Chapter 122 An eye for an eye is a weapon powerful enough to burn even the smallest piece of armor...

An eerie silence descended upon the ward once more.

Not only Liang Jun, but everyone else was also surprised that he would reveal this "secret" matter directly, and everyone's expressions were varied.

But these "flowers" are all rotten.

Qi Zhixia seemed to want to remind the other party, so she coughed twice with her fist clenched to her mouth, but Lao Ren was completely unaware of it.

Gu Keke glared at him fiercely, "Can you please stop telling everyone everything?"

"ah……"

Old Ren, slow to realize what was happening, glanced awkwardly at Zhang Weiming beside him, only to meet his probing gaze. Old Ren had no choice but to back down first.

He stealthily climbed back into his seat and stammered, "I thought... this wasn't a secret anymore..."

"Yes, of course it's not a secret."

Zhang Weiming naturally picked up the conversation, making it seem as if he were quite familiar with the person, "Do you still consider me an outsider?"

Ge Lin, unable to contain his anger, blurted out, "You've always been an outsider!"

Seeing that Zhang Weiming's face was about to darken again, Xin Sang decided to take the initiative this time.

"Look at you, getting impatient again!" She first scolded the other person for being petty, and then resorted to her usual tactic, "Why bother arguing with a child..."

If this tactic were used on someone else, it would likely result in accusations of "moral blackmail."

But it wouldn't work on Zhang Weiming, because Xin Sang knows very well that this is called "an eye for an eye".

Sure enough, the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat, unable to come out or come back in. His face turned a liverish color from the frustration, looking particularly comical under the bright red light.

But Zhang Weiming's advantage lies in his strong enough heart, which allows him to process his negative emotions in a short time and switch back to a kind facade to deal with others, even in such a difficult situation.

The impatience in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by his usual cheerful expression.

"You're being too polite. Everyone knows I genuinely want to work with you all to get through this." Seemingly feeling his argument wasn't convincing enough, Zhang Weiming nudged Lao Ren, who had just settled into his seat, with his elbow. "Right, Lao Ren?"

Old Ren felt a chill run down his spine at that moment, like an animal that had developed a stereotyped behavior, and all he could do was nod repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Watching the two of them sing and dance in harmony, Liang Jun crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave a cold snort.

What utter nonsense about "just following Lao Ren" and "not delaying everyone's actions"—it's all blind rubbish!

Zhang Weiming had made a meticulous plan from the very beginning. He was like a horsehair worm seeking a host. Once the other party was controlled by him, they would only face the tragic fate of having their brains eroded by the horsehair worm.

But clearly, he made a mistake.

Liang Xun withdrew her gaze, gently closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind of the scene she had just witnessed.

What Zhang Weiming was looking for was a praying mantis that could control him to commit suicide by diving into the water.

But Leung Yung is fire, a fire strong enough to burn everything in its path.

Zhang Weiming had no idea what she was thinking. His eyes scanned the crowd, and through the subtle expressions on everyone's faces, he deduced that the so-called propofol was likely a prop on the doctor.

So he stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point, "Doctor, what exactly is this propofol you're talking about? Is it really that powerful? Could you show me what it looks like?"

His three questions, like arrows, shot straight at Geng Qing.

But Zhang Weiming underestimated one thing—

Geng Qing is an invulnerable shield.

She slowly raised her eyes, and the phoenix eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses suddenly exuded an imposing aura.

"I'm sorry, we have no obligation to inform you."

All three arrows fired at high speed missed the target, none hitting the crosshair.

No matter how strong his mental defenses were, he couldn't withstand the repeated setbacks.

Zhang Weiming subconsciously touched his nose, as if to wipe away the dust from the bump.

Still unwilling to give up, he decided to throw the problem back to Lao Ren, who was standing next to him.

After all, the easy targets are always the easiest to bully.

But when Lao Ren saw the spearhead suddenly turn on him, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak properly, "I...I...I..."

He was stammering when he realized that everyone in room 717 was staring at him.

Even the zombie with its eyes gouged out was staring straight at him.

Old Ren's mental defenses collapsed first; he was almost scared to death.

"I...I...I don't know..." Old Ren mumbled incoherently, his hands and feet flailing erratically. "It's nothing important, I just said it offhand, just pretend I farted... Please, please, please don't ask me anymore..."

Seeing that the other party had cut their losses in time and had not revealed any more key information, everyone decided to let it go and not pursue the matter further.

But in a corner unseen by them, Zhang Weiming reached behind Lao Ren's waist, revealing a gleaming silver tip at the end of his long sleeve, pointing directly at the skin and flesh behind his waist.

Old Ren froze on the spot, everything about him was put on pause except for the beads of sweat still rolling down his face.

But Zhang Weiming acted as if nothing had happened, still wearing a seemingly honest smile as he looked at everyone, as if everything that had happened to Lao Ren had nothing to do with him.

He said nothing, yet he said everything.

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While waiting for them to arrive, Liang Jun and the others had already turned ward 717 upside down.

Apart from the zombies that were still following the sound and showed no signs of fatigue, there was nothing in the room that was worth using.

So after everyone had gathered, Liang Jun immediately began the next grouping process.

Zhang Weiming will definitely be tied to Lao Ren, and Xin Sang will have to monitor Lao Ren's every move—the three of them definitely cannot be classified into Liang Jun's team.

Qi Zhixia has developed a very serious post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, from Zhang Weiming. Whenever the two of them make eye contact, Qi Zhixia will tremble uncontrollably—so Qi Zhixia can only keep her distance from them.

After much deliberation, the only option this time is to have Ge Lin replace Luo Chuange and Jiang Zhiling replace Gu Keke.

The two, who had already communicated beforehand, had no objections. Luo Chuange and Gu Keke also expressed their willingness to return to Liang Jun's team.

Throughout the entire team, the only one who felt dissatisfied was Zhang Weiming—because Ge Lin would always target him from time to time, and whenever this happened, Xin Sang would always bring up the "he's just a child" get-out-of-jail-free card.

But Liang Jun didn't care about any of this and quickly issued the next round of room search tasks.

Xin Sang led the search of ward 716, while Liang Jun and the others went straight to ward 715. Afterwards, they met up again in ward 714.

With the experience from the previous two times, everyone's actions were much more efficient this time, and the efficiency of the "entering the corridor" and "testing the ward" steps was significantly improved.

Liang Jun instructed the people behind her to conduct a thorough search for clues first, and then exchange the information they had obtained after everything had been checked.

But the system won't let them have their way.

After checking three or four wards in succession, they still found nothing, which inevitably dampened everyone's morale.

Gu Keke slumped dejectedly in a corner of the hospital bed, listlessly fiddling with the neatly made sheets. "It's so clean it's like a rented room you could just move into, there's nothing there... I'd even give you a zombie if you wanted..."

After blurting out those words without thinking, Gu Keke realized how big of a mistake she had made and repeatedly blamed herself, "Pah, pah, pah, pretend I didn't say anything!"

Liang Jun ignored her little incident and waved to them, drawing everyone together.

She first gave a brief overview of the "Zhang Weiming's falsified medical condition" incident that Geng Qing had mentioned. Fortunately, Geng Qing was still by her side, so Liang Jun did not encounter any major problems in explaining it.

Then, she turned her concerns to Luo Chuange, "I remember you said before that when Lao Ren met Zhang Weiming, he called him an 'old acquaintance'—why didn't you tell us this back then?"

It seemed as if a long-ago memory had been brought up again. Luo Chuange subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, thought for a few seconds, then clapped his hands together and started talking.

"I remember now!"

He continued, “After the two of them greeted each other, I did ask Lao Ren who the other person was, but he didn’t tell me Zhang Weiming’s name. He only said that he was an old acquaintance from the real world, and I didn’t expect that the other person was still alive. From my point of view, this was originally a great thing, so I thought I would send a message to you in the group so that everyone would know about it; but as soon as I sent it, Lao Ren saw it and asked me to take it back, saying that this was his own private matter and there was no need to put it on the table. He didn’t want this matter to become a big deal.”

"I put myself in their shoes for a moment, and realized that these were indeed their own social relationships. It wouldn't have been appropriate for me to so presumptuously disclose them to everyone, so I retracted those two messages—"

At this point, Luo Chuange clutched his head in deep regret, "If I had known that person was Zhang Weiming, I should have told you immediately!"

Even though all the doubts had been resolved without any difficulty, the tangled mess deep in Liang Xun's mind became even more complicated.

She remembered the message notification he inexplicably withdrew in the group chat, but she didn't think much of it at the time.

If what Luo Chuange said is true, it means that Lao Ren met Zhang Weiming and made contact on the very first day the "Never Die" group chat was created.

But Liang Jun knew that things would not be that simple.

Because she remembered the chat window with "Zhang Weiming" that she had inadvertently glimpsed—

Prior to this, Lao Ren had already had close contact with Zhang Weiming.

With that thought in mind, Liang Jun took a deep breath, turned around and left the crowd, walking towards the window.

If that's really the case, then Zhang Weiming's joining is by no means accidental, nor is it a collaboration that Lao Ren was unwilling to make.

Rather, it was a long-term, meticulous, and foolproof plan for the two of them.

Liang Jun turned around, wanting to share her deduction with everyone, "Everyone, I think..."

But the teammates who were just together have suddenly disappeared.

Only a swaying figure remained, lingering at the ward door—

His hair was completely white, his back was hunched, and he was wearing a full set of hospital gowns.

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Author's note: Good news! Mint's stomach pain is finally gone!

I have a reasonable suspicion that I ate too much the past few days...