Chapter 582: Eat the Medicine

"What is this? Pitch black, sniff… hey, come to think of it, it does smell like liquefied petroleum gas—could this be concentrated LPG? That's worthless…"

Duan Wu squinted his mismatched eyes at the black block.

Xie Yan also leaned in, adjusting his glasses for a closer look, muttering, "We'll need instruments—otherwise, how are we supposed to study this?"

"It'll be more troublesome, but there's still a way!"

Fu Wei suddenly sat up straight, then exclaimed, "Oh right, what were you guys just busy with? Did Mr. Zhang leave?"

"Mr. Zhang left after examining Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu. He's going to capture a few ordinary zombies to use as an experiment for Qiu Hui. He thinks Qiu Hui has some zombie traits and wants to see if she'll attract their attention."

Xie Yan had no intention of hiding anything and explained in detail.

"Oh?"

Fu Wei had been distracted, but suddenly perked up, his eyes gleaming as he nodded and added, "Mr. Zhang's ideas are unique—why didn't we ever think of this? Now that you mention it, it's actually possible!"

"Imagine if someone really could avoid attracting zombies—that'd be incredible!"

Duan Wu's face lit up with longing.

He'd once tested it himself—covering his body in zombie flesh and organs to evade detection, but it was useless. After arriving at Tianma Island, he found even bulletproof armor made from petrified zombie skin couldn't fool the zombies, so he gave up on the whole approach.

"Mr. Zhang didn't just think of that." Xie Yan sighed with a strange expression: "Earlier, Little Qiu was almost slipping into madness again, so Mr. Zhang injected her with a sedative—but only one milliliter was enough to calm her. Our current conclusion is that if we control the headache, she won't go insane. What do you make of that?"

Xie Yan let out a bitter, silent laugh. An outsider came in, did some research, and immediately uncovered several key issues—how could the professionals possibly feel?

"People without theoretical constraints think wildly. I really admire Mr. Zhang. Uh… I'll go check on Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu. Dr. Xie, you keep studying this corpse—there's still plenty to explore."

"Alright, no problem."

Xie Yan readily agreed and went to fetch gloves and tools.

Duan Wu naturally walked behind the wheelchair, ready to push it, when Fu Wei spoke.

"Brother Duan, you've been busy long enough—take a rest. I'll move around myself. If I need to go downstairs later, I'll call you."

"Oh, okay. Be careful then."

Duan Wu didn't suspect anything and casually handed Fu Wei the plastic bag containing the medicine, opening the door for him as he said, "This is the painkiller your sister-in-law just brought over for Qiu Hui. Figure out the right dosage—it needs to be precise, no wasting."

"Yeah, let me check."

Fu Wei replied and left the room.

"Brother Liu, your Yanluo Army is so impressive—I want to join too. Do you think I stand a chance?"

Ke Zhiyu shifted his body, gradually adjusting to the black-and-white world; the discomfort lessened, though he still felt faint aches.

Liu Tianji moved his severed arm, smiling bitterly: "Don't even talk about whether you can join—I'm scared I'll get kicked out by Brother Su. Look at me now. Forget it, no more gloom. If you really want to join the Yanluo Army, first you need exceptional skills, and then… Huh? Dr. Fu?"

As they chatted, the door opened and a cool breeze drifted into the warm room.

"Chatting?"

Fu Wei slowly wheeled into the room and shut the door behind him.

"Yeah, lying here is so boring—we're just chatting. Can we leave now after the observation period?"

Liu Tianji longed to return to normal life as soon as possible.

"Don't rush—wait at least until tonight." Fu Wei wheeled to the center between their beds, glanced left and right, and said calmly, "You're recovering well. Any changes?"

Hearing they had to endure another night, Liu Tianji felt down, but then remembered he hadn't turned into a zombie—it was better than anything else. He thought about Fu Wei's question: "No major changes, but I noticed something—I don't feel any pain anymore. My wound doesn't hurt at all, no matter how I touch it. I don't even feel itchy. Did you give me medicine?"

He hadn't noticed before, but when he accidentally used his stump to support his body, he'd been startled—only to realize it didn't hurt at all. "Oh? That happens? We didn't give you any medicine…" Fu Wei frowned and nodded, turning to Ke Zhiyu: "What about you? Same thing?"

Ke Zhiyu shook his head gloomily: "I still feel pain—it's hurting right now…"

"This must be individual variation in the zombie-block injection. We still have a long way to go, but overall, you're improving. Take this medicine now. If nothing happens after tonight, you'll be free to move around."

Saying this, Fu Wei wheeled himself to the desk, took out the medicine box, bottles, and a sealed bag from the plastic bag Duan Wu had given him, and began calmly preparing the dose.

"Nothing will go wrong—we'll definitely make it through."

"Yes, Brother Liu's right. We survived the worst—we'll be blessed."

Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu had zero doubts about taking the medicine; their moods were excellent.

…

"Hey, Old Ding, what's going on? No bed in the room?"

Zhang Su was heading to the parking lot to find a vehicle—he couldn't possibly walk to catch zombies. As he passed by the entrance of Wangshan Folk House, he saw Ding Yong, scowling, helping Zheng Ziwen carry a bed frame out of the guesthouse storage.

"Hey, Boss Zhang. Don't even mention it! Put it down—I told you to put it down!"

Ding Yong spotted Zhang Su, signaled Zheng Ziwen to set the bed down, and sighed bitterly: "A perfectly good bed—this idiot jumps on it and snaps the crossbeam. What kind of thing is this…"

Zheng Ziwen stood nearby, head bowed, fingers tracing the bed's headboard—clearly embarrassed. His uncle had been polite, but it wasn't just one crossbeam broken—it was half the bed collapsed.

"Probably rotted from disuse," Zhang Su didn't know what else to say. This guy was truly a talent.

"Uh… I'll find some wood later and build you a new bed. Boss Zhang, why aren't you resting? What are you up to?"

Ding Yong could not only forge iron but also do basic carpentry—fine details were beyond him, but building a bed or wardrobe was no problem.

Zhang Su pointed toward the parking lot: "Got something to take care of outside. You guys keep busy."

"Wait a sec, Boss Zhang."

Ding Yong hurried to the courtyard gate as Zhang Su stepped away, smiling: "Forgive me for asking, but what are you going out for? Need a hand?"

"A hand?"

Zhang Su raised an eyebrow—he understood perfectly. He glanced at Zheng Ziwen, who remained expressionless, then saw Ding Yong's sheepish grin. Everything was clear.

"It's dangerous!"

Zhang Su said seriously—he was going out to capture zombies, not for fun.

"Dangerous? Then you definitely need someone to help!"

Ding Yong's wrinkled face broke into a shrewd smile. What a joke—where in this world wasn't there danger?

Zhang Su chuckled and pointed at Ding Yong, understanding his intent: he wanted Zhang Su to take Zheng Ziwen along—not necessarily to teach him, but to toughen him up.

This was no problem for Zhang Su. It added a little amusement to a dull task, and more importantly, he'd already secretly assigned Ding Yong a big job—so he didn't refuse.

Ding Yong saw Zhang Su's attitude and immediately turned to Zheng Ziwen: "Ziwen, come here! Your Uncle Zhang needs someone to assist him—go help!"

"Huh?"

Zheng Ziwen walked over, stunned, and blurted out: "Brother Zhang, the Yanluo King is so powerful—what could I possibly help with?"

After watching Zhang Su fight the nine members of the Feilang Gang, Zheng Ziwen's mind was filled with Zhang Su's battle form—he kept imagining himself as that, trying to use the law of attraction to grow stronger.

(End of Chapter)