"I'm older."
Yu An spoke up, and he answered seriously, "I'm 18 years old."
The middle-aged man was a chatterbox, and seeing him respond, he became even more enthusiastic about the conversation: "Eighteen, still very young. Why are you doing this job all by yourself? Where are your family?"
Moving corpses is not a good job, and even though the pay is high, people are not very willing to do it.
Yu An was the youngest of those who came down.
“I can’t find my family members, and I’m still looking for them.” Yu An said this without any discouragement: “Once I find my family, we’ll find a place to stay.”
On the way to find Zaizai, Yu An had already imagined countless scenarios in her mind.
In his vision, once he found all the children, they would all live in a quiet place where no one would disturb them.
He will grow things for the babies to eat.
In his limited time, he will spend a lot of time with the kids!
"My son is lost too." The uncle was infected by his emotions, and his tone was full of hope: "I'm working hard to earn work points now. When my son comes back, I'll see if I can hire a teacher for him at the base."
When the uncle talked about his son, he became even more talkative: "My son is very smart. He has always been number one since he was a child. It's just that he is introverted and we can't really connect."
Yu An: "..."
Yu An looked at the talkative uncle and wondered how dull the uncle's son must be to be unable to connect with him.
"Sigh, it's just that I'm uneducated and don't know how to teach children. My husband and I often argue."
The more the uncle looked at Yu An, the more he thought of his own son: "When he comes back, I think I still need to apologize to him properly!"
"Um!"
Yu An, who had been listening quietly to the older man, promptly expressed her agreement: "I also apologize whenever I have a disagreement with my family."
The two, one big and one small, carried the corpse and chatted non-stop.
Yu An enjoys chatting about these everyday family matters.
After working for half an hour, Yu An and the uncle were about to deliver the last body they were carrying to the crematorium.
All the corpses were blown out of their heads. The uncle told Yu An to let go, and he forcefully threw the corpse with a bullet hole through its forehead forward.
However, just a second before it was thrown.
The corpse, its head blown off, suddenly opened its eyes. It roared and bit down hard on the uncle who couldn't let go in time.
Yu An, who was only a few dozen centimeters away, had half of his face splattered with the blood that the uncle spurted out.
Xie Chiyuan, who was guarding nearby, noticed the emergency and instantly rushed over. With his freshly wiped bone blade, he cleanly severed the zombie's head.
The others were so frightened by this sudden scene that their faces turned pale.
They ran away in terror, too afraid to approach the burning corpses. Everyone's eyes were filled with dread; they had clearly checked these zombies—they were all blown to the head!
A zombie that has been blown up will obviously stop moving.
"You must return to base immediately."
Xie Chiyuan coldly ordered, "Leave this to me. Tang Xin, come down!"
Tang Xin was called down.
Yu An didn't walk with the others. He stood there, wondering why the zombies could come back to life.
The little white mushroom nestled in Yu An's pocket, lazily listening to the sounds outside.
Xie Chiyuan glanced at Yu An, who remained behind, but didn't say much to him. Tang Xin squatted down, took the severed zombie head, and performed an autopsy on the spot.
The autopsy is complete.
He found a blue, glowing crystal inside the zombie's head.
After spotting the crystal, the little white mushroom gently nudged its older brother's pocket. Its sweet, childlike voice trembled with craving: "Big brother, this tastes amazing!"
Yu An: "..."
Yu An covered her pocket, preventing the baby from peeking out.
You little brat, you can't put such filthy stuff in your mouth!
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Author's Note:
Raising a child is tough, An'an sighs QAQ
Chapter 15
Yu An put the little white mushroom in his pocket, squatted down, and looked closely at the crystal that Tang Xin was holding.
The surface of the crystal is covered with a layer of blue, while the inside is white.
Tang Xin, wearing medical gloves, examined the instrument carefully. He didn't have any more sophisticated analytical instruments with him and was relying solely on visual inspection for now.
"There's an energy fluctuation; this must be what caused the zombies to explode again."
"Thank you, Father. Go and cut off the heads of all those zombies for me. I'll go see how many of these crystals are left."
"Um."
Xie Chiyuan agreed and got up to cut off the zombie's head.
Yu An didn't follow Xie Chiyuan; instead, he squatted down next to Tang Xin. Seeing him lean in to look, Tang Xin deliberately teased, "So close, aren't you afraid the zombies will rise again?"
"I'm not afraid."
Yu An's voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz. Anyway, he had already been bitten, and the zombies didn't even want to eat him.
He tugged at Tang Xin's arm and whispered, "You're a doctor, can you help that old man? He's wearing protective gear."
Upon hearing this, Tang Xin looked up at the uncle who had been bitten.
The safest course of action after being bitten is to shoot the person who was bitten.
However, considering that everyone had already been evacuated and only a few of them remained at the scene, and Xie Chiyuan was also present, Tang Xin did not implement the first response measure.
"It's beyond saving."
Since the outbreak of the infected, Tang Xin has witnessed too much life and death. His parents died in front of him; after his mother was bitten, his usually rigid and strict father killed her and then committed suicide on the spot.
He protected his twin brother Tang Ran, and they survived.
Looking at the struggling uncle, Yu An felt as if a heavy stone had fallen on his heart. Ever since he woke up in the research institute, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was an infected Selina.
Slina is dead, and so many people are dead.
The middle-aged man in front of me is also going to die.
The impact of "death" on Yu An was belated. He didn't cry after seeing so many corpses in the research institute, but when he was alone at night, thinking of those people, tears streamed down his face.
He knew this was a side effect of his treatment.
After each therapy session, he would forget some unimportant people and things. In addition, his emotional reaction time would occasionally become very long.
The only fortunate thing is that he didn't forget his children, nor did he become indifferent to them.
"The uncle is not dead yet."
Yu An repeated, "He was wearing a protective suit, and the zombies bit him through the suit."
Tang Xin sighed.
He treated the bitten man to stop the bleeding, but at the same time he had to tell Yu An the truth: "His protective suit was torn, otherwise he wouldn't have bled so much."
Bleeding isn't the worst thing; infection is.
The man was bitten on the neck.
Even though Tang Xin was a doctor, there was nothing he could do to save her.
"Uncle."
Yu An looked at the uncle sitting on the ground, leaning against a wooden stake, and didn't know what to say. He could only offer futile words of comfort: "Hang in there a little longer, don't get infected. As long as you don't get infected, we can go back to base."
The middle-aged man covered the bandage on his neck, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“There’s no going back.” There was little panic in his tone; on the contrary, he was surprisingly calm in the face of death. “I’ve worked hard for half my life, and now it’s time for me to rest.”
"Xiao An, could you do me a favor? I've saved up some things that I want to leave to my son."
He spoke haltingly: "Those things are all in a box under my bed. The box has a combination lock, and the combination is my son's birthday."
"Could you please give this box to Commander Liu Qingshan, who is in charge of the base? We're from the same hometown, and he'll give it to my son for me."
The man spoke slowly, blood seeping through the gauze bit by bit. His life force was visibly slipping away, like a still hourglass, unable to hold back the sand that was about to fall.
Yu An watched as he closed his eyes and finally tilted his head to the side.
"Uncle?"
Yu An called out blankly. He called out several times, and just as the uncle moved his neck because of his calls, a large hand suddenly grabbed him and moved him behind his back.
"Don't get so close."
As Xie Chiyuan spoke, he fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man.
The man's head drooped, and the bleeding that had been seeping from the spot suddenly stopped. There was no doubt that he had succumbed to infection.
Tang Xin didn't react much when he saw this.
He hurried to continue dissecting the heads that Xie Chiyuan had severed. So many heads would have daunted any other doctor.
Tang Xin began to scrape without changing his expression.
After Xie Chiyuan finished dealing with the mutated uncle, Tang Xin also had a result: "There are four crystals in total, all of them are blue with white coating."
The crystals are very small, with the smallest being only the size of a fingernail.
Yu An withdrew his gaze from the uncle, pushed Xie Chiyuan away, and looked at the crystal as if shifting his attention.
"There were four trucks that arrived at the base gate, and there are four crystals here. Brother Xie, I have a guess—"
Before he could finish his guess, Xie Chiyuan glanced at him, and he knew that this meant Xie Chiyuan had tacitly agreed with his guess.