“Give her one egg from the hen in the backyard every day, but don’t let anyone else see. Everyone is under great mental stress, tense like a bowstring. Before we reestablish contact with the base, it’s best to avoid any potential conflicts.”
Yan Hao agreed, and when Zhou Rong was about to turn and leave, he casually asked, “Where are you going, Captain?”
“To the storeroom to find something.”
“What are you looking for?”
Zhou Rong was about to answer when he caught a glimpse of Si Nan out of the corner of his eye, noticing he had just been sitting with Yan Hao. His heart sank slightly.
“…Nothing,” Zhou Rong smiled and said, “Just moving a couple of beer crates for everyone to gather tonight.”
Zhou Rong personally went to the storeroom, moved several crates, stacked them in the back factory building, and carried a crate of beer. During dinner, he called everyone to the factory canteen and delivered a brief motivational speech.
“Due to communication issues, we can’t contact the military region temporarily, but please believe that the government and army will not abandon any survivors. The supplies we brought from T City and the food stored in the factory warehouse are enough to support us for three months, during which we will definitely find a shelter base.”
“A hundred years of fate has brought us together on the same boat. Regardless of whether we knew each other before, being alive and sitting here is destiny. We will not give up on any civilian, and I hope everyone will help and support each other.” Zhou Rong raised his beer, toasting everyone solemnly, “Thank you all,” and then took two large gulps.
The crowd was moved, with some voluntarily offering cigarettes and others beginning to introduce themselves: “I’m in sales…”
“I’m a mall security guard…”
“A telecommunications engineer, utterly useless like a scholar!”
“I work in the city committee hospital’s surgery department…”
“Surgery?” Zhou Rong’s ears perked up.
He immediately stood up, enthusiastically shook the middle-aged doctor’s hand, and pulled him aside: “Pleased to meet you! What kinds of medical conditions can you treat?”
“…Huh?”
“Can you deliver babies?”
“I… can a little, I did an internship in the obstetrics department…”
Zhou Rong patted his shoulder, “I most respect those who save lives!”
