Chapter 338 The Man in White Awakens
After the white-clad man's body temperature dropped somewhat, his face turned deathly pale again.
Han Shuo looked at him, who was haggard and still unconscious, and murmured to himself.
"Sigh, I have done everything I can to treat you. Whether you live or die depends entirely on yourself."
After he finished speaking, he picked up a bottle of mineral water from the ground, unscrewed it, and carefully dripped some into the white-clad man's mouth.
Then, feeling that he had had enough, he started gulping down the drinks.
He drank almost an entire bottle of mineral water in just three to five seconds.
After finishing the drink, Han Shuo felt much better and opened another plate of food to replenish his energy.
He shook his head with a wry smile as he ate.
"We originally had a chance to catch up with Fatty and the others on the road, but now it seems we'll never catch up with them again."
"What a chaotic day..."
He stopped thinking about it and, after eating and drinking his fill, a sense of weariness washed over him.
Han Shuo knew that he needed to rest now. Only by resting and recuperating could he better face any unexpected situations that might arise.
The place seemed quite safe at the moment, but he still checked all the doors and windows of the house.
After making sure the doors and locks were secure, he returned to the room he had just been in.
He glanced at the man in white and muttered to himself.
"I don't know when you'll wake up."
The next second, Han Shuo yawned and lay down on the sofa on the other side.
The moment he lay down, sleepiness instantly overwhelmed him, and within half a minute, he was fast asleep.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, the fat man and his group were repairing one of the idle cars parked on the roadside on a wide avenue.
Xiao Zhao was using a portable battery to jump-start the car, while Li Shurou placed Chen Haiping on the car seat and took out a medical kit to hang an IV drip for him.
She had removed the dagger from Chen Hai's chest and successfully stopped the bleeding from his wound.
Thanks to her treatment, Chen Hai, though still unconscious, was out of danger.
As for the fat man, he was in a pile of abandoned cars not far away.
"Clang! Clang! Clang..."
A cacophony of noises erupted from inside.
He kept swinging his axe, chopping up the fuel tanks of countless abandoned vehicles before finally managing to collect a small bucket of gasoline.
After he ran back with the can of gasoline and filled the tank, Xiao Zhao turned the car key that was left in the ignition.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
They successfully started the car.
Xiao Zhao shouted with great joy.
"Fatty, it's done!"
The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran over, panting excitedly.
He was also very happy.
"Haha, not bad, not bad! With this vehicle, we can get to the rendezvous point quickly."
At that moment, Li Shurou's voice came from inside the car.
"Why hasn't Han Shuo caught up yet? What should we say now?"
After he finished speaking, the fat man frowned and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, he spoke.
"Xiao Zhao, turn off the car first. We'll wait here for two hours."
"clear!"
...
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Han Shuo was still nowhere to be seen in the distance.
The fat man looked into the distance with a worried expression, then waved his hand decisively and made the next step.
"Let's not wait any longer, let's go!"
He felt that Han Shuo should have already withdrawn from the underground research institute by now. The reason why he hadn't caught up with them for so long was probably because he encountered trouble on the way, or because he was traveling in a different direction from them.
At this moment, the fat man knew they couldn't wait any longer.
After all, this is a remote and desolate place, and danger could appear at any time.
All he had to do was to take everyone ahead of Han Shuo and meet with Cheng Shenghong and the others while Han Shuo was away.
He firmly believed that even if his brother was alone, he would definitely have the ability to protect himself.
He firmly believed that Han Shuo would definitely be able to find them safely there...
The next second, "Boom! Boom! Boom!", the roar of the car engine rang out again.
The car, carrying four people, quickly disappeared into the distance.
...
Time passed little by little.
Han Shuo, who was temporarily stationed at the checkpoint, was still asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly...
"Boom!"
A clap of thunder reached Han Shuo's ears, instantly waking him up.
I quickly got up and looked out the window. It was already drizzling outside.
After a year, and shortly after the sandstorm subsided, it finally rained again...
Han Shuo watched the night gradually enveloped by the drizzle and thought to himself.
"I've slept for about five or six hours now, until evening."
Just then, he suddenly heard a noise behind him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a yellow light.
brush!
Without a second thought, Han Shuo, always on guard, instinctively drew the Tang sword next to the sofa and slashed at it.
"bite!"
A crisp sound rang out.
He found that his Tang sword had been stopped by a short blade.
Only then did he realize that the cloudy yellow eyes did not belong to the zombie, but to the man in white.
The next second, Han Shuo hurriedly put away the Tang sword in his hand and said apologetically.
"Huh? You're awake? Sorry... I thought some zombies had run in from outside."
The man in white casually tossed a bottle of mineral water over, left a message, and turned to sit back on his sofa.
"Thanks."
Han Shuo knew that the white-clad man's "thank you" was an expression of gratitude for saving his life.
Han Shuo was extremely curious about the mysterious man in front of him.
He hadn't expected that this person, despite suffering such severe injuries, would be able to get out of bed and walk so quickly.
He first put the bottled water aside, looked at the white-clad man who was unwrapping his bandages and changing his dressing, and asked a question.
"What's wrong with your eyes? They look like a zombie's."
The man in white continued with his own tasks, offering no response.
Han Shuo frowned and spoke again.
Do you need me to change your dressing?
The man in white remained silent.
"Well……"
Han Shuo felt awkward when he realized that the other party had no intention of acknowledging him.
He was never good at socializing, and at that moment he almost tore his socks apart with his toes...
"This person is so strange, why doesn't he talk much..."
He silently agreed and said no more, simply watching the man in white change his dressing.
The atmosphere at the scene was very strange.
At this moment, apart from the sound of rain outside the window and the rustling sound of the man in white changing his dressings, there was no other sound in the room.
A few minutes later, Han Shuo was still sitting on the sofa.
Seeing the man in white re-bandage his wound, he couldn't hold back any longer and broke the silence once again.
"Um... what's your name? How should I address you?"
This time, the man in white finally responded.
He slowly raised his head and uttered a single word expressionlessly.
"wind!"
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