Pale Silence

Song Jian stood and smoked in the sunshine of the base.

The smoke slowly rises and disperses in the gray sunlight.

He thought that he might be able to hear Chen Mo's cry, but Chen Mo would definitely survive.

That child has a strange combination of extreme fragility and tyrannical strength, and he will definitely... definitely be able to survive.

Song Jian whispered to himself: "I just want to save him."

The smoke ring slowly dissipated in the wind, Song Jian smiled wryly and said to himself: "Really, I just want to save him."

But Chen Mo didn't cry.

The medicine slowly entered the body along with the glucose in the bottle, and the stinging pain spread from the blood vessels on the back of the hand to the arm.

The pain became more and more severe, Chen Mo's muscles began to tense and tremble, and he saw fine sweat on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth tightly, refusing to make any sound of pain.

Yan Ruoming stood on the edge of the bed, observing Chen Mo's reaction calmly: "Chen Mo, you have to give me your correct sensory feedback before I know how to help you."

Chen Mo's teeth were trembling, the pain gradually spread from his arms to his chest, and his heart hurt like it was going to burst.

With blurred vision, only Yan Ruoming's lofty shadow can be seen.

Like a ruthless god.

That was the god in Song Jian's heart.

Chen Mo trembled, refusing to give Yan Ruoming any reaction for reference.

Yan Ruoming said, "Chen Mo, I'm saving you."

Chen Mo wanted to sneer and roar, but when he opened his mouth just now, he could only let out a cry of pain that was near death: "Ah..."

It hurts...it hurts...

Every blood vessel seemed like an executioner was waving a knife in his hand, cutting his skin, muscles and bones inch by inch.

Su Zeyu heard Chen Mo's screams and rushed over, but saw Song Jian standing at the door smoking a cigarette.

Song Jian smoked in silence, his tall figure looked like a lonely stone statue in the setting sun.

Su Zeyu hurriedly asked, "What's going on inside?"

Song Jian didn't know about the personal friendship between Su Zeyu and Chen Mo, but said, "Go in, Dr. Yan's leg injury is still not healed, and I need your help."

Su Zeyu hurried in: "Doctor! Doctor! How is Chen Mo?"

Chen Mo was confined on the bed with a tense body, twitching and convulsing in pain, biting his lower lip tightly, blood flowing down his cheeks onto the pillow, his consciousness had already begun to blur.

Yan Ruoming saw Su Zeyu, handed him the record book and pen, and calmly and gently stated Chen Mo's reaction: "Tenth grade pain, severe reaction, dilated pupils, and purulent reaction from the wound."

Su Zeyu wrote it down trembling in a hurry: "Dr. Yan, how is Chen Mo? He...why does he look so uncomfortable? Is he going to mutate?"

Yan Ruoming said, "His body is responding very well. Go and take some blood samples and bring them back to the laboratory. Check the changes in his blood structure every half hour."

Su Zeyu stared blankly at Yan Ruoming: "Dr. Yan, you...you really used Chen Mo..."

Yan Ruoming said softly: "Zeyu, I've never experimented with intact people, you know, I just want to save them."

Chen Mo burst into tears in severe pain, trembling and shouting: "Crazy... Yan Ruoming, you are a lunatic... ah... let me go... let me go... ah..."

Yan Ruoming pushed his glasses, and whispered in Chen Mo's ear: "Chen Mo, the hope of the new world was born on the bloody hands of a lunatic. For yourself, for the hope of all mankind, it is ridiculous to leave you behind. If you are jealous, cooperate with me to complete the experiment, okay?"

Chen Mo struggled desperately in pain, the veins on his white and thin arms were bulging, and the curvature of his fragile neck was like a dying swan.

it hurts……

He could no longer hear what Yan Ruoming said in his ear.

There is only severe pain, pain with nowhere to hide.

From the fingertips to the forehead, every inch of the skin, muscles and bones were in pain.

Su Zeyu's fingers trembled a little.

Yan Ruoming said softly, "The reaction to the severe pain is strong, the muscle spasms are severe, the blood pressure rises too fast, and the eyeballs are congested."

Su Zeyu hurriedly said, "Dr. Yan, he can't hold on anymore."

Yan Ruoming said: "He can hold on, he is the strongest receptor I have ever seen."

Su Zeyu said: "Doctor, can you stop for a while, Chen Mo's body is very weak, and the immune catalyst injection is too fast!"

Yan Ruoming was silent for a while, then switched off the bottle switch mixed with immune catalyst, and replaced it with glucose and painkillers next to it.

Chen Mo was struggling in the agony of passing out, and when he was on the verge of death, the torture finally eased.

The pain gradually faded away, and Chen Mo let out a groan from his throat, and collapsed miserably on the sweaty bed.

Su Zeyu's forehead was also covered with sweat.

Yan Ruoming whispered to Chen Mo, "I'm sorry, but you must trust me, I hope you can survive more than anyone else."

Chen Mo closed his eyes, trembling uncontrollably in the aftertaste of severe pain.

Yan Ruoming said, "Zeyu, take care of Chen Mo."

Su Zeyu didn't dare to look at Chen Mo, he chased after Yan Ruoming and asked, "Dr. Yan, where are you going?"

Yan Ruoming said: "Study his blood reaction, I think...the vaccine for the zombie virus is almost successful."

Su Zeyu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yan Ruoming staggered out of the room dragging his injured leg, and just as he opened the door, he fell to the ground with a muffled groan in pain.

Song Jian hurriedly turned around to support Yan Ruoming, frowned and asked, "Why do you look weaker than the patient, doctor?"

Yan Ruoming said in a low voice: "Song Jian, do you think I'm really not afraid when I inject Chen Mo with a semi-finished product? I'm a doctor...Song Jian...I'm a...doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded..."

Song Jian had never seen such a fragile Yan Ruoming.

In his memory, Yan Ruoming was the radiant and proud son of heaven, gentle, stable and kind.

Even in the days when the zombies just broke out and everyone was in a panic, Yan Ruoming was still the calm and rational Yan Ruoming.

But today...

It was obviously Chen Mo who was in pain, why did Yan Ruoming suffer so much.

Song Jian hugged Yan Ruoming and said in a low voice: "I know, but we have no other way. You want to save Chen Mo, I know, you just want to save Chen Mo."

Song Jian carried Yan Ruoming back to rest.

The shadows of the two were stretched very long by the setting sun, and they were projected far in front of Chen Mo's bed.

Su Zeyu carefully poured a glass of water and handed it to Chen Mo's lips: "Chen Mo, you... are you okay..."

With tears hanging on Chen Mo's eyelashes, he stared blankly at the sunset outside the window.

He whispered to himself, "It's getting dark."

Su Zeyu said, "Yes."

Chen Mo said: "It's time for me to go on patrol with Song Jian, he will be in danger by himself..."

Su Zeyu didn't dare to speak anymore. He left the bed and lowered his head to record the changes in various functions of Chen Mo's body.

The only thing he can do for Chen Mo is to try to make Chen Mo not too painful.

The news that Yan Ruoming was going to study a zombie vaccine quickly spread throughout the base, and everyone was cheering.

Possessing the zombie vaccine means that after being scratched and bitten, he will no longer face the fate of death.

They can travel farther, connect with more survivors, and build larger bases.

Soon, they'll be back to their former lives.

That night, no one fell asleep.

Loud noises were not allowed in the base, so they gathered together to share their joy in whispers.

There should not be too bright lights at night, so everyone clinked glasses with each other in the dark, and conveyed smiles with a little candlelight.

Song Jian was smoking a cigarette dryly in Yan Ruoming's laboratory, silently watching Yan Ruoming busy in front of the laboratory bench.

Chen Mo's blood samples were packed in test tubes, each tube was labeled, and the detailed sampling time was written on the label.

Song Jian thought in ecstasy, that child is so thin and small, it's time for him to be as limp as a kitten in his arms, does it hurt to draw so much blood?

Yan Ruoming lowered his head to sort out the experiment report, thin-rimmed glasses hung on Qingjun's face, and when he looked sideways, he really looked like Chen Mo.

Song Jiangan took a puff of cigarette and decided not to think about these things any more.

The most important thing now is to save Chen Mo's life.

And... Vaccines...

Song Jian asked Yan Ruoming: "How is it?"

Yan Ruoming raised his head, a joyous smile could not be restrained in his eyes: "Chen Mo's immune response is very good, really... very good, I have never seen such a strong immune system. He will survive, Song Jian, he will survive with the hope of all mankind!"

Song Jian avoided Yan Ruoming's gaze and looked up at the night sky: "That would be great..."

Song Jian has worked in Yan's for ten years, from an underage thug who wandered around the streets to a famous bodyguard next to the chairman.He and Yan Ruoming spent a very, very long time together.

But at that time, Yan Ruoming was acting like a young master, and he was guarding the principle of bodyguards. The two of them went in and out together and met every day, but they never had any inappropriate feelings.

But now...

Now is the end of the world, Yan Ruoming is no longer the young master, but an ordinary person who needs to be attached to him and needs to be saved by him.

This ordinary person, gentle and handsome, enthusiastically devotes himself to the madness of saving the world, can laugh, make trouble, and show his fragility and sadness in front of him.

In Song Jian's heart...

Yan Ruoming suddenly said, "Song Jian, why don't you stay with Chen Mo? He's afraid and in pain. If you stay with him, he'll feel better."

Song Jian hurriedly put aside the unexplainable awkwardness in his heart, and said, "That kid must hate me now. I'll go to see him, but he may not want to see me."

Yan Ruoming said softly, "Song Jian, you are here to save his life."

Song Jian threw away the unlit cigarette, turned his back to Yan Ruoming, and said, "You've been tired all day, go to sleep."

That night, Chen Mo recalled the past in a trance in the vague lingering pain, and the tip of his bitter tongue yearned for the candy Song Jian handed over in nothingness.

Song Jian smoked outside Chen Mo's window all night.

The smell of smoke entered the room through the crack of the window, and Chen Mo thought he was hallucinating.

He seemed to smell Song Jian's smoke, as if that man was by his side.

Chen Mo laughed in his hallucinations, while laughing, tears streamed down his face sadly, choked up and murmured: "Song Jian..."