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Chapter Fifty-Six: Untitled
Su Lan had no intention of continuing the explanation. After entering, she locked the door behind her. Zeng Yadong leaned against the door with a short knife in hand, silently watching the three people on the sofa.
"Let's go. I really don't know what you're thinking, leaving your own people behind and playing bodyguard for someone else," Jiang He said, feeling somewhat frustrated. He had little interest in the two girls or in treating anyone; he actually liked this office quite a bit.
Song Yao helped to shove the scattered medicines back into the backpack. Noticing Ming Junwei's furrowed brow, she shook her head at Jiang He, signaling him to wait and see.
Jiang He sighed, got up, and pulled aside the curtains to gaze into the deep, dark night. A wave of inexplicable irritation surged within him.
After a long while, Ming Junwei finally relaxed his brow, shrugged on his backpack, and asked, "Is your sister a doctor?"
"I don't know," Zeng Yadong replied, adjusting his glasses and turning his head away.
"Where is your friend injured?"
"What does it matter to you?"
"How strange! Did we provoke you?" Jiang He, who had been looking out the window, suddenly turned around and blurted out before walking straight out the door.
" Jiang He!" Song Yao called after him but couldn't stop him. She hurriedly chased after him.
Zeng Yadong coldly watched as the two left one after another and gestured to Ming Junwei with an invitation to stay: "No need to see you off."
Ming the Great Hero chuckled self-deprecatingly. As if remembering something, he paused at the door and suddenly turned back to Zeng Yadong, saying, "Take care of yourselves." With that, he turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
The girl with the short knife walked over to the door and pressed her ear against it for a moment. Confirming that the three had indeed left, she finally let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the sofa.
Half an hour later, Su Lan walked out of the room, her face weary, holding two beakers filled with murky liquid.
"Hmm? Where is everyone?" Seeing Zeng Yadong lying on the sofa pretending to nap, Su Lan felt a bit annoyed and quickly ran into the bathroom to pour out the contents of the containers.
"Aso, what can I say about you? Next time, I'll go out to find things myself," Zeng Yadong said, opening his eyes slightly. Noticing Su Lan's displeased expression, he added, "You can't just bring anyone back. What if those people have ulterior motives? They could get us killed!"
"Alright, alright." Su Lan smiled, shaking off the water droplets from her hands. "You're too paranoid; those people aren't bad."
"Do bad people wear signs on their faces?" Zeng Yadong placed a short knife on the table and earnestly said, "Aso, you saved my life. I have no problem taking you back, but I absolutely won't allow anyone else."
Su Lan shrugged nonchalantly, gathering her hair behind her head with a cheerful smile. "Do you think I look good with short hair?"
Zeng Yadong felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he helplessly pulled out two sanitary balls. "Every time we talk seriously, you change the subject."
"Dong Dong, I'll listen to you. I won't casually bring people anymore." Seeing his displeasure, Su Lan decided not to say more. She stood up and blew out the candles on the tea table. "Let's go rest."
"How is he?" Zeng Yadong gestured toward the door. "Did it work?"
"We'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to see if it worked," Su Lan said as she took a revolver out of her coat pocket, looking dejected. "I'm out of bullets."
"I'll find some for you when we get back. But I've never seen this gun before; it might not be easy to get ammo," Zeng Yadong said while examining Su Lan's exquisite handgun with a grin. "At first, I thought it was a lighter."
"If you like it, it's yours."
"No way! What can five rounds do?"
Zeng Yadong tossed the gun back to Su Lan and double-checked the lock on the solid wooden door before asking, "Those people won't come back in the middle of the night, will they?"
"It’s already midnight." Su Lan stood by the window, gazing into the distance. The reflection in the glass revealed her features, and her eyes were filled with an endless sense of loneliness.
"You should go inside and sleep. We have to set off tomorrow; otherwise, our people will start to worry," Zeng Yadong said, unaware of Su Lan's unusual demeanor. She picked up a candlestick and placed it in the right bedroom, leaving herself a short candle. The flickering flame cast an orange glow that danced lightly, distorting Su Lan's silhouette in various shapes.
"Okay." Su Lan replied softly, exhaling onto the glass. With a seemingly casual motion, her slender fingers traced a line on the surface as she murmured, "Goodbye."
"What?" Zeng Yadong didn’t catch that.
"Nothing, I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight, Dong Dong." Su Lan put a smile back on her face and skipped into her room, slamming the door with a 'bang.'
The gust of wind from the wooden door stirred the curtains, and on the glass window, a mist formed into fine droplets that slowly slid down. The letter 'k' had already changed shape.
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In the dead of night, Jiang He and his companions returned safely along the path to the street where the clinic was located. The street was quiet and silent; in the distance, one or two Zombies wandered about, far enough away that they hadn’t noticed the three people at the corner.
Jiang He regretted running out of the house as soon as he did. Before he could muster the courage to go back inside, Song Yao and Ming Junwei followed him out.
"What happened back there?" Song Yao asked curiously, nudging his arm. "I've never seen you lose your temper before."
"I don’t know either; my head just feels heavy," Jiang He replied, smacking his lips, unable to explain why he was angry at that moment. "Maybe I didn’t get enough rest."
"Are you upset because that girl didn’t give you a good face?" Ming Junwei teased as he swung his Rifle behind them. "You think everyone is like you—carefree?"
Jiang He scratched his head awkwardly and mumbled, "Not really..."
"Still not admitting it?" Ming Junwei laughed as they passed by a small car and tugged at its door handle without success. He continued, "Do you think we should be thanked for giving them medicine?"
"There's no need for thanks, but there's also no need to put on a long face. We haven't done anything wrong," Jiang He said, nodding in frustration, admitting to his own pettiness.
"Haha, you never know what’s in someone’s heart. They’ve probably been burned before," Ming Junwei said as he wrapped an arm around both of their shoulders. "Just because you’re overflowing with kindness doesn’t mean they have to respond with enthusiasm. Don’t sulk; let’s find a car we can drive. I don’t want to ride a bicycle back."
"Do you really think Su Lan can use those medicines to treat a Zombie?" Song Yao, who had been silent, finally spoke up, seemingly pondering this question.
"Probably not," Ming Junwei replied, his eyes darting around thoughtfully. "They might have other uses. Stop guessing and just ask Dr. An when we get back."
The three of them quickened their pace, racing along the path they had cycled on until they reached a fork in the road.
In the center of the intersection stood a traffic control station, and scattered across the road were several vehicles lying haphazardly. A long skid mark stretched across the Asphalt Road Surface, leading to a half-body corpse. The body was already shriveled and blackened, with its abdomen torn open, spilling out entrails.
They split up and slipped into the flow of traffic, checking each car one by one. A few minutes later, Song Yao called out.
"Can it be driven?" Jiang He was the first to rush over, circling around the vehicle in awe. "Wow, little money-grubber, you dare to drive an Armored Truck!"
Song Yao shot him an annoyed glance and jumped into the driver's seat. "Then you can run back."
Ming Junwei hurried over, his expression one of surprise as he saw Song Yao's grim demeanor. He swallowed back a teasing remark that was about to escape his lips and rummaged through the glove compartment until he found a key.
"We’ve hit the jackpot," Ming Junwei said excitedly as he squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation and ran to the back compartment. "Guess how much money is inside!"
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