju saw that Mo Fei still didn't speak, and simply said: "Doctor Mo, your boyfriend's hands are injured. Let me go get the backpack and share the things inside with everyone."
As he said, Ren Mingju winked at Wang Zhongkun, who nodded to indicate that he had received it. The two walked towards Mo Fei and Lin Jing together.
Lin Jing immediately picked up the knife at his side, pointing the tip at Zhang Fan, "Stand back."
Zhang Fan frowned, "Who are you? Doctor Xiao Mo and I are colleagues. Can't I come over and say a few words?"
Lin Jing stood up directly with the knife in hand. Compared to zombies, people are sometimes more dangerous. In this room, except for Mo Fei, he trusted a little bit. Lin Jing didn't trust any of the other six people, "I said stand back. Come over again. I don't mind getting rid of you first."
Mo Fei saw that Lin Jing's hand holding the Tang sword was bleeding, and blood was flowing down the blade of the Tang sword. She hurriedly said, "Why are you holding a knife again? Your hand is still bleeding." Mo Fei
hurriedly looked at Zhang Fan, "Don't come over. It's the same if you say whatever you want there."
Zhang Fan pointed at himself, with a hurt expression on his face, "Okay, okay, I'm being sentimental, Doctor Xiao Mo. I'm worried that you will be held hostage by bad guys."
"Lin Jing is my friend. He saved my life and didn't hold me hostage. For everyone's safety, please step back," Mo Fei said coldly, looking at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan, feeling completely humiliated by this rejection, backed away, cursing, "Fine, I'm sorry for meddling. If I continue to interfere, I'd be an idiot."
Seeing him retreat, Mo Fei quickly glanced at Lin Jing. Lin Jing still held the dagger in his right hand. Mo Fei grasped Lin Jing's wrist with one hand and snatched the dagger from his hand with the other.
"Don't hold the dagger yet. Look how much blood is flowing from your hand?" Mo Fei frowned, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Lin Jing.
Lin Jing said nothing and sat back down. His hand was still sore from holding the dagger.
Mo Fei grabbed another pair of wet wipes and cleaned the blood off Lin Jing's arm and wrist before reaching out to pull off the leather fingerless glove.
As she pulled, Lin Jing gasped. The flesh inside the glove had probably been rubbed against it by the rope, clinging to it. The pain felt like skin being peeled off his palm.
Seeing Lin Jing's frown, Mo Fei softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Lin Jing nodded. "A little. There should be scissors in the medical kit. I'll use them."
Mo Fei nodded. Even with scissors, it would surely be painful to remove the flesh stuck to the glove.
Lin Jing's injury was his own fault, and Mo Fei's heart softened at the thought.
She took the scissors from the medical kit, briefly disinfected them, then took Lin Jing's left hand and carefully cut the glove open from the side, peeling it off from Lin Jing's hand.
Lin Jing's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain, but he managed to hold it in without a sound. By the time Lin Jing's left hand was freed from the glove, Mo Fei was on the verge of tears. A large patch of flesh had been rubbed off across Lin Jing's palm, and blood was still seeping from it.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Lin Jing tried to console her, "It's just a minor injury. It's not like I'm dying."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, what are you talking about?" Mo Fei wasn't comforted at all and was practically pissed off at Lin Jing. His hands were so badly injured, if they got infected and caused a fever, it would be fatal, and yet Lin Jing had the audacity to call them minor injuries.
Mo Fei ignored Lin Jing with a blunt tone. She rubbed the side of her face with the back of her hand and felt a dampness. She couldn't help crying after all. She wiped her face with a tissue from her backpack, then, with a cold expression, pulled out the iodine and gently cleansed Lin Jing's wound.
Despite her anger, she continued to scrub carefully, fearing to hurt Lin Jing.
Seeing that he seemed to have made Mo Fei cry, Lin Jing fell silent, obediently extending his left hand for Mo Fei to scrub.
Mo Fei disinfected the wound with iodine and then found a strip of yellow gauze, known for its anti-inflammatory properties. She placed it on Lin Jing's wound, then expertly bandaged the wound with gauze.
"Right hand," Mo Fei sniffed.
Lin Jing was obedient this time, afraid of making Mo Fei cry again, so he quickly extended his hand without saying anything else.
Mo Fei glanced at him and continued to carefully cut the side of the leather glove with scissors.
The wound on the right hand was larger than the left, as Lin Jing's right hand had been bearing more of the pressure. Mo Fei
quickly disinfected it with iodine, then applied a strip of yellow gauze to stop the bleeding. Finally, she wrapped Lin Jing's right palm, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Fei rummaged through the medical bag for a while and found the anti-inflammatory medicine. She took out four capsules and found a bottle of drinking water from her bag and unscrewed the cap.
Mo Fei spread out the four capsules on her palm and put them to Lin Jing's lips, "The wound is quite serious. You should take the anti-inflammatory medicine first."
Lin Jing saw that she was speaking in a muffled voice and was afraid of making her cry again, so he quickly replied, "Okay."
His hands were inconvenient, so he simply took Mo Fei's hand, put his lips to Mo Fei's palm, and took the capsule from Mo Fei's palm into his mouth.
Mo Fei only felt a softness on her palm, which was separated from her as soon as she touched it. Her ears felt slightly hot, but she quickly put the mouth of the mineral water bottle to Lin Jing's lips, carefully lifted the bottle, and fed Lin Jing the water.
Lin Jing took three sips of water, swallowed the capsule, and waved to Mo Fei, signaling he was done. Mo Fei then stopped feeding him, screwed the cap back on, and set it aside, quietly sitting beside him.
Lin Jing was truly exhausted, leaning against the cabinet behind him to recharge. Seeing some zombie blood on Mo Fei's face and neck, he reminded her, "You still have some on you, too. Wipe it off."
Mo Fei nodded, wondering if it would be harmful if left on human skin for too long. She grabbed some wipes, pulled out her phone, and began wiping the zombie blood off her face and neck, bit by bit, while watching the selfie on her phone.
After more than ten minutes, Mo Fei's blood was finally gone, though some remained on her clothes. But with so many people here, changing clothes was clearly not an option.
Seeing that Lin Jing and the others had finished their work, it was Kang Libo who broke the silence, "Doctor Mo, right? After you wiped my face clean, I just remembered. Who doesn't know the belle of our hospital?"
Kang Libo smiled at Mo Fei, "It was all a misunderstanding just now. We thought you were zombies and didn't want to fight with you. We are all from the same hospital, so let's all relax."
Mo Fei looked at Kang Libo and couldn't laugh. So what if they were from the same hospital? The outside was in chaos now. If it weren't for Lin Jing, she would either have been raped or turned into a zombie too.
Seeing that Mo Fei didn't say anything, Kang Libo felt a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and looked at Mo Fei: "There are still zombies outside. We are all from the same hospital. I am your dean and I am responsible for the safety of all of you. Only by working together can we get out of here alive. So later, you all must listen to my instructions..." "
Are you done?" Kang Libo's next speech was interrupted by Lin Jing. Lin Jing looked at Kang Libo and sneered, "It's already this time, and you still don't forget to put on the airs of a leader. It's ridiculous."
Kang Libo's face was rubbed off, and he pointed at Lin Jing. "Young man, how dare you talk like that? Even if you're not from our hospital, judging by your relationship with Dr. Xiao Mo, you're probably her boyfriend, right? Well, isn't that a family member? As a family member, of course you have to comply with what the hospital leadership says, right?"
Lin Jing didn't even bother to look him in the eye. He acted so high and mighty in the end times—he deserved death.
Lin Jing had been sweating profusely and was feeling thirsty. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of water. As he reached for the cap, Mo Fei grabbed the bottle.
"Your hand's injured. Let me do it."
Hearing Mo Fei's words, Lin Jing relaxed. Mo Fei took the bottle, unscrewed the cap for Lin Jing, and handed it over.
"Drink first." Seeing Mo Fei's lips were dry, Lin Jing didn't reach for the water.
Mo Fei hadn't expected Lin Jing to be thinking of her. Her lips curved slightly as she brought the bottle of mineral water to her lips and took a few sips.
When people are stressed, they need to drink more water to relieve anxiety. After a few sips, Mo Fei handed the bottle
of mineral water back to Lin Jing. Lin Jing then reached out to take it and downed the contents.
There were still five and a half bottles of mineral water and plenty of food left in his backpack. Lin Jing estimated that it might take some time for the zombies in the building to disperse, and since his own strength hadn't recovered yet, it would be best not to rush out. He
should stay here and recover before making any other plans. "Let's rest for a while. The zombies in this building won't be gone for a while," Lin Jing said, leaning against the cabinet behind him.
"Okay," Mo Fei nodded. She was thinking about grabbing her phone to check in with her mother when she heard Ren Mingju's voice from the other side.
"Doctor Mo, if you have any bottled water, why not share it with us all? Look, our Vice President hasn't had a sip in ages. Isn't that inappropriate?" Ren Mingju, Kang Libo's assistant to the dean, said bluntly, noticing Kang Libo watching Mo Fei and the others drink.
Mo Fei glanced over. "There's nothing inappropriate about it. This water belongs to my friend, and he's the only one who has control over it. Besides, there are zombies everywhere, and it's uncertain whether we can save our lives. Do you think it makes sense to flatter the boss now?"
"You, Doctor Mo, please be more careful with your words. Do you still want to stay in the hospital?" Ren Mingju, embarrassed by Mo Fei's public rebuke, angrily retorted.
Mo Fei shook her head. She was exhausted. The events of this afternoon had been truly horrific. She had nearly lost her life several times. If it weren't for Lin Jing, she would have been dead long ago.
Mo Fei glanced at Ren Mingju. It was hard to persuade the damned devil with kind words. Since he wouldn't listen, there was no need to say anything more. "The world is already in chaos. What do you think the titles and bonuses are for? If you want to continue serving the dean, that's your business. Don't drag anyone else into it."
Mo Fei fell silent after that. She was truly exhausted.
"Dean Kang, look at her." Ren Mingju was practically livid. Mo Fei had stomped on his face in front of everyone.
Kang Libo feigned generosity, stopping Ren Mingju. "Little Ren, you're right too. That's definitely their stuff. It's only natural they don't give it to us. But, Little Mo, what you just said was wrong. There are monsters everywhere now, but our Country A's police system isn't completely destroyed. This chaos is only temporary. Soon, order will return to Jiangbei City. What? You don't plan to work in the hospital then?"
This time, Mo Fei didn't even bother to glance at him. The world was in chaos. What on earth was Kang Libo still dreaming about?
Seeing that Mo Fei was silent, Kang Libo thought that Mo Fei was scared, so he smiled and continued to chatter, "You young people are so impatient. You never think about the consequences when doing things. How can it be good for you to offend the leader?"
"That's right, Doctor Mo, you should quickly discuss it with your boyfriend and take out the supplies in your backpack and share them with everyone. Our Dean Kang is such a good person, he will definitely remember your kindness." Wang Zhongkun also hurriedly advised.