Facing Zhang Yan's accusation, Zhao Lan simply explained slowly, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not scolding you. My fleet only accepts people with disabilities, and I don't see any disability in you."
The implication is that since there is nothing wrong with the body, then the problem is with the brain.
Zhang Yan's eyes rolled, and he nodded seriously, "Yes, I'm mentally unstable. I suffer from a serious brain disease. Please accept me."
Zhao Lan looked at him suspiciously. "My team was originally created to help those who have a hard time surviving here. If your brain disease doesn't affect your survival, then don't take up space in the team..."
Zhang Yan immediately covered his head and feigned pain, saying, "It's serious, very serious! My brain disease has severely affected my survival! Did you know that sometimes I become delirious or even pass out? If I pass out while driving, what terrible consequences will there be? If your team doesn't take me, I'll just be waiting to die."
Zhao Lan frowned, as if considering the truthfulness of Zhang Yan's words.
He looks...
It doesn't seem like a brain disease.
Zhao Lan: "What disease do you have?"
Zhang Yan naturally made up a story: "Partial necrosis of brain tissue."
Zhao Lan: "What disease is that?"
Facing Zhao Lan's inquiring gaze, Zhang Yan smiled with a vicissitudes of life. "You haven't heard of it, have you? It's a very rare brain disease, and the cure rate worldwide is no more than one percent."
Zhao Lan: "If that's the case, then why don't you go to Meng Meng? You're friends, she won't ignore you, right?"
Zhang Yan: "..." Why does this person have so many questions! Is she asking a hundred thousand questions?
He thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to Zhao Lan and whispered, "I'll tell you the truth. Meng Meng... has inappropriate thoughts about me! If I go to her, wouldn't that be like walking into a tiger's mouth? After much thought, I think you're the most suitable."
Zhao Lan: “…”
In the end, after Zhang Yan's repeated requests, Zhao Lan agreed to let him join the team.
Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, finally he was able to stay.
After a while, someone came to call Zhao Lan for dinner: "Captain Zhao, dinner is ready."
She was a middle-aged woman without a left hand, and her expression was full of gratitude when she faced Zhao Lan.
Zhang Yan looked over and saw several tables set up not far from the road. On the tables were hot meals, all from big pots, but they tasted very good.
At a glance, there were more than twenty people gathered around the table. They all had varying degrees of disabilities, and most of them were women.
A thin woman with a disabled leg brought a chair to Zhang Yan and said in a friendly manner, "Young man, sit down and eat with us."
"Sister, don't bother me. I can do it myself." Zhang Yan said hurriedly.
The woman nodded and limped to sit aside.
Zhang Yan suddenly thought of a question and whispered to Zhao Lan, "Don't players regain health when they enter the game? Why are they still..."
Zhao Lan: "I got injured after entering here." She glanced at Zhang Yan and asked casually, "Did you develop your brain disease later?"
Zhang Yan's face froze, "Yes, yes..."
He lowered his head and drank water tactically to hide his guilt, fearing that Zhao Lan would notice something.
Zhao Lan had no intention of asking further questions and just lowered her head to eat.
Zhang Yan stopped talking and started eating.
After dinner, Zhao Lan gathered everyone together and began to discuss plans for tomorrow.
"Tomorrow I'll take four people to the Magic Tower to earn money. The rest of you will continue driving. Any extra mileage will be converted into coins. Pick up any supply boxes you come across. I'll gather them together tonight. Also, who doesn't have enough money to pay for tomorrow's survival resources?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than half of the people raised their hands.
Zhao Lan transferred money to those who raised their hands one by one, and the crowd dispersed.
Zhang Yan looked at Zhao Lan with a strange look in his eyes: "Are all the people in the team dependent on you for their livelihood?"
Zhao Lan: "It's not like they rely on me for support. At most, I organize them and bring out everyone's strengths so that they can live better."
Zhang Yan thought about how her ranking had disappeared from the top ten without a trace.
He pointed out directly: "Is this how you lost your money?"
Zhao Lan neither admitted nor denied it.
Zhang Yan was amazed. "Are you planning to keep them around forever?"
Zhao Lan pursed her lips, as if not wanting to continue this topic: "They also put in a lot of work, it's not all thanks to me."
Of course, she also spent a lot of money.
But in her opinion, human life is far more important than money.
Zhang Yan thought Zhao Lan was a bit foolish. "Those people are not even related to you. Why would you go to such lengths? Besides, in a survival game, there is always death. You can only save a few people, but can you really save them all?"
In his opinion, Zhao Lan's behavior was simply unbelievable.
In this place without legal and moral constraints, he has seen a lot of darkness in human nature.
Some people kill in order to seize other people's supplies.
Some people also form fleets in order to develop their own power and thereby plunder more survival resources.
But this was the first time he had seen someone like Zhao Lan, who helped others without asking for anything in return.
More importantly, isn’t she afraid of encountering ungrateful people?
Perhaps Zhang Yan's gaze was too direct, so Zhao Lan smiled and said, "I do this simply to make my heart feel fulfilled. I can't save all of them, but I will do my best."
If it wasn't inappropriate, Zhang Yan would have said, "You are not a savior, so you'd better take care of yourself first."
After all, in the scene he saw, Zhao Lan, like him, had become a puppet.
But on second thought, if it weren't for the other party's personality, he might not be able to join the team.
So he smiled and said, "You are the kindest person I have ever met. What did you do before? Were you a kindergarten teacher, a doctor, or something else?"
Zhao Lan shook her head: "Neither, I'm a soldier."
Zhang Yan's eyes widened in surprise: "Are you kidding?"
Zhao Lan: "Why would I joke with you?"
Zhang Yan: "I don't think so. Which military region were you in before?"
Zhao Lan: "Southwest Military Region."
Zhang Yan's eyes lit up. "I have a friend who is also in the Southwest Military Region. He's in the 317th Unit."
Zhao Lan was surprised. "I'm also in the Southwest Military Region, 317th Unit."
Zhang Yan was excited. "That's a coincidence! My friend is Jiang Feichi. Do you know him?"
Zhao Lan thought for a moment and shook her head, "I don't know him."
Zhang Yan muttered, "Don't you know him? You're in the same unit, and my friend is very famous in the unit too. How could I not know him?"
Zhao Lan: "Maybe they're not in the same company."
Zhang Yan: "Maybe."
He didn't take this little episode to heart and chatted with Zhao Lan about some random things. After Zhao Lan yawned frequently, he finally let her rest.
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