[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-580":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319818,4536,"Chapter 580: I Suggest You Go Outside","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-580",580,"\u003Cp>“Old Duan, go find Dr. Fu and get some headache medicine—wait, you don’t have medicine here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su thought of this and quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie to contact Zhong Xiaoshan: “Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan, bring as much headache medicine as you can to Cuileng Pavilion—hurry, fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang, I’ll ask Wei Jun too—maybe he has some.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Wu didn’t plan to sit idle; he burst out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan responded swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on, medicine’s coming soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su put away the walkie-talkie and saw Qiu Hui gritting her teeth, struggling desperately—she was clearly suffering—but at that moment, he sharply noticed a very faint bluish tint emerging along the edge of her sclera, slowly spreading, encroaching on the white of her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight chilled him, yet also left him puzzled: why had Fu Wei or Duan Wu never mentioned this before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps they considered it trivial… or… they simply hadn’t noticed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stared intently at Qiu Hui’s eyes, walked to the stretcher, hesitated, then reached out and gripped her clenched fist—it was cold as iron, truly iron: dry, rigid skin, nothing like human flesh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with the faint bluish tint on her eyes, she was beginning to look more and more like a zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on, don’t lose your mind—you can do it, Qiu Hui, keep going!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su squeezed her fist with all his strength, deforming it, trying to distract her with another kind of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It worked: Zhang Su clearly saw the faint bluish tint on her sclera halt its spread—the white portion still remained about one-quarter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s so hard… Brother Zhang, my head… it hurts so much…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang, here it is, here it is—the sedative’s here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Wu rushed into the room, holding up a syringe no thicker than a thumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where do we inject?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took the syringe and looked: the barrel held five milliliters of liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neck—I saw Wei Jun always inject the neck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Wu pointed nervously at Qiu Hui’s neck, where veins bulged prominently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su glanced over and indeed saw tiny needle marks there; without hesitation, he inserted the needle—but didn’t push in all the sedative, only about one milliliter before withdrawing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sedative entered her bloodstream and, carried by the strong beat of her heart, rapidly took effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Hui’s twisted, pained expression eased visibly; the bulging veins receded, her clenched fist loosened, and she exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, one milliliter was enough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Wu glanced at the syringe, embarrassed—wasting limited sedative was one thing, but overdosing could also burden Qiu Hui’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, you take it.” Zhang Su returned the syringe to Duan Wu, then turned to Qiu Hui, who now looked noticeably calmer: “Are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Hui’s face was deathly pale, her lips colorless; she offered a bleak smile and nodded: “For now, I’m fine. Not having a headache feels so good, Brother Zhang—will I have to rely on drugs forever just to stay conscious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a peasant woman, Qiu Hui wasn’t old—only in her early thirties—and she’d encountered many new things, regularly used her phone, browsed the internet, absorbed information; as long as her head didn’t hurt, her mind was sharp, and she instantly grasped the critical issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su clearly saw the severe bluish tint recede from her sclera; he nodded thoughtfully: “We could try it—but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know—the camp doesn’t have much of this sedative, right? It’s fine.” She spoke bitterly, then looked at Duan Wu: “Brother Duan, could you push me outside to get some sun? After I’ve soaked up the sun, give me a painless poison—I don’t want to struggle anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… actually, little Qiu, we can’t do that—there’s no sun. It’s been overcast for days.” Duan Wu pointed at the window with a comical expression, like a schoolboy telling classmates: “It’s raining—we can’t have PE.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s just… awful—the one thing before death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not studying death right now—I have a new question!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand, cutting off Qiu Hui, signaling both to be quiet, then paced back and forth in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, when he gripped her fist, he’d felt strongly that she was transforming into a zombie—two forces raging inside her, and finally, with the sedative’s help, she had won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This back-and-forth zombification—he’d never seen anything like it before; it was deeply confusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room where Fu Wei and Xie Yan were, the two were performing a craniotomy on the liquefied gas zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange sound—the skull split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Wei was about to begin operating when he suddenly noticed an unusual color—he froze, heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll get a tray.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Wu wasn’t here; Xie Yan didn’t want Fu Wei moving around, so he cheerfully took over the chores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dr. Xie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Wei called out to stop Xie Yan, his gaze shifting from the zombie’s brain tissue toward Qiu Hui’s room: “I’m worried about Qiu Hui—Old Duan doesn’t understand the situation. Could you go check on her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his hands didn’t stop, working inside the zombie’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yan held the tray, frowned, thought for a moment, glanced at the zombie on the operating table, then set the tray down and hesitated: “Can you manage alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Small matter.” Fu Wei smiled confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright…” Xie Yan removed his gloves and prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud-thud-thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, hurried footsteps raced up the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, Xiaoshan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su walked to the door and waved at Zhong Xiaoshan, who was just emerging from the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yan happened to step out of the room and greeted Zhong Xiaoshan, then walked with her to Zhang Su’s side, slightly puzzled—why was Sister-in-law here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Dr. Xie… Brother Su, there’s no specific headache medicine, hehe… I picked several common painkillers from the market—who needs them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan panted, handing Zhang Su a white plastic bag stamped with a pharmacy logo—inside were five or six different boxes and bottles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su randomly picked up a blue box labeled “EVE”—sure enough, it targeted all kinds of pain: headaches, toothaches, joint pain, even menstrual cramps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yan understood: they planned to treat Qiu Hui’s headache with ordinary drugs; he silently shook his head, thinking this approach would likely be useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as it helps with headaches, that’s enough. No need to worry—Qiu Hui’s got a minor issue. You can go now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t let Zhong Xiaoshan linger in Cuileng Pavilion, to avoid others asking questions after she left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, if you need anything else, just let me know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan naturally wouldn’t pry—not now, at least. Sharing a bed meant plenty of chances to ask later; she nodded politely to Duan Wu and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1116,"2026-06-20T15:15:16.642Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9a9bf5944504e25809f760571d88a5d81413979be5f5193eb3ba3e31b7874da6","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-581","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-579",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]