Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 21 Nightfall Arrives Early
Song Jinhe smiled in response, which shows how important it is to have a doctor in the team.

Jiang Shi'an looked at the gruesome wound on her hand. "There's a dental clinic nearby; you should be able to find anesthetic and sutures there."

“I have it.” Song Jinhe took the backpack and used it as a spatial transfer station to take out the items: “Lidocaine, sewing needles with thread, and tools.”

The advantage of staying in the hospital for a long time is that you can get a more complete set of supplies when stockpiling. You can be casual about the food and other necessities, but you absolutely cannot skimp on medical supplies.

Song Jinhe thought that removing the gauze that was stuck to the tissue fluid and blood from the wound was painful enough.

I only realized what real pain was when the anesthetic was injected; my whole arm felt like it didn't belong to me.

"It'll be ready soon." A slightly deep voice sounded beside me.

"You're a doctor too?"

"Also?" Jiang Shi'an put down the syringe, and with his slender fingers wearing sterile gloves, he picked up forceps and clamped the suture needle. "Not really."

Ah, Song Jinhe is a little worried.

"I've studied it, don't worry." Jiang Shi'an noticed that she avoided looking at the wound and didn't mention that his best subject was anatomy.

The anesthesia took effect, and the suturing process was painless. Jiang Shi'an's hands were very steady when he held the tweezers and forceps.

Outside the window, the clouds churned, and the flickering light fell on his focused eyes.

The local anesthetic wears off quickly, and the wound is severe; if it's not sutured quickly, it will cause pain.

He methodically tied the knots and cut the threads, put down his tools, and bandaged the wound. "Don't get it wet before removing the stitches."

"Thank you." Song Jinhe finished dressing and asked sincerely, "Do you need anything?"

She couldn't have treated the wound so well on her own, so it was only right that she exchanged something for it.

"Do you still remember the process of your talent awakening?" Jiang Shi'an took off his gloves.

Song Jinhe nodded and told him what had happened, "Does that mean those who survive are gifted, and those who don't are zombies?"

"You're not wrong to say that people turn into zombies after they die. Although there is a connection, they are fundamentally different. You can tell by comparing their DNA and brain nerves."

Jiang Shi'an lowered his eyes and said calmly, "The first person to show 'infection' symptoms will not become a gifted individual, even if they survive for 48 hours."

"Only 1.5% of the human genome actually encodes proteins; viral fragments account for more than 8%. Evolution is a complex process, and there is still no accurate explanation as to where these viruses came from."

He stated the information directly, but Song Jinhe did not understand it.

"The initial zombie virus had no source of infection and no infection. It was a virus from human genes. The gifted can be said to be people who have won the genetic lottery. Compared with ordinary people, they are more able to adapt to this world."

Unable to face the truth and the world as it is now, some people who are closest to the truth choose to withdraw in despair, leaving behind wills voluntarily donating their bodies for research.

Seeing the fleeting emotion in Jiang Shi'an's eyes, Song Jinhe understood the following sentence. Only at this moment did she feel that sense of powerlessness.

She didn't have much feeling about this world before. She came here during the apocalypse, and even though she knew it was impossible to go back to the way things were, all she thought about was how to survive here.

Both are hospitals, yet they represent two similar but drastically different worlds. Who can truly explain why?

"By the way, just a heads-up, those guys from the business center have accomplices in the city. If they see any zombies that died in unusual ways, they'll be interested in your equipment."

Seeing Song Jinhe stand up with her backpack, Jiang Shi'an said, "You'd better stay put for the next couple of days to avoid reopening your wound."

Song Jinhe nodded. "What are your plans? It'll be dark soon." "In this situation, two people are always safer than one."

Song Jinhe couldn't deny that, given the current situation, she couldn't go very far, and staying together was indeed the best option for the two of them.

"I'm going to do some zero-dollar shopping—no, I'm going to find supplies. Are you coming?"

Jiang Shi'an stood up and walked out of the tavern with her. For some reason, it hadn't rained for the past two days, and it got dark very quickly.

Seeing Song Jinhe struggling to put her backpack in with one hand, displaying a spirit of perseverance despite her disability, Jiang Shi'an calmly said, "You can find an easier way to get things."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinhe's expression changed slightly, and her eyelashes trembled. "You really did see it back then."

This is a difficult situation. It seems she can't win, and there's no guarantee the other party isn't hiding a pistol, grenades, or something similar.

Putting aside the question of whether it will succeed, it's not good to betray someone who has helped me twice, especially since we now have a common enemy, and this person also has many secrets.

Seeing her pick up a knife out of thin air doesn't mean you know more.

As for the fact that one can fall into space, Song Jinhe will never tell anyone.

The glass door of the dental clinic was open, and bloodstains were visible on the pristine white walls.

The zombies inside, smelling the fresh food, immediately became active.

Upon opening the first operating room, a zombie covered in blood, its lips torn off, revealing its black gums, lunged impatiently. Jiang Shi'an stepped in front of it, his dagger swiftly piercing the zombie's head in less than two seconds.

Song Jinhe tried to keep her right hand as still as possible, relying on one hand to carry the supplies, which greatly reduced the efficiency she used to achieve with zero-yuan purchases.

Painkillers, anti-inflammatory drugs, disposable gloves, masks, and surgical instruments were all packed into the bag.

She had already checked the remaining space, and once her hand injury had healed in a couple of days, she could search this place thoroughly.

The wound on her hand was getting more and more painful, so Song Jinhe swallowed a painkiller and picked up the kitchen knife with her left hand to continue forward.

As I left the dental clinic, it was already quite dark. The roars of zombies and the sounds of doors and windows rattling in the wind gradually became clearer.

Song Jinhe glanced at the time on her watch. It wasn't even 5 p.m. yet, and it didn't look like it was going to rain.

"It's getting dark earlier now." She remembered this happening before, but not now, and she had a bad feeling about it.

The two quickened their pace, returned to the tavern, and moved a cabinet to block the door. The whistling wind swept through the alley, and the familiar, sharp cry sounded like a death knell.

It's the special zombie I saw that day; judging from the voice, there's more than one in this area.

Song Jinhe drew all the curtains. It was too dark outside. Thick clouds blocked out all the light, as if a curtain had been drawn over the area, making it impossible to see anything. All that could be heard were the deathly cries of the zombies.

"How many are there nearby?" Jiang Shi'an started a fire in the small kitchen in the back, cooked two servings of pasta with the available ingredients, and opened a can of food.

"There was one scream like that, and seven or eight others. They were very close, and my perception range was not as good as if I could just hear the sound directly."

Song Jinhe wasn't used to eating with her left hand, but the noodles were surprisingly delicious.

An emergency light with its brightness turned down to the minimum sits on the table, casting the shadows of the two figures on the slightly yellowed wall. Next to them is a window covered with two tablecloths.

(End of this chapter)