Translator: transcendentwings
At first, it was only Qiao Siqi who was huddled into himself, maintaining this sleeping position as he groaned which woke Zhou Yilu up, and then the other couldn’t help grousing impatiently if he was afflicted with sleep paralysis ah. Then when it came to him wanting to go wash up, he felt dizzy as soon as he stood up and swayed, falling right back onto the futon.
Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng, and Qiao Siqi, who had been moaning for a long time, were still lying on that misbegotten bedding when Zhou Yilu came crashing down sideways on their stomachs, one by one, nearly making them vomit blood.
Song Fei, Qi Yan and Little Landmine who was sandwiched in between the two of them escaped by the skin of their teeth, but their ears were hollered awake by the tragic wails of their comrades-in-arms.
Qiao Siqi angrily went to shove Zhou Yilu’s head, attempting to move the other away, but it couldn’t be helped that he was weak and failed to push the other even after a long time, however he was still able to feel the abnormal heat radiating from the other’s forehead beneath his hands and his eyes widened in surprise: “You also have a fever?”
There were only five words in this sentence, but it contained rich connotations and multiple layers of emotions. Zhou Yilu first applied the “fever” label to himself, after mulling it over, he truly did feel that his head was muddled and a chill was raging all over his body; Then he considered the word “also”, and was struck by a sudden realization.
Slapping Qiao Siqi’s claws away, Zhou Yilu first touched his own forehead and then put his other hand on Qiao Siqi’s. Comparing the two, the unusual temperature was exactly the same.
“You passed it on to me?”
“. . . You have a delusional disorder ah.” Qiao Siqi was physically tormented by the illness, and was mentally attacked by his comrade at the same time, it was only too bad that he had no strength to snap back, so even his counter was weak.
Zhou Yilu became more and more dazed, he couldn’t organize his thoughts at all.
Qiao Siqi stabilized his mental faculties at a relatively low level, so he wasn’t completely wiped out after being sunken in a long-lasting bout of delirium: “I guess it was being buffeted by the winds in your building, I had felt uncomfortable at that time as well. . .”
“Zhou Yilu.” Li Jingyu’s feeble call abruptly resounded in his ear.
“Wait a second,” Zhou Yilu couldn’t make his brain concentrate on two different things at the moment, “Let me finish talking with him first.”
“Can you get up from our stomachs first and then continue with him ma.” Despite being pinned down to the point of vomiting blood, Wang Qingyuan’s voice remained indifferent and abstinent.
Luo Geng had to admit that pretentiousness was a gene imprinted in the bones and engraved in the flesh, it was just that he couldn’t accomplish it: “You’re so f*cking heavy!”
The turmoil in Wusheng Class 1 kicked off the scene of awakening in the kitchen, and soon the thirteen youths of the chemistry department and Wusheng Class 2 alighted from bed one after another—After the radio team had set off, the members of Class 2 that were left behind to hold the fort moved down, this was a pre-set decision. First, it made it easier to collectively guard the base camp, and secondly, it was more convenient to live downstairs. They won’t talk about other things, just going to the restroom was saved from the trouble of having to climb up and down.
In fact there was a third point, which was tacitly understood by everyone, yet no one dared to make it clear.
At first, the two classes had only met in the canteen by chance and couldn’t be considered to have had a tet-a-tet. To be precise, a kinship hadn’t been firmly established even amongst the Class 2 members themselves, so the relationship between them were at most considered to be more acquainted classmates and was still far from complete candor and intimacy.
Harboring kind intentions and yearning for the light was a basic commonality for the basis of the neighborly and friendly relations, but shared beliefs did not equate to friendship. If Class 2 wanted to partake of Class 1’s meals, they would take the initiative to offer their own cuisine in exchange instead of directly reaching their hand over; when Class 1 needed Class 2’s aid in singing, they would write a letter to request it instead of directly arranging the deployment; including the following battle plan for the radio, which was a scheme Class 2 brought down to Class 1 to politely discuss and they hadn’t even gotten straight to the point, rather they facilitated this smooth business transaction after a period of long preparation.
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So-called friendships require congeniality to establish the bones and overtime accumulations to form the flesh.
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“So it was you two who infected me.”
Zhou Yilu, who had finally clambered off of his comrades-in-arms with great difficulty and was facing the grunting Qiao Siqi with dismay, was so angry that he wished he could beat to declare his grievances—
“Feng Qibai, what you’re doing is called touching porcelain!”
Fortunately, good people still make up the majority in this world and the outspoken classmate Wu Zhou assisted in providing some clues: “Could it be from getting sprayed by Zhao He?”
Feng Qibai wrapped the clothing covering his body even more tightly with a doubtful expression: “Then why are you alright?”
This was a very difficult question, Wu-tongxue racked his brains and couldn’t figure it out. In the end, he could only earnestly apologize: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so healthy and sturdy.”
“. . .” Feng Qibai closed his eyes, maybe if he meditated and solidified his spirit, he’d be able to live a little longer.
Zhao He wanted to argue the moment he was betrayed by his friend from the same major, yet he opened his mouth several times in a row and still couldn’t even produce a sound. His eyes widened in fright and his expression was bewildered.
The thirteen youths of the chemistry department watched the Wusheng class bustle around as quietly as chickens. First, they placed the three feverish people side by side, covered them with clothes and then wrung out relatively clean rags partially soaked in cold water to place on their foreheads to lower their temperatures mechanically, and lastly boiled hot water to cook porridge.
After a busy afternoon, not only did the three of them not get any better, instead it took a turn for the worse and became more serious. Their bodies were clearly burning up pretty badly, but each of them kept clamoring that they were cold and their appearances of shrinking into a ball made the onlookers fall into despair.
The dozen or so people were no longer in a joking mood, and all looked concerned, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
Huang Mo said that after returning to the canteen and being able to finally relax completely, all the accumulated fatigue and state of getting exposed to a chill came crashing down. Wang Shan felt that it might not have just been attributed to a matter of looking for the radio for two days. In his opinion, it was a miracle that only three of these people who have been fighting up until now had fallen. One must know that their group nearly sacrificed half of their lives on the way from the Qiushi Building to the canteen. The feeling of panic hadn’t completely faded even now, let alone the fact that several of their classmates weren’t able to make it out from the laboratory alive.
These three will die, burned alive by the fever.
Not only Wang Shan, but all the students of the chemistry class also thought so. It wasn’t that they were pessimistic, but in the current situation, illness was a kind of force majeure, there was no doctor present and they didn’t have any medication, they could only resign themselves to fate.
In fact, so what if one didn’t get sick, the danger of getting bitten to death by a charging zombie could happen anytime, anywhere.
In the face of this unprecedented disaster, people were akin to ants. Those who survived until rescue arrived wasn’t attributed to their relative strength, it was only due to their strong luck.
“It can’t go on like this,” Wang Shan heard someone on that side announce, “We need to find medicine.”
Then the other two reacted promptly and exclaimed in unison: “The university hospital!”
—Strangling the throat of fate was a dangerous task. Choke it once, like the thirteen youths of the chemistry department had, one could be traumatized for a few years, wrangle it many times, such as the Wusheng classes and it will end up becoming a smooth operation as usual.
The university hospital was located on the northwest side of the campus. Strictly speaking, it couldn’t be regarded as part of the main campus because the blueprint for the campus of the university that Song Fei and the rest belonged to followed the sitting north facing south standard, was boxy, and even the roads were paved to face south and north or west and east squarely as accurately as possible, arranged like the character for well, but the area where the university hospital was located was an additional piece of land that was extraneously allocated on the northwest side used to accommodate the living quarters for retired professors and professors currently teaching along with their families. If one looked at it from a bird’s eye view, it would look like a large rectangular accompanied by a small circle. The distance between them were very close, but it neither intersected nor was it tangent and were merely connected to each other by a short, thin, straight line.
This line was the only connection between the professor’s dorms and the university hospital.
Rather than say that this hospital was the university’s hospital, it was more like a community hospital for the professor’s dorms. However, most of the retired faculty and staff were unwilling to move from the old campus in the city center, making most of the professors that lived there the young and healthy one, as such the doctors there received very few visitors or sick students on the weekdays and the professors who sought medical attention were even fewer and farther between such that the entire university hospital was rendered in a solemn and practically deserted state for a long time.
There was no time granted for the companions to deliberate it too much and the people who were arranged to seek the pharmaceuticals were soon finalized—Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng.
The number of people was set as four because this time everything must be resolved swiftly. If there were too many people, the possibilities of unexpected complications would also increase which would slow down their speed; On the other hand if there were too few people, the risk factor would be higher and that would lower their success rate.
The four of them were selected because Song Fei was familiar with the campus terrain, Qi Yan had the highest comprehensive quality for experience, skill, and brains among the remaining healthy comrades-in-arms, while Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also had a certain level of combat effectiveness also because they have been resting and building up their strength up until now and were now full of energy.
In Class 1, only Lin Dilei and Li Jingyu remained behind to take care of Zhou Yilu and Qiao Siqi.
The entirety of Class 2 were staying behind this time, Huang Mo was the stabilizing force, Zhao He’s larynx was on the verge of death, Feng Qibai couldn’t afford to get sick, He Zhiwen lacked the strength to truss a chicken, and Fu Xiyuan lacked experience in engaging in combat with zombies, but had no problems getting into a tussle, so if there were any surviving classmates who barge in harboring nefarious intentions, he could join forces with Wu Zhou to take care of them.
After they finished gearing up, the sun set as dusk approached.
Luo Geng asked Zhao He to return his military blade and the latter was reluctant to give it up, but had no choice but to hand it over.
There was only one bottle of Hualu Shui remaining and the four of them discussed it for a long time, and ultimately decided not to spray it on. Only to have Lin Dilei spray Chanel on them without any advance notice, whose fragrance supposedly lasted much longer than the Six God and as a bonus, its scent would also become more and more seductive and alluring as a result of being mixed with sweat.
The four male classmates exchanged glances, you peeking at me and I peer at you, they could detect the despair of having nothing left to live for in each other’s eyes through the goggles.
After they finished charging the cell phones and equipped themselves with flashlights, ropes, simple rations, gas masks, mop-spears, fruit knives, scissors, utility knives, military daggers, metal chopsticks, and the CHANEL perfume. . . The thirteen youths of the chemistry department stood agape as they watched the Wusheng class become armored up piece by piece, stuffing tools into their backpacks and slipping weapons into their waistbands, it was truly an eye-opener, an acme of perfection.
This was not a motley army, this was a f*cking well-equipped independent regiment!!!
Still recovering from the shock, Wang Shan only felt that he was shrouded in a shadow, peering upwards, it was Song Fei.
The one who approached was standing while he was sitting, making him lose a lot in terms of momentum alone, especially with the fierce look on Song Fei’s face: “You still have bombs?”
“I can’t give them to you!” Wang Shan blurted out the refusal, almost subconsciously. After he declared that, he felt that it was somewhat awkward and added in a quiet mutter, “This is the only thing we can defend ourselves with.”
He couldn’t blame anyone and could only blame himself for not having a friendly and honest face.
“No one is going to rob you,” Song Fei sighed, hurt, “It’s best that you have some left, this thing will be needed to be used for the canteen.”
“Then won’t we also ascend to heaven along with the canteen?”
“Who wanted you to actually detonate it ah!”
The so-called temporary partnering was defined by utterly, lacking, any, tacit, understanding.
“If new survivors arrive, you don’t need to mind those who come in peace, but if someone wants to stir up trouble, no need to be polite, just flash those weapons of mass destruction.”
“When would be the best time to expose them?”
“Listen to Huang Mo.”
“Only reveal them?”
“Other, wise, ne!”
After taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Song Fei felt a little calmer internally.
“Remember,” a palm firmly clasped onto Wang Shan’s shoulder, “If the bomb is detonated, that’s called returning to the Western Paradise together, only if it isn’t blown up will it be considered an imperial sword.”
Huang Mo showed a gratified smile.
This wasn’t the first time that the comrades in the Wusheng class had laid witness to Song Fei’s cunning and treachery, but it would still invoke fresh feelings every time.
Zhao He wasn’t very concerned about the bomb and only persisted in tugging on Qi Yan’s sleeve, repeatedly in a pitiful manner.
Reluctantly withdrawing the indescribable gaze he had cast on his BF, Qi Yan clasped the hand on his sleeve: “Don’t worry, I won’t forget your anti-inflammatory medicine.”
Zhao He instantly felt relieved, even more at ease than if Song Fei had given him a hundred promises. Sure enough, this was boyfriend power at the MAX ah. . .
Uh, he kept feeling as if there was something odd about that sentence.
Author’s Chapter Summary:
Seeking medical attention and pharmaceuticals from the university hospital, uniting logistics to guard the homeland capital!
The translator has something to say: SF and QY really make for a powerful tag team and I’m also surprised that QY didn’t get sick from his hardships when he went to save SF and HZW
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