What's wrong with being a little arrogant in the apocalypse just to support my wife?

The hospital's main structure emitted a heart-stopping "crack" sound amidst the violent tremors.

The building looked as if it had been cleaved in two diagonally, with the walls and ceiling rapidly collapsing, cracks spreading quickly in the walls, and plasterboard peeling off the ceiling.

Large chunks of building materials poured down, dust and debris obscured the view, and windows throughout the building shattered under the pressure, with shards of glass raining down.

With his last bit of spatial power, Lu Yize created a force field that barely held up the collapsing building. Then, a huge vortex appeared at the center of the force field.

Those present were drawn into the vortex by an invisible force.

It was only a moment of darkness. When everyone's vision returned to normal, they were standing outside the hospital grounds, and the hospital building collapsed before their eyes.

Dust formed choking smoke, and the howls of zombies echoed as buildings collapsed.

When the dust settled, only some low-level zombies remained on the ruins, their bodies pierced by steel bars, their hands still carrying out the instructions left to them by the higher-level zombies, devouring and killing.

"Did the Zombie King also use spatial teleportation?" Chen Mingzhang asked.

"Hmm." Lu Yize's expression was solemn. The zombie king and his core members had been severely injured and their whereabouts were unknown.

Everyone remained silent until a muffled sound rang out, at which point the others noticed that the earth-type ability user standing next to the purple-haired man only had one arm and his face was completely bloodless.

His arm was ripped off his body by a powerful zombie; the muscles and skin at the wound were torn apart, revealing the white bone underneath.

The edges are uneven, and some tiny blood vessels have broken during the pulling, forming tiny blood droplets.

The muscles around the wound began to spasm due to the intense pain, and the whole body trembled.

"Can you still hold on?" Zheng Lin put one of his arms on his shoulder to support him and prevent him from falling.

Zhu Lei nodded, his forehead covered in sweat, silently enduring the pain of his severed arm. "I can handle it."

Seeing this, Lu Yize looked at Sheng Xue, who had just been rescued, and then glanced at the earth-type ability user, asking, "Is there any hope?"

Sheng Xue is probably the one with the most abundant supernatural abilities among all of them.

She stepped forward and used her powers to assess Zhu Lei's condition before providing initial treatment.

"There is no danger to his life. If the severed arm can be found, it can be reattached."

Little White, who had been following Zheng Mu's group attack, suddenly pulled out a mangled, bloody hand from some corner.

Xiao Bai's sharp teeth pierced the skin of his arm. The strangely familiar feeling made Fan Jian shudder. Hiss... This damn muscle memory.

Zhang Wenjing patted Xiaobai's head and praised it for doing a good job. Xiaobai wagged its tail and made a low, happy purring sound.

Zheng Lin was actually a little afraid of blood. When he took the bloody arm from Xiao Bai's mouth, goosebumps rose all over his body. He forced himself to hand the arm to Sheng Xue.

Sheng Xue was much calmer than Zheng Lin, and then she activated her supernatural abilities with both hands.

Using his supernatural abilities as thread and his hands as needles, he quickly began mending the wound, without Zhu Lei feeling any pain throughout the entire process.

She needs some time to mend, and Lu Yize and Chen Mingzhang also need some time to recover their depleted superpowers.

The others took the opportunity to dig out the crystal cores from the heads of the half-dead zombies from the ruins.

There were many zombies gathered in the hospital, and low-level zombies were abandoned at will, because in this apocalypse, low-level zombies were the least of their kind.

Chen Mingzhang's subordinates, along with the rest of the people, carried out a sweeping cleanup.

Zheng Lin supported the seriously injured Zhu Lei and could clearly feel that his condition was constantly improving.

Originally, Zhu Lei's face didn't look like anything, but Zheng Lin, who was supporting Zhu Lei, knew best that he couldn't exert any strength on his own and couldn't even stand up.

But Zheng Lin could clearly feel that the pressure on his shoulders was decreasing.

He even witnessed firsthand how, under Sheng Xue's rapid manipulation, the blood vessels of the mangled, severed arm were reconnected to the severed arm, one by one.

The bones and flesh were reconnected, and even the wound at the severed arm was constantly healing.

It didn't take long for the energy fluctuations on Sheng Xue's body to disappear, and the pale green light to dissipate. "Alright, try it and see if you can move."

Zhu Lei tried to move his fingers, and his right hand, which had been numb, was regained control of his body.

From only being able to move one or two fingers, to being able to rotate the wrist, and then to being able to perceive the existence of the entire arm.

He had thought his hand was useless, but he was surprised that he could still move it. He looked up and thanked him excitedly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sheng Xue had some sweat on her forehead; the high temperature and the meticulous treatment had taken a toll on her supernatural abilities.

"Holy crap, no wonder every base is scrambling to have a healing-type ability user, that's amazing!"

Zheng Lin stared at Zhu Lei's arm in astonishment, and even touched it in disbelief.

He had just taken the severed arm from Xiaobai's mouth, and he knew very well what state the severed arm had become.

Now, not only are the wounds from being torn apart by the zombies gone, but even the two bloody holes bitten by Little White's teeth have disappeared.

"Sis, can you heal me if I get scratched by a zombie? Can you control them and prevent them from mutating?"

The 1.8-meter-tall Zheng Lin called Sheng Xue, who looked young and delicate, "sister." Sheng Xue, who hadn't quite figured out what was going on, gave an awkward but polite smile.

She shook her head and honestly said, "Purifying the zombie virus is more difficult than treating it, and with my current abilities, I can't do it for now."

"I see..." Zheng Lin couldn't hide his disappointment.

More than a thousand people came, and the exact number of those injured was unknown.

The cleanup didn't take too long. After the crystal cores were collected, Chen Mingzhang had someone count the number of crystal cores.

There are roughly five thousand level 0 zombie crystal cores and six hundred level 1 zombie crystal cores scattered throughout.

After cleaning up all the crystal cores present, Chen Mingzhang then tallied the number of people who had sacrificed their lives.

There were about a thousand people when they arrived, with 327 deaths. The number of people scratched by zombies is unclear, whether they mutated into zombies or awakened superpowers, is 286.

Aside from those whose bodies had been corroded by the zombies' sulfuric acid and were reduced to blackened bones, with no chance of survival, Chen Mingzhang arranged for all the other intact corpses to be placed in one location.

Of these people, only a very small number may awaken their superpowers and wake up; most will likely become zombies.

Before the apocalypse, the zombie virus had a dormant period of about half a month, but as the temperature continued to rise, the virus's activity increased instead of decreasing.

Just a few days ago, it was discovered that after being infected with the zombie virus, it only takes one to two days to turn into a zombie or awaken superpowers.

However, the time required for zombification and the awakening of superpowers has now been shortened to half an hour.

Many of the dead infected began to contort their bodies, turn blue, and gradually begin to turn into zombies.

Of the nearly 300 injured, less than 5% awakened superpowers, while the rest had faint black veins appearing on their foreheads.

Looking at his mutated subordinates, Chen Mingzhang, his face grim, ordered the superhuman, "Kill them on the spot, mutated zombies."