“Two years of specialized training, basically no money!” Dr. Zheng roared.
Dr. Zheng climbed the stairs, panting heavily.
After surgery, you deal with medical disputes, always risking being attacked.
With a loud bang, Si Nan pushed open the rooftop door, feeling a headache: “Sorry, okay?”
Guo Weixiang cleared out the few zombies following them. Everyone reached the rooftop, quickly closing and locking the iron door.
“Safe!” he shouted. “Mission accomplished!”
Si Nan surveyed the gradually darkening sky, pressing the ruby earring, feeling the rice-grain-sized button gently press inward.
The group sat down to rest, not even minding the strong wind.
“Good job,” Guo Weixiang walked forward, overlooking the hospital surroundings. “Now let’s calmly wait for Brother Rong to pick us up… hm? Is that the pharmacy?”
Behind the hospital was a construction site, seemingly abandoned. Behind the site, across a small path, through bare winter branches, a corner of the “People’s Pharmacy” green sign was visible.
Guo Weixiang estimated the distance and felt it was feasible, taking a deep breath: “I’ll go take a look.”
Si Nan glanced at him.
“What?” Guo Weixiang was sensitive.
“…” Si Nan slowly said, “I thought you really liked him…”
“
“Ah, not really,” Guo Weixiang paused, self-deprecatingly. “There’s physical attraction, but mostly I just wanted to be in a relationship. I can’t say I truly like him… you understand? If he doesn’t like me, it’s fine. It’s not like I must be in a relationship.”
Si Nan politely said, “Congratulations on your heartbreak, you’re a good person.”
Guo Weixiang touched his nose, pulling out Zhou Rong’s high-tech 118 grappling gun from his tactical backpack, instructing: “I’ll be right back, maximum five minutes. Give me your spare bullets. Stay here and keep watch.”
Si Nan reluctantly agreed, watching him shoot the rope into the ground and slide down to the sidewalk, sprinting across the construction site, agile and swift, disappearing into the pharmacy in a flash.
At 5:30 PM, the sky was gloomy, and cold winds howled.
Dark clouds gathered and churned at the horizon’s edge.
Si Nan frowned, wondering why his eyelids suddenly twitched twice. Then he saw two barely noticeable small black dots in the distant sky.
—Helicopters!
Si Nan immediately pressed the positioning device again. The group behind him stood up, discussing and releasing relieved, joyful shouts.
