Chapter 1284

Chu Shu slightly doubted his own eyes.

How was he fine upstairs, but as soon as he came downstairs, Jin Chen suddenly felt so wronged!

He stared, watching Jin Chen clutch his arm and go find Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen—such a wronged, pitiful sight.

"Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng, my hand is going to be useless again."

Jin Chen frowned slightly, his face strikingly aggressive; the muscles beneath his black vest also gave a feeling of safety.

Yet this pitiful expression felt completely natural.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen felt inexplicably soft-hearted at that look, and helplessly said, "We can only wait for the wound to heal; I brought too little."

"Alright."

Jin Chen handed him the bottled water, behaving very well.

"Drink water."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen: "Thank you."

"Where are your clothes, Jin Chen?" Zhou Xuan's mind was full of the words "sexual temptation," thinking he wouldn't fall so low just from a brief encounter!

Jin Chen wordlessly lifted his chin toward Wei Xian, saying, "This guy killed zombies without restraint, splattering my whole body with brain matter."

"Huh..."

Admirer Zhou Xuan patted his chest; thankfully, Jin Chen hasn't fallen for love yet.

Wei Xian, having just come downstairs, spread the word that five zombies were still trapped upstairs.

This made those who had wanted to go upstairs for food hesitate, so Wei Xian's snake-skin bag became the hot item among the group.

Wei Xian stood by the pillar, holding Lin Yu Xi, who was coughing softly in his arms, and he scanned everyone equally.

"Now everyone knows this situation, zombies are very dangerous; I hope a few strong people will join my team, then we'll have water to drink and food to eat."

Wei Xian's face was cold. "Of course, as long as you don't run around recklessly and obey orders, you'll also get a meal."

Wei Xian, in front of everyone, produced several food items; after a day and a half of anxiety and fatigue, they were famished, and at once a few strong-built men stepped out to follow him.

In just a few minutes, Wei Xian's so-called team had five members, and many more promised to obey his commands.

The rest…… were rejected by Wei Xian.

The mother and daughter who couldn't help looked like two frail little girls.

They seemed helpless; after being rejected by Wei Xian, they looked pleadingly toward Jin Chen and the others on the other side of the pillar.

"Mother…… I want water,"

The little girl saw the bottled water in Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen's hand and softly cried, fussing.

"Be good… be good, hold on a bit longer."

Aunt Wang, afraid of annoying them, hurriedly coaxed the little girl not to cry.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen stepped forward a few paces, handing the bottle of water from which he had taken a sip to the little girl; his cold expression softened a little.

"Drink up."

The little girl glanced at him timidly, holding the bottle with both hands and gulped it down.

Aunt Wang quickly hugged her, bowed in thanks, and then told the little girl to drink a little less.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen: "No need to return it; keep it for yourselves to drink."

"Here."

Jin Chen then handed him another new bottle, tilting his head slightly and smiling.

Seeing Jin Chen do that, Chu Shu also called the two girls over, sharing some water and biscuits.

Seeing Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen about to refuse, Jin Chen leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, I have enough water pipes here; I'm just afraid of attracting Wei Xian's attention."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen subconsciously pressed his ear; it was a bit itchy.

He took the water Jin Chen gave him, saw the youth's eyes shining with light, and smiled: "Do you also want to start a team?"

"Then it depends on whether Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng is willing to join my team."

Jin Chen was a bit taller than him, bent slightly and laughed warmly: "Otherwise, there'd be no point in forming a team."

After saying that, he pulled Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen to sit down, using his backpack as cover, took out a box of self-heating rice from his space, and shoved it into Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen's hands.

"Let's eat dinner first."

This series of actions left Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen somewhat bewildered: "Why say that?"

Jin Chen raised his hand in a yay gesture: "Two reasons. First, because you're a doctor, which is very important for surviving the apocalypse."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen put down the rice box, intrigued: "And the second?"

"Second……"

Jin Chen's ears quietly turned red, and Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen happened to catch that inexplicable shyness; his magnetic voice gained a hint of embarrassment.

"Because Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng is good-looking."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen: "……"

Never expected that to be the reason.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen was stunned for a few seconds, then couldn't help curling his lips: "Thanks for the compliment."

Who praises others while getting shy themselves first?

The boy's reaction was really overly pure and cute; this bit of banter made both feel their distance had lessened considerably.

Zhou Xuan, gnawing on dry bread, struggled to swallow, shifted his butt, and asked Liu Zhi and Chu Shu.

"Do you guys feel that in front of Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng, Jin Chen seems a bit… shy?"

Chu Shu nodded vigorously: "I feel the same! This is too abnormal."

The two straight-as-steel guys obviously didn't realize the importance of the issue.

Liu Zhi, as the intellectual representative of Dorm 618, has already seen through everything.

He pushed his glasses, the lenses catching the bright light refracted by the sunset, and improvised a poem.

"Stupid roommate, lovesick Jin Chen, dangerous zombie! Ah, the future looks bleak."

Soon the sunset vanished and night fell.

Inside the factory darkness fell; only sporadic phone flashlights glimmered, illuminating just a short distance ahead.

Even without signal, a phone with battery seemed to bring a faint sense of security.

When it got dark, the only thing to do was sleep; on Jin Chen's side, with few people, he could sleep easily.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen slept on the innermost side, with only Jin Chen beside him; although the idea was a little strange, it was actually not so uncomfortable.

But he still suffered insomnia, and it wasn't just Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen; many others in the night whispered sobs, only falling into a hazy sleep after crying themselves exhausted.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen's sleep disorder appeared after the medical disturbance incident; upon falling asleep, he was plagued by endless, indistinct curses and slander.

Another layer of torment was the rising and falling snoring sounds.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen truly felt no sleepiness, merely lying facing the wall; the turmoil in his mind was no better than the present situation.

"Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng, can't you sleep?"

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen heard the faint breath behind him, turned over to face Jin Chen; in the darkness he could not see the boy's face clearly, but when their eyes met, Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen could feel it.

"It's fine, you sleep."

Jin Chen moved closer, "I'm afraid of the dark, I can't sleep."

That's right... how did I forget this?

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen suggested, "Shall we turn on the flashlight?"

"No, there are mosquitoes."

Jin Chen grabbed the corner of his clothes, his voice very soft, coquettishly, "Can I hold your hand while we sleep,"

The sound of the fabric being pulled and rubbed was louder than his speaking voice.

"All right." Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen, hearing his soft-heartedness, compromised, raised his hand, hesitated a few seconds, then lightly patted Jin Chen's shoulder.

"Today, thank you."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen was referring to the zombie ambush; Jin Chen knew, and when he spoke again his happy meaning was obvious.

"Then may I know your full name? Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng sounds... not like a friend."

"My name is Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen, dust..." "The dust of fate, right?"

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen stared, "Yes."

"Good night, Brother Dust."

Jin Chen's voice suddenly softened considerably.

Strangely, Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen's heart fluttered for a moment, fleeting.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen couldn't remember whether he had responded to Jin Chen; the surrounding snoring seemed shrouded in a hazy mist, and a long-lost drowsiness washed over him.