"You hired someone to harm us?" Song Ziming tied the man up, staring at him menacingly.

The man's mouth was covered, and he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. A pool of indescribable liquid appeared under his pants.

Song Ziming kicked it away: "You've defiled our place."

The man sobbed bitterly, his eyes filled with utter despair. He truly hadn't expected this family to be so powerful, that even Brother Fang and his group were no match for them. He knew he shouldn't have come back; although life at the White Tiger Base was tough and tiring, at least he could survive.

"Aunt Song, what do you suggest we do with him?"

"Ha!" Song Xia summoned two zombies, who dragged the man away quickly, and they disappeared without a trace in a short while.

Song Ziming sighed, "I have to clean again. What bad luck."

Despite saying that, he was incredibly quick and efficient, cleaning up all the traces of the fight in no time. When he had time, he even made cat trees for the cats.

The kittens really liked them, and Song Zi'an and Song Ziqing kept circling around them.

However, perhaps because heaven saw that they were living too smoothly, Song Zi'an's breathing suddenly became rapid as he was laughing.

"Big brother, second sister!" Song Ziqing was the first to notice something was wrong and cried out for help.

"What's wrong?"

Song Ziqi's expression changed drastically: "Zian seems to have had a heart attack. Where's the medicine? Quickly give Zian two pills."

“Here it is.” Song Ziyang quickly took it. Although Zi’an’s breathing gradually became calm, his heart was very anxious.

"Zi'an doesn't have much medicine left."

These words silenced everyone. Among them, Zile and Zian were the most heartbreaking and worrying.

When Song's mother adopted them, apart from the eldest brother Song Ziming, there were only three girls who were abandoned without any illness: Song Ziyang was missing an arm, Song Zile had autism, and Song Zian had congenital heart disease.

When Song's mother named Zile, she hoped he would be happy and fit in with everyone. Although Zile still likes to be independent, he can now communicate with others and his symptoms have obviously improved a lot.

But no one knows the answer to Zi'an's heart disease. If only Zi'an could be as peaceful and safe as his name suggests!

"Heh!" Song Xia stood up, and Song Zile also looked towards the door. Someone else had come.

"May we stay here?" Min Hui could tell from looking at the villa area that people lived here. It was really strange that they could live here for so long without much protection. The people living here must be extraordinary.

Song Ziming went out to respond: "Whatever, just don't bother us."

Min Hui clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you."

Song Ziming nodded and went inside to continue discussing countermeasures with everyone: "What do we do now? Although Zian doesn't have an attack all the time, no one can guarantee that this medicine will still be effective if he has an attack next time."

"Big brother, I'm fine." Song Zi'an smiled weakly. "Haven't I always pulled through like this?"

"Don't talk, just rest for a bit."

"How about we go to those bases?" Song Ziyang looked out the door. "Aren't they said that there are many survivors gathered in those bases? Maybe there are doctors there, or maybe they've already got electricity and built new hospitals."

“We can give it a try.” Song Ziying nodded in agreement.

Song Ziqi looked at Song Ziming: "Big brother, what do you think?"

"It seems everyone has the same thought. The only concern now is whether their testing methods can detect the mother's abnormality?"

Everyone fell silent. Song Zi'an pursed his lips and resolutely refused to go: "I don't want my mother to take risks for me. I won't go. I will take good care of myself and will definitely be careful not to cry or laugh too much or do strenuous exercise in the future."

“Go.” Song Xia looked him straight in the eyes, her tone firm. “Go.”

Song Ziqi offered a solution: "How about this, big brother? I'll go with you to the base with Zi'an, and Song's mother, Ziyang, Ziying, Zile, and Ziqing can find a place to stay that's close to the base."

"There is still a risk of being discovered, so I won't go. Besides, I don't know if my heart disease can be cured, so there's no guarantee that going will help."

"Zi'an, don't be stubborn."

Everyone nodded, clearly approving of Song Ziqi's plan.

Song Ziming stood up and said, "A group of people moved into the next room. They look like they came from the base. Why don't I go and ask them about their situation?"

"Big brother, I'll go with you."

The brother and sister knocked on the door next door. Min Hui, seeing the two teenagers, asked in as gentle a voice as possible, "Is there something you need?"

"Did you come from the White Tiger Base?"

"You know about the White Tiger Base?"

"Hmm, someone told me you're from the White Tiger Base, right?"

I guess so.

Song Ziming frowned slightly. What did he mean by "consider it"? But that didn't stop him from asking the question he wanted to ask.

"So, does the White Tiger Base have doctors and hospitals right now?"

"Is anyone sick or injured?"

"Why do you always ask me questions?" Song Ziming hated this way of speaking. If he didn't need someone's help right now, he would have turned around and left immediately.

Min Hui chuckled, his pre-apocalyptic occupational habit kicking in again. He patiently explained, "There are doctors and hospitals in the base that can meet basic medical needs. It's just that medical treatment in the base is quite expensive. You know, in the apocalypse, all kinds of resources are very scarce."

"Can heart disease be cured? Congenital heart disease."

Min Hui was taken aback: "I really don't know, after all, I'm not a doctor either, but there is indeed a cardiologist in the base's hospital, you can go and ask him."

"Thanks."

"Young man, are you going? We're going back too, we can go together."

Song Ziming was about to say no, but the man's next sentence made it impossible for him to refuse.

“We know the way and can get back to the White Tiger Base as quickly as possible. You haven’t been there before, and if you go alone, it will probably take you a lot of time.”

Song Ziming and Song Ziqi exchanged a glance and then nodded. The delay was a minor matter; their real concern was that Zian might fall ill midway through.

Next, they started packing their things, and Min Hui and the others realized that these kids had actually collected so many supplies.

"Do you need any help? I was worried that you wouldn't have enough resources to exchange for supplies when you got to the base. This is more than enough."

Song Ziming did not refuse, but sincerely said thank you.

"Beautiful lady, you're incredibly strong," Min Hui's companion exclaimed sincerely to Ye Qiu. "Have you awakened a strength-type superpower?"

"Mmm." Amidst the tense atmosphere surrounding Song Ziming and the others, Song Xia responded softly.

Min Hui chuckled: "Don't worry, they're very sensible and won't do anything reckless."

Song Ziming was taken aback. Did they mistakenly think they would be jealous and afraid that Song's mother would be taken away? But this misunderstanding was good, so that they wouldn't notice Song's mother's abnormality.

The goods filled two large trucks and an SUV, and it took so many people a whole day to load them all. That evening, after they finished moving everything, Song Ziqi cooked a big meal for everyone. The next morning, they were going to the White Tiger Base, and they didn't know what they would encounter.