The door closed softly, and Si Nan closed his eyes, listening to Zhou Rong’s footsteps gradually fading.
The next day, the doctor put down the thermometer, stunned: “Thirty-seven point three.”
Zhou Rong politely nodded and thanked him, though everyone could see from his expression he actually wanted to say: “You idiot.”
The doctor left dejectedly under Zhou Rong’s victorious gaze. He kicked Si Nan with his toe, indicating that since the fever had subsided, he shouldn’t keep lying there playing dead and should get up and work. Then he turned around, clapped his hands, and shouted loudly: “Excellent—everyone up! Pack equipment, move supplies, clean the mall corridors! Prepare for the helicopter emergency landing, hurry up!”
Corpses scattered on the ground listlessly got up. Si Nan walked out of the small compartment with a piece of seaweed and meat floss bread in his mouth. In the narrow corridor outside, Yan Hao sat on the ground, his long legs uncomfortably bent, holding the carbine gun that had been returned to him. Hearing Si Nan come out, he looked up and gave a gentle smile.
Si Nan’s steps momentarily paused.
Yan Hao stood up, stretched his stiff wrists and ankles, and turned to walk away.
Zhou Rong was a monster who didn’t need rest, energetic at all times.
Before lunch, he personally drew a retreat route, dividing survivors into fourteen groups, preparing to have them climb to the rooftop through the mall’s safe staircase; he also went to kill zombies wandering in the safe staircase, sealed all floor doors and windows, with special forces patrolling back and forth, reporting any abnormalities via walkie-talkie.
At 3:30 pm, he had Yan Hao lead people to clear the mall’s rooftop for the 101st time. The sound of four large helicopters roaring through the air could be heard.
“They’re here!” Yan Hao waved while shouting into the radio: “Helicopters preparing to emergency land! Arrange the first group to go upstairs!”
Survivors were a mix of joy and sorrow, sobbing and stumbling onto the rooftop under special forces escort. The pilot opened the cabin door, shouting in the hurricane: “From the front, don’t go to the tail—quickly! Don’t crowd, one by one!”
“Not enough planes!” the pilot shouted to Zhou Rong: “We’ll take one batch first, then return!”
