Chapter 183 The Original Female Lead Who Was Used as Cannon Fodder 33

Having just experienced a major battle, the base was filled with the lingering fear and exhaustion of war, and everyone's mood was gloomy and heavy.

However, as Ruan Yunzhen walked by gracefully, it was as if a beam of light pierced through the dark clouds, and the gloomy world suddenly became clear, even the scorching air became refreshing.

Without needing any encouraging words, the barren hearts of everyone who witnessed this scene were revitalized.

Noticing the pilgrims' gazes on the street, which resembled those of a pilgrim, Lin Wuque, unusually, did not feel angry, but rather felt honored.

Because his feelings were the deepest.

Her existence is like the first ray of dawn, rekindling the flame of life in the dead ashes.

Wherever the snow-white figure passed, the anxiety receded like the tide, and tender buds of hope quietly sprouted in everyone's heart.

Noticing all this, a smile appeared on Zhao Chenxiao's face, a smile that was pure and unadulterated.

"Thank you, Miss Ruan."

Ruan Yunzhen slightly curled the corners of her lips, but remained silent.

Although Lin Wuque turned the tide during this zombie siege, there were still quite a few injured people. In addition to the original medical station, two adjacent buildings were enclosed to accommodate all the injured.

At this time, a large number of soldiers and superhumans were stationed outside the three buildings to prevent any unforeseen events.

The group entered one of the buildings, and upon hearing the noise, someone turned to look.

Through the window, you could see that these people's eyes were filled with numbness and death, without a trace of light.

Even when he saw Ruan Yunzhen, his eyes only lit up for a moment before quickly fading away.

Zhao Chenxiao wiped his face and said with difficulty, "This building is inhabited by ordinary soldiers and low-level superhumans."

The rate at which the zombie virus spreads is directly related to the difference in level.

The greater the level difference between the injured person and the zombie, the faster the zombie will turn into a zombie.

Although the base managed to slow down their transformation process with antidotes, a deathly gray aura gradually crept onto their faces, like plaster peeling away little by little, eroding their vitality.

The Saviors' Base has always been stingy and has never been willing to sell large quantities of antidotes to the same stronghold.

Even if they surprisingly relent, these injured people might not survive until the medicine arrives.

After all, death waits for no one.

So these people have long since resigned themselves to their fate and are just waiting to die.

But now, they have a new lease on life.

Ruan Yunzhen called out, "Lin Wuque."

A wisp of inconspicuous white smoke silently emerged and disappeared into the body of a soldier in front.

This is a young soldier, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a touch of immaturity in his eyes and brows, but his body is already stained with the marks of gunpowder.

A grotesque scratch mark, about the length of a finger, ran across his cheek, its edges tinged with an ominous bluish-gray.

At this moment, the festering wound was oozing murky pus and blood, emitting a faint stench of decay.

But as the white barley seeped into his body, the bluish-gray color that had spread across his face receded rapidly like a tide. At the site of the festering wound, new flesh and skin intertwined and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a pale pink mark in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the death aura around him had dissipated, and even the smallest wounds had disappeared without a trace, as if the zombie-like traces from before were just an illusion.

Zhao Chenxiao's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared intently at the almost miraculous scene before him, his knuckles unconsciously clenching so tightly that he didn't even realize his nails were digging deep into his palms.

"This...this is really..." His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Even though he was prepared, seeing this scene in person still gave him a jolt, leaving him both surprised and delighted.

Since the apocalypse, he had become numb to watching his comrades turn into zombies one by one before his eyes. Even with the antidote from the Savior Base, only a few were saved. Most of them were buried forever under this scorched earth soaked in blood.

The young soldier also noticed the changes in himself; he felt as if all the stagnation had been lifted and he had been reborn.

He touched his face, incredulous, and said, "I...I'm healed? I don't have to die?"

Those who witnessed this were instantly abuzz with excitement. The numbness in their eyes faded, and as they looked at Ruan Yunzhen and the others, the desire to survive rekindled in their eyes.

Ruan Yunzhen asked, "Lin Wuque, how's the energy expenditure?"

Lin Wuque wrapped his arm around Ruan Yunzhen's waist, lazily lowered his eyes, and said in a somewhat nonchalant tone, "This little bit of exertion isn't even worth a single strand of my hair."

As he spoke, he casually lifted a strand of Ruan Yunzhen's hair, twirling it between his fingers. "Look, it's even finer than this."

Ruan Yunzhen nodded slightly. "In that case, let's save them all."

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Every word clearly conveys a message—the power of redemption is in her hands.

A knowing smile curved Lin Wuque's lips. He took a perfectly timed half-step back, placed his right hand on his chest in a gesture of respect, and said, "As you wish, my master."

His deep voice emphasized the word "master" slightly, as if leaving an invisible mark on everyone.

After saying that, he didn't act immediately, but looked at Zhao Chenxiao and said, "Have everyone gather outside the building."

He doesn't have the patience to treat each patient individually.

Zhao Chenxiao hesitated for a moment. There were quite a few injured people, many of whom were seriously injured.

However, he did not raise any objections, but nodded and said, "Okay."

Ruan Yunzhen naturally wouldn't just stand there idly, so she simply left the building.

She took out a set of carved rosewood table and chairs from her space, along with several plates of delicate pastries.

These pastries were meticulously prepared by the imperial chefs and tasted exceptionally good. Because the space was still, they looked as if they had just been made when they were brought out.

Ruan Yunzhen sat down leisurely and began to enjoy herself.

Not long after returning to the villa, Zhao Chenxiao came looking for them. They hadn't had time to eat yet, so they had some snacks to tide them over.

Thinking that Lin Wuque had also expended a lot of energy earlier, and would need to expend even more energy later, she took out a few more dishes for him to eat together.

"Thank you, Master."

Lin Wuque's lips unconsciously curled up, a hint of satisfied smile flashing in his eyes.

He didn't care much about food and drink, and he wouldn't mind eating compressed biscuits every day. But Ruan Yunzhen's invitation made him very happy. He remembered that in the beginning, she would never call him when she ate, and she never even gave him a glance.

And now...

This change pleased him more than any delicacy.

By the time the two finished their meal, the injured from the three buildings had gradually gathered in the open space.

They stood huddled together, and the air began to fill with the stench of decay and blood.

Many people were missing limbs, their faces shrouded in a deathly bluish-gray aura, while others appeared unharmed, with only blood-soaked bandages indicating their injuries.

Ruan Yunzhen's gaze swept across the crowd, and she caught sight of Zhao Linxiu at the very front of the line.

At that moment, he was gazing intently at her, his eyes filled with the familiar longing she knew so well.