☆, Hospital, Alone in a Room

Okay, maybe Ye Xi genuinely lacks a sense of humor, or maybe An Er sitting next to her is truly malfunctioning in his facial nerves. In any case, no matter how much Ye Xi teased this cold-faced uncle, he didn't react at all, simply resting his head on his hand with his eyes closed. Ye Xi swore on her integrity that he wasn't asleep; he was just ignoring her.

Okay, this makes me look even more like a clown, Ye Xi thought with a twitch at the corner of her mouth.

The tense atmosphere inside the car made Ye Xi very uncomfortable. She muttered to herself, wishing she could just kick him out. She glared at the expressionless man. Although the wound had been given basic treatment, it was so sloppy that his chest had become a bloody mess again, a shocking sight. He had been soaked in the rain for an unknown amount of time, and while treating the wound, Ye Xi noticed a yellowish fluid oozing from it. If she couldn't find antibiotics to properly treat this infected wound, no matter how calm he appeared on the surface, he wouldn't last long.

Ye Xi, you really made trouble for yourself by doing this, Ye Xi cursed under her breath, rubbing her forehead. Looking at this guy's carefree attitude, where is his initial reluctance? He's so skilled, it seems quite difficult to get rid of him now... Ye Xi sighed and resignedly turned the steering wheel to exit the highway.

"Where to?" Sensing the car's obvious turn, he opened his eyes and gave Ye Xi a glare. Exiting the highway meant entering the city, and entering the city meant hooking up with a bunch of zombie beauties. Under normal circumstances, no one with a sound mind would abandon the highway for the aloof, high-class main road. So, his glare was perfectly normal. However, given his domineering aura, the fact that he didn't grab Ye Xi by the back of her collar and throw her into the back seat already surprised her.

However, Ye Xi wasn't afraid of this "normal human." She glared at him rudely, keeping his murderous gaze at her. "Go to the hospital, Uncle, you don't think there's a big hospital near the highway, do you? It's okay, if we encounter zombies..." Ye Xi's voice trembled slightly—she really craved the T-virus. "I'll reluctantly protect you then," she said slowly, reaching out her right hand towards his chin, but stiffly withdrew it under his icy gaze.

Not even a chin to tease… Ye Xi, who had been holding back for more than two years, finally couldn’t help but reveal her true nature. She pouted. “It’s normal to want to break down when you see someone with a tense face.” Although more than three years of apocalyptic life had made Ye Xi’s mind a little twisted (just kidding!), this kind of mischievous teasing mentality would emerge a little bit in any conscious being. Cough, as for someone like Wesker, it’s hard to say.

A barely perceptible ripple appeared in An'er's cold blue eyes. "Unnecessary," he scoffed, closing his eyes again to rest.

Your agreement was expressed way too subtly! Ye Xi was infuriated by his disdainful tone (in her own opinion), and mentally she was relentlessly distorting An Er's image. Oh, Uncle An Er, so you're just a cold-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside icy tsundere... Pfft... Enough, just thinking about it makes me sick. Don't ruin my image for your own twisted sense of humor!

Ye Xi's face was cold, her heart churning with turbulent emotions. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, driving the car shakily into the city. An Er's identity was unknown, but his powerful aura and sharp skills proved he was no ordinary person. Whether he belonged to Umbrella or the government, he was useful to Ye Xi.

She needed a peaceful life, and now that she was free from Wesker's surveillance, wouldn't it be a waste not to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to use him to trace the mastermind behind the scenes and teach him a lesson? Of course, this was dangerous to some extent. After all, finding the commander through this man—although the commander was very likely not the organization's final boss—required using herself as bait. If it were Ye Xi three years ago, without much experience and unknown abilities, she would never have dared to do that. But now, relying on her abilities and countless experiences, Ye Xi didn't care about these things.

Clearly, her "indifference" was based on the assumption that the commander wasn't Albert Wesker. If it were that bastard, she'd probably have to think twice. In Ye Xi's mind, whether it was Umbrella or the government, the only one whose intelligence, ability, and status were abnormally high and impossible to confront head-on was Albert Wesker—because he himself carried the mutated T-virus. That's why she was so badly tricked, but that's a story for later.

Moreover, Ye Xi's intuition told her that bringing him along would definitely bring her unexpected surprises.

This is a ghost town. The once bustling and dazzling high-rise buildings have now become dilapidated ruins. Perhaps, under the sweep of the biohazard, the only things that can survive are the plants that grow against the wind. Without human destruction, lush weeds cover both sides of the road, or sprout from the cracks in the asphalt road, swaying their soft bodies gently in the wind, lazy and unrestrained.

The desolate, empty city was something the survivors had long since become numb to. Ye Xi slowed down and looked around. Perhaps because she hadn't tasted the sweetness of blood for so long, one after another, distorted-faced zombies appeared in Ye Xi's field of vision, closely following behind the car.

Looking at these beautiful, moving corpses, if An Er hadn't been sitting beside her, Ye Xi would have already succumbed to her inner turmoil and pounced on them like a hungry wolf. Calm down, calm down... Ye Xi kept taking deep breaths, trying to hypnotize herself, and trying to keep her eyes on the road signs. Unfortunately, after two days of "abstinence," Ye Xi found that even if she focused her eyes on the road signs, they would still disobey her and move to the increasingly delicious-looking zombies.

"Turn left two hundred meters ahead." Just as Ye Xi was struggling, a deep, cold voice rang out. For the first time, Ye Xi felt that the voice was so pleasant, like a bucket of ice water extinguishing the fire in her heart. Without saying a word, she immediately stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and the car "stumbled" forward.

"This is it!" Ye Xi looked at the tall building in front of her, breathed a sigh of relief, kicked open the deformed car door a few times, and got out of the car. "Come on, don't let those little cuties... I mean, the zombies catch up."

An'er silently watched the windshield disappear ahead, the deformed front of the car, and the lamppost that had suddenly become stuck in the front of the car. He gently touched the deformed car door with his hand, and with a "bang," the poor car door fell straight to the ground. He expressionlessly pulled his injured right leg out of the passenger seat and calmly got out.

The fact that a perfectly good car could be wrecked so horribly over a mere 500-meter distance on a wide, deserted road isn't the most surprising part. The most astonishing thing is that the so-called "genius" driver wasn't injured at all! That's incredibly skillful!

Ye Xi, walking ahead, felt a chilling, menacing aura emanating from behind her and froze. She forced a dry laugh and opened the hospital door for the elderly man behind her. Seeing that he said nothing, she slowly followed. His right leg injury wasn't serious, but it wasn't minor either. Looking at the blood flowing down his right leg on the ground, Ye Xi's dry laugh faded—his gait was perfectly normal; he didn't look injured at all. If she hadn't personally bandaged the horrific wound on his chest, how could she have believed he was so badly injured?

Either he's exceptionally resilient, or… Ye Xi's eyes flashed coldly—he also possessed a special ability, such as the absence of pain. As for which it was… perhaps she'd find out by being a little rougher during the surgery? However, Ye Xi didn't hope it was the second possibility. Just randomly encountering someone, even if it was someone's deliberate arrangement, shouldn't mean they all had superpowers? Was this supposed to be an apocalypse, or was this a superpower novel?!

Ye Xi was making plans in her mind, but on the surface she remained calm. A moment later she walked in front of him, clenched her fists as she looked at the zombies that appeared in the corridor, and strode forward. Before she could clear the corridor, the pull from the back of her collar made her stumble. Before she could pounce on the zombies, she was pulled into a room, and with a "bang," the white door slammed shut right in front of her nose.

"Don't you watch where you're going when you're driving? Don't you watch where you're going when you're walking either?" An'er glanced coldly at Ye Xi, who had almost hit her nose on the door, and turned around to rummage through the messy shelves filled with various medicines and tools.

"Hey, who was it that was so reluctant to go to the hospital in the first place?!" Ye Xi glared at An Er, who was searching for something. Why did she always feel like she couldn't stay calm when faced with this kind of pretentious, expressionless person, whether before or after her transmigration? She looked away and surveyed the relatively spacious storage room. Due to recalling a bad memory, her face stiffened. After not seeing any red, her shoulders, which had just relaxed, tensed up again when a door slammed shut behind her.

Damn it! Ye Xi quickly blocked the door with her body, watching An Er agonizingly comparing the two boxes of medicine, seemingly oblivious to the situation. She almost kicked the door open. But now wasn't the time for resentment. Ye Xi looked around and spotted two long metal rods on a nearby shelf, presumably for hooking bags placed at the top of the shelf. She immediately reached out and grabbed them, inserting them between the two doorknobs.

The door to this storage room is secured. Although it has a lock, it's too fragile to hold up against the hordes of zombies outside. These two metal bars should hold it up longer. I'll just jump after I'm done. It's only on the second floor, and there are shop sheds below; jumping shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking this, Ye Xi relaxed and began glaring at An Er, who hadn't yet decided which box to choose. Perhaps her gaze was too intense and blatant, because the creature, who was complaining about how terrible and inferior the human-made medicine was, raised its eyes, glanced at Ye Xi, and then looked away, as if to say, "If you can't even handle this little thing, what's the point of your life?"

"You'd better go much harder later!" Ye Xi glared at the needle and thread he had found, strode forward, grabbed a box of medicine from his hand, and turned to start preparing. "The chair's over there," she sneered. "Before I change my mind, you'd better take off that tasteless jacket and sit down properly."

This time, he didn't lower his tone for Ye Xi. He turned around, walked to the chair, and naturally took off his jacket, revealing his perfectly bandaged upper body. Ye Xi quickly disinfected her supplies and hands, then carried the iron tray to him, squatted down, and placed the tray on the ground.

Okay, Ye Xi, although you haven't really studied medicine or performed surgery, the memory of that perverted "Ye Xi" is already deeply etched in your mind. So, stitches are nothing to worry about. Ye Xi subconsciously hypnotized herself. Perhaps it was the horrific wound that chilled her to the bone, but her initial heavy hand gradually softened. Only after completely removing the rag from the wound did Ye Xi realize that her hands were trembling.

She immediately reached for the anesthetic, but An'er stopped her. "No anesthesia, just do it, quickly." His voice was unusually calm, yet it sent ripples through Ye Xi's heart. No anesthesia?! Ye Xi stared blankly at the shockingly large wound. She was extremely afraid of pain. Even though she had been injured so many times over the years that she had almost become accustomed to it, it was only a superficial way of enduring it; the pain was truly etched into her heart. So, of course, she knew how much more painful it would be to clean and stitch up the wound without anesthesia!

“The door won’t hold for long.” Seeing Ye Xi hesitate, An Er added, his voice so calm, as if he weren’t the one about to be attacked. No sooner had he finished speaking than a “clang” was heard, the lock fell to the ground, and if it weren’t for the two metal bars holding it open, the storage room door would have been smashed open long ago.

Ye Xi gritted his teeth, threw away the anesthetic, grabbed the scalpel beside him, aimed it at the festering, oozing pus, trembled for a moment, and reflexively closed his eyes to make the incision. His body stiffened, but he immediately forced himself to relax. Until Ye Xi removed the entire damaged tissue, he endured without making a sound, only gripping the handrail tightly with both hands, almost deforming the hard steel object.

But Ye Xi knew this wasn't the most painful part; she had tried to be as gentle and quick as possible. A fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead—after all, it was her first surgery, and just looking at the wound made her feel the pain—her hands didn't stop; she immediately picked up the medication and cotton swabs. Yes, the stimulation of the medication was the most painful, a pain that went deep into her bones. The banging sounds coming from the doorway and the low growls of the zombies were getting louder; she couldn't delay any longer… Ye Xi steeled herself, quickly applied the medication to the cotton swab, and leaned in, but because of her deliberate attempt to be gentle, she used too much force…

"Mmm..." A soft groan came from above Ye Xi's head. They were very close, and Ye Xi could clearly hear the groan coming from deep within his throat. Ye Xi immediately froze, afraid to move. So this guy still had feelings after all, he was just pretending?!

"...Don't stop..." The cold, deep voice was somewhat suppressed and hoarse from the pain he was enduring. Seeing that Ye Xi hadn't made a move, he said, "I'll do it myself." As he spoke, he tried to snatch the cotton swab from Ye Xi's hand.

Feeling the cold sweat on the hand holding hers, Ye Xi was startled and immediately pulled away, taking a deep breath: "No, I'll do it, it's nothing." She then resumed her work.

An'er didn't say anything, his deep blue eyes, hidden beneath his furrowed brows, were unfathomable.

Author's Note: I'm a liberal arts student, so please ignore everything about the surgery... Hey, Uncle Wei has a new face, and for some reason I won't tell you, he's currently no different from a strong ordinary human mercenary. His pain perception is temporarily the same as a normal person, except he's used to being expressionless and has a high tolerance for pain (shrug). So, without his knowledge, Ye Xi tortured Uncle Wei (serious face). ↑ Its authenticity is debatable. Also, regarding Ye Xi's destructive power as a driver, this chapter only shows a little bit. If she relaxed and drove carelessly... (stares into the distance). As for the update time... I, a current writer, don't know either~