Chen Yajing did what she said, and the news came on the third day.
The patrol team found an abandoned coast guard ship on the coast, and it has been towed to the port for cleaning up. Just waiting for the supplies, fresh water and equipment to be transported up, it can go to sea.
The whole tube of pale red serum was pushed to the bottom, Ning Yu pulled out the needle, and Chen Yajing took a long breath.
The office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground. Wan Biao and other cronies stood around with guns. After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yajing's face changed suddenly, she seemed to be in great pain, and she grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair suddenly.
"… what… "
"Ya Jing!"
"Miss Chen!"
"Ah..." Chen Yajing panted violently, her body trembled constantly, and the back of her hands burst into blue veins.
The blanket on her leg slid down, and the muscles in her legs that had been slack due to paralysis began to gradually stretch. After a few seconds, she pressed the armrest of the wheelchair and stood up slightly!
Wan Biao lost his voice in surprise: "It worked?!"
Ning Yu said flatly, "Wait!"
After Chen Yajing left the wheelchair for a few centimeters, her face was blue and red, and her arms began to tremble. Then, under the anxious gaze of everyone, she suddenly lost her strength and sat back in the wheelchair again!
With a bang, the cronies rushed to help, but Ning Yu raised her hand to stop it.
The extreme pain caused Chen Yajing's face to convulse, the scar on her left cheek was twisted, and cold sweat dripped down her pale cheek layer by layer, looking a bit ugly and terrifying. But no one around looked sideways. On the contrary, everyone looked solemn, and Wan Biao closed his eyes heavily.
A few minutes later, the pain of the wave-like waves finally subsided gradually, Chen Yajing let out a sigh of relief, and leaned back in the wheelchair.
"...Failed again," Ning Yu said hoarsely, putting down the empty needle.
Wan Biao's disappointment is hard to hide: "Why is this happening, Dr. Ning, didn't you say that vaccine research has made breakthroughs and is approaching success?!"
Ning Yu wanted to explain something, but was stopped by Chen Yajing:
"Don't be like this, Wan Biao..." She said tiredly, "It's not Ning Yu's fault."
As soon as she grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair with all her strength, she sat up, glanced over every solemn face in the office, and smiled sadly: "From the moment we received the virus injection, we knew that anything was possible. It happened, and I'm still sitting here, it's a very good result, isn't it? At least we have hope of success."
"No, Yajing." Ning Yu packed the medical box, stood up, and said slowly, "Your immune system can no longer withstand more transformations and experiments. Even if you fail again, it may be fatal. You will die at any time. Immune disorders, or worse…”
"You will be completely zombie." He finally said this sentence with difficulty in the shocked eyes of the surrounding.
Wan Biao roared, "Dr. Ning!"
Chen Yajing lowered her eyes slightly.
Ning Yu said: "I am sure that the research direction of vaccines is correct, but the evolutionary history of primates has never encountered such a powerful and deadly virus, so that the fragile immune system of human beings simply cannot generate a strong enough and antibodies. I thought Romuel's serum would allow me to completely perfect the vaccine, but Romuel clearly has..."
He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, as if trying to restrain his emotions, shook his head and stopped talking.
"Yes, Ning Yu." Chen Yajing said calmly, "Sometimes there is a long, slim, decades or even a few generations between 'close to success' and 'actual success'. The Black Death that ravaged the European continent from the 14th to the 18th centuries, the smallpox that killed the Egyptian pharaohs three thousand years ago, HIV for which no effective cure has yet been found, and Ebola, which is still helpless... If someone told me the zombie virus would I wouldn't be surprised if it persisted on Earth for hundreds of years."
"But," she said, "that doesn't mean my generation can just sit here and wait for it to die off the planet over time. We still have to fight it to the death."
The office was very quiet, except for the sound of people breathing one after another.
The door was knocked twice.
"Come in."
A guard stepped in, hurried over, and said softly, "Miss Chen, the Captain Zhou you want to invite is here and is waiting outside."
Chen Yajing and Ning Yu quickly exchanged glances and asked the guard, "Where's the guy named Sinan next to him?"
"I didn't follow."
Wan Biao motioned to his subordinates and led them into the other door of the office quietly - it was a separate rest room.
It was not until the door of the lounge was closed that Chen Yajing nodded to the guard: "Please come in, Captain Zhou."
The guards took orders.
Ning Yu stepped back with the medicine box, and looked at Chen Yajing's pale face. Zhou Rong's footsteps from far to near were heard outside the door, and Ning Yu opened her mouth, her voice soft and clear: "It's the last time."
Chen Yajing smiled and said, "It should be said that there is at least one last chance."
Zhou Rong pushed open the door and entered.
Ning Yu made a sharp turn, and the white coat fluttered in an arc, passing Zhou Rong, but without looking at anyone, he strode out of the office.
"..." Zhou Rong watched Ning Yu walk away quickly in the corridor. He seemed a little surprised. He looked back at Chen Yajing and said, "Miss Chen is not feeling well?"
"It's just a routine physical examination," Chen Yajing raised her hand to signal, "Please sit down."
Zhou Rong said, "It's fine, I'll just stand."
Zhou Rong was wearing a black short jacket, jeans, high-top military boots, and fingerless sniper gloves. He was very lean, which made his height look oppressive. Chen Yajing narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, and smiled for a long time: "I suddenly realized that Captain Zhou has never sat down in front of me."
"Is it?"
"Can I ask the reason? Is it because I feel that something is wrong with me, and out of the instinct of a warrior, I am ready to act or evacuate at any time?"
When Chen Yajing asked this, her tone was calm, even with a hint of curiosity. Zhou Rong looked at her condescendingly, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced around the entire office in an instant. After a while, he smiled and shook his head: "No, soldiers are used to standing."
Chen Yajing nodded to indicate that she accepted the explanation, with a very natural attitude: "Okay Captain Zhou."
She paused, then added: "I invited you here today to discuss with you about the supplies to go to sea... I wrote a list, which is the best help I can provide at present, please take a look at it. ."
Chen Yajing opened the folder, pressed a piece of paper with two fingers, and pushed it gently from the table to Zhou Rong.
·
Meanwhile, in front of the cafeteria.
A pair of gloves full of oil grabbed the axle, and Sinan slid out of the chassis and wiped off his sweat.
He only wore a black vest, revealing the white muscle lines of his upper body; because of the lying posture, the thin fabric of the vest covered the outline of the flat and firm abdominal muscles.
Yan Hao looked away unnaturally: "How is it?"
"wrench."
Yan Hao took out the wrench from the toolbox and handed it over, and Sinan slid into the bottom of the car again.
At noon, the golden sun shines on the open space, the sand and dust on the playground in the distance is slightly raised, and the crowds wearing thin jackets pass by in twos and threes, and the air has a little warmth of early spring.
"Do you want to help?" Yan Hao squatted and asked.
Sinan's voice came from the bottom of the car: "No."
"… I'll go get you something to drink?"
"Do not."
Yan Hao was at a loss, but after a while, he confirmed again:
"You really don't want to help?"
Sinan stuck his head out and said seriously, "I really don't need to, I can handle it myself."
Sinan was lying down, Yan Hao was squatting, the two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Sinan couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you help Chuncao repair that bus? I can really do it myself, or your self-esteem as an Alpha. Can't you just watch me fix the car alone?"
"No," Yan Hao said helplessly, "the captain explained that I must never let you alone, so it's my task to stare at you... Although I think it's just a form of mental torture."
"?"
"Can see or not," Yan Hao murmured, "It's better to have a good fight."
Sinan reached for the screwdriver, got back into the car and said, "I don't know, but the beatings, competition, sadomasochism and masochism between the two of you are probably fun, I don't really want to understand this. ."
Yan Hao squatted on the ground and supported his forehead, almost losing his strength: "That's the obedience relationship between superiors and subordinates in the army..."
"In the eyes of ordinary people," Sinan couldn't help laughing: "This is called SM."
Sinan rattled for a long time, finally screwed the last screw, slipped out of the car and got into the cab, shifted gears and stepped on the clutch.
The armored car engine started with a dull roar.
"Okay!" Sinan took off the glove full of oil and threw it casually: "I'll have someone change the bumper and the headlights later, and that's it."
Yan Hao leaned against the door with his hands behind his back. His melancholy expression made it difficult to tell whether he saw through the world or gave up on himself. After a while, he finally gathered up his courage: "Can I ask you a question?"
Sinan: "I've never loved."
"..." Yan Hao was helpless: "No no, I want to ask why you chose the captain in the end... It's really just because when you were stuck in Changsha, it was the captain, not me, who jumped out of the helicopter and found you in the end. ?"
Simon paused slightly when he pulled out the car key.
The rich and lush rainforest breath of the boyhood is wrapped in the breeze in the early spring afternoon, slowly blowing towards the face.
But it is a sweet and sour secret, like the fragrance of ripe wild fruit, which is long and secretly kept in my heart, unwilling to share it with anyone.
"That's not true," Sinan laughed.
Yan Hao held the car door, leaned slightly and stared at him, Sinan rested his chin on his elbow on the steering wheel: "When I passed through T city that afternoon and rescued you from the parking lot..."
"I drove a locomotive across the street, and you guys drove an armored car to meet him. Zhou Rong threw a hook on the roof, caught me in the air, and rolled into the carriage at the same time."
"—That was the first time I met you. The first person I saw was Zhou Rong." Sinan said leisurely, "It may have been doomed from then on."
Yan Hao now feels as if he wants to see through the red dust, but there is still a trace of unwillingness to admit defeat: "Then if the person who found you in Changsha was me, and the road was blocked by heavy snow halfway, the person by your side would also be me..."
"Who knows?" Sinan asked back: "The fact is that that person is Zhou Rong. All the assumptions do not exist objectively, do they?"
- What he said is actually very reasonable, and Yan Hao also understands what he means.
Only Zhou Rong had the determination and ability to open the hatch and jump off at that time, and only Zhou Rong could carefully, calmly, and tenaciously search for two days and two nights in the heart of the zombies, and finally succeeded in taking the delirious Sinan away.
Any link must be completed by Zhou Rong, so all assumptions and possibilities will not actually happen, or even if they happen, they will not lead to the final result.
Yan Hao was a little disappointed and sighed.
Sinan leaned over and patted his shoulder, jumped out of the car, and asked very considerately, "I'm going to buy you something to drink?"
"No, I have to go with you." Yan Hao hugged the car door tightly and said sadly, "But I need some time to digest it... Just wait for me for three minutes... "
"beer?"
"Hmm. Wait-"
Yan Hao turned around and wanted to follow him, but Sinan stopped him: "No, I still want to change clothes, do you want to come too?"
Yan Hao: "..."
"In the eyes of ordinary people," Sinan said solemnly, "this is called sexual harassment."
Yan Hao had to stay where he was to digest his youth that had nowhere to go and his first love that had gone away with the wind. Sinan walked into the cafeteria, brushed his face and ordered a beer at the canteen, and went to the bathroom to change a T-shirt while waiting.
The black vest was covered with dirt and dust. Sinan put it on the side of the sink, carefully rinsed the black oil in his hands, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure not far away.
—It's Dr. Zheng.
Dr. Zheng stood under the tree outside the canteen's bathroom, looked around, seemed to hesitate, and then waved to Sinan.
Have something to say
There was no one at the back door of the cafeteria. The neighborhood was quiet and quiet. Not far away, there was the sound of the kitchen aunt washing dishes and chattering.
Going around the front yard of the cafeteria, the armored car was parked in the open space. Yan Hao was full of his lovelorn grief and forcefully removed the deformed bumper.
Sinan turned off the rattling faucet, wiped it on his trousers, and walked towards Dr. Zheng.