Chapter 346 Informing the Three of Their Deaths

"Clang!"

With a single snip, Feng remained expressionless and didn't utter a sound.

The fat man, on the other hand, couldn't help but gasp.

It looks painful to him...

Everyone present frowned, feeling that even if they could endure the pain, they should at least utter a sound.

Unfortunately, the wind did not blow as they had hoped.

Li Shurou cut away at the rotten flesh with her scissors, disinfecting the affected area before each cut.

She disinfected the wound piece by piece, not daring to spray the disinfectant all over Feng's wound, for fear that doing so would cause Feng to faint from the pain.

However, she discovered that no matter how she treated the rotting flesh of the wind wound, this person mostly remained expressionless...

Even at the very end, when she opened up Feng's wound and started cutting inside, Feng merely frowned and didn't make a sound the entire time.

This pain, far beyond what ordinary people could endure, actually made Feng persevere.

During this time, no one dared to speak, for fear of affecting Li Shurou's work.

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"Phew~"

Li Shurou took another deep breath.

By this time, she had finished cutting away the last piece of rotten flesh from the wind wound.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, took out a needle and thread from the medical kit again, and began to stitch up Feng's wound.

Unbeknownst to him, Feng seemed to have completely adapted to the pain, and during the suturing process, he didn't even bother to frown.

The next second, he closed his eyes and sat still, as if this body was not his.

After Li Shurou finished stitching up the wound on Feng's shoulder, she applied some ointment and then gently wrapped several layers of bandage around it again.

After doing all this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had never seen a patient like this before, and the more silent Feng remained, the greater the pressure she felt.

"Alright, the wound has been treated, but the dressing still needs to be changed frequently every day."

"Once the necrotic tissue in your wound is removed, it should heal faster."

"However, your injury is too serious. You must avoid strenuous activity for the next period of time and need to rest for quite some time."

After she finished speaking, Feng slowly opened her eyes.

He nodded to Li Shurou and whispered two words.

"Thanks."

"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

Li Shurou waved her hand, packed up her medical kit, and turned to walk into the room.

She muttered to herself as she walked.

"It's really strange. This person's muscle tissue seems to be very active. The wound has been left unstitched for so long, yet the nervous system hasn't died yet."

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At this moment, Han Shuo saw Feng lean back on the sofa and close his eyes to rest again, so he waved to the people behind him.

Everyone understood and tiptoed out of the living room. They knew that the boss needed to rest and they shouldn't disturb him.

Before leaving, Han Shuo quietly left a bottle of mineral water for Feng on the coffee table, and then left the living room as well.

Then, in just a short while, he realized that everyone had disappeared...

Just as he walked near the stairs looking for someone, the fat man suddenly jumped down from above and dragged him upstairs.

Upon reaching the top floor, Han Shuo realized that everyone had gathered in the rooftop living room for a party.

...

After bringing Han Shuo up, the fat man could no longer contain his impatience and asked with an excited expression.

"Quickly, tell us what happened along the way, what was the final outcome in the underground research institute, and how you met this big shot?"

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Han Shuo.

Sure enough, everyone was curious about these things, but they hadn't found a suitable opportunity to ask because they were busy treating Feng.

Now that everyone has some free time, shouldn't we ask them for clarification?

They were all eager to know why Han Shuo had taken so long to arrive here, and how he had managed to bring back a big shot along the way...

...

Han Shuo shook his head with a wry smile. He sat down on a chair and, without keeping anyone in suspense, slowly recounted the whole story.

During this time, he first revealed the secret that the zombie king's heart contained black blood, as well as the reason for this disaster.

As for the past grievances between Yue Zongyang and the Zombie King, he didn't mention them in detail, just briefly mentioning them in two sentences, enough for everyone to understand.

After all, Yue Zongyang was in the wrong first, and those things belong to his dark history.

Han Shuo doesn't look back on the past, he only looks at the present.

Putting aside the mistakes Yue Zongyang made before, it is true that since the disaster, without his proper management of the underground research institute, and without his order to the guard team to rescue the survivors outside, the situation would have been very different.

It's likely that Han Shuo and his group will never encounter Qing Yu, their guide, and may not even know of the existence of the underground research institute.

Most importantly, Yue Zongyang solved the problem of nuclear radiation in the air, enabling them to escape from the underground research institute on the eve of its destruction and continue to survive outside...

In Han Shuo's heart, he still felt a great deal of gratitude towards this director.

Not revealing the deceased's dark past is the greatest respect one can show to the deceased.

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Then, ignoring the astonishment on everyone's faces, Han Shuo spoke again.

"Chief Steward Wang, the station chief has died in battle, and Wang Bahu should also be dead inside."

"Huh? Bald...bald head...no, is Steward Wang really dead?"

The fat man paused for a moment, his face clearly showing his displeasure.

Although he had anticipated this outcome, he was still very reluctant for Steward Wang to leave.

"The director is dead?"

Li Shurou murmured to herself with a sorrowful look in her eyes.

She was the one who cared more about Yue Zongyang than anyone else present.

Because she was a technician, she knew firsthand how formidable Yue Zongyang's skills were, and she regarded him as a role model...

"Wang Bahu is dead too?"

Cheng Shenghong frowned and muttered something.

At this moment, he couldn't say whether he was happy or sad; it was more like a mixture of joy and sorrow...

The good news was that his greatest enemy had disappeared, but the bad news was that he could no longer personally kill Wang Bahu to avenge his friends who had died.

Finally, seeing that he hadn't gotten the news he wanted from Han Shuo, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but ask a question.

"Brother Han, have you seen Captain Qingyu? How is Captain Qingyu?"

Han Shuo stood up, walked over, patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhao. Brother Qingyu and Brother Zheng Deliang have all evacuated from the underground research institute."

"Moreover, Brother Qingyu also inherited the director's identity card and became the leader of the survivors who escaped outside."

After saying this, Xiao Zhao shouted with joy.

"Really? That's wonderful, that's wonderful!"

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