Ning Yu stood at the emergency room door, arms crossed, looking Zhou Rong up and down: “What happened, Colonel Zhou? Seen a ghost?”
“…You didn’t call me to hear his last words?!”
“What last words?” Ning Yu looked confused: “Just a concussion.”
Sinan recovered his memory and wanted to tell you something. What are you thinking?”
Zhou Rong, still in shock, felt weak in the legs, a sudden surge of indignation rising from his heart.
“Hahaha—” Ning Yu finally understood what happened, laughed three times to the sky, then turned serious: “Watched too many Korean dramas, Colonel? Thinking this is a blue life and death romance?”
Three days later, the neurologist’s examination results were confirmed.
After the crash, Sinan was infected with the zombie virus and then fell down the slope. High fever and head trauma caused temporary memory loss. After meeting the 118th Sixth Squadron, his memories began to piece together like a puzzle, with the final and most crucial piece emerging after being hit hard on the back of the head by an A-country female Alpha.
The superiors quickly found Colonel Tang Hao, and combining the Ninth Rescue Battalion’s route, they confirmed the location where Sinan was found – a mountain village at the intersection of H Province and T City.
If Sinan hadn’t been delirious with fever at the time, or if the soldiers had understood what he said before fainting, and if Tang Hao had immediately searched the mountain area, they might have found the antibodies at the beginning of the disaster, and countless tragedies would have developed differently.
It was too late now, but fortunately, the result was not irretrievable.
The cafeteria was bustling at noon. Sinan, carrying an overflowing meal tray, squeezed out from the crowd and sat at an empty four-person table in the corner, staring dissatisfied at the sweet and sour pork in his bowl.
Three pieces.
Military meal discipline was strict – three pieces of meat per person, no more.
However, being an Omega had its advantages – although the server’s expression was serious, his hand miraculously scooped out three particularly large pieces, slightly alleviating Sinan’s bitterness and indignation of “I risked my life to deliver vaccines, and I can’t even get enough pork ribs.”
“Ahem!”
