Chapter 96 Cheng Ming was seriously injured
Raise your hand, swing the knife, raise your hand, swing the knife. These two actions are the only things left in his world. Besides the roars of zombies, the only sounds in his ears are the dull sound of the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bones, and his own slightly heavy breathing.
His body was covered with wounds left by zombies' scratches, piercings, and various supernatural attacks, but he didn't care. They were just caused by some low-level zombies and these wounds would not have any effect on him. The injuries he suffered in any previous missions were more serious than now, so he didn't take them seriously.
The zombies' path had been slightly blocked by the piles of corpses, and their speed had slowed down a bit, but the price was that the piles of corpses were constantly being pushed closer to the gate and the city wall. If another wave of zombies of this number came, the mountain of corpses would probably be pushed under the wall, and the new zombies would be able to step on those corpses and climb over the wall.
A dozen steps behind him were the team members under him and Lu Ming. Among them were a few familiar faces, such as Zhang Yan, Han Chong, and several psychics from Zhou Zixi's team who went to Shangliu Town together. The others were people whose names could not be remembered, but they were all powerful military and police officers from the two teams.
Fighting together is indeed the best way to enhance relationships. Their assault team consists of more than 20 people, all from different teams. They were strangers at first, but after fighting shoulder to shoulder and back to back time and time again, the strangeness and awkwardness between the teams gradually disappeared, and were replaced by trust that they could entrust their weaknesses to their companions to take care of them.
"Everyone, Cheng Ming is seriously injured. I'm in urgent need of a large amount of Any Crystals. Please help collect them immediately. Please!"
Lu Ming's heavy voice echoed throughout the headphones. Everyone in the Chaoyang Brigade felt a sinking feeling in their hearts when they heard this. Although they were puzzled, no one doubted her intentions. They all believed that Lu Ming must have her reasons for saying this.
Several members of the original Chaoyang team even consumed their special powers and began to hunt special zombies with special powers and evolved zombies. Their speed was so fast and their moves were so fierce that the survivors around them rekindled their confidence and courage, and their morale was greatly boosted.
In less than half an hour, the guards at the two city gates and the surrounding walls sent over a hundred crystals of various colors. Lu Ming took them and threw them all into the space. After throwing nearly five hundred crystals of various sizes, his eyes lit up and he said, "Got it!"
The space was successfully upgraded, and her healing function finally appeared!
She immediately leaned over and placed her hand on the wound that Cheng Ming had bandaged. Wen Minjun and Yan Song looked at the soft white light emerging from the palm of her hand out of thin air, their mouths wide open in surprise.
It was Lu Ming's first time using the healing function of the second-level space, and he was a little uncomfortable with it. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. It took a full twenty minutes before Cheng Ming's injuries finally got better. The broken bones were connected, the skin and flesh healed, and blood scabs formed. Cheng Ming's pale complexion also gradually improved. His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
When a few people who were worried about the situation saw this, they were overjoyed and finally put their minds at ease.
Yan Song immediately came over and asked: "Old Cheng, how do you feel?"
Cheng Ming saw Yan Song in front of him, who was wrapped in bandages but looked okay. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"You got scratched on the back by that zombie. Oh my god, you have no idea how horrible it looked. I'm almost cut in half, I tell you. And it was all thanks to Sister Lu Ming. She healed you, otherwise you would have been dead this time!"
When Yan Song saw Cheng Ming wake up, his worries settled down. Thinking of the scene just now, he couldn't stop talking excitedly.
However, Cheng Ming remained silent. He clenched his fists, stretched his arms, and then paused for a moment before asking, "Is my injury healed?"
The other three didn't notice anything wrong and looked at him with some confusion.
"Ah, count it, count it, right? The scar is almost falling off." Yan Song looked at Lu Ming with some uncertainty.
Lu Ming frowned and asked, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere else?"
Cheng Ming was silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and said softly: "I can't feel my legs."
!!
How could this happen?!
The three were surprised.
Wen Minjun said solemnly, "I'm afraid the nerves are damaged. Xiaolu's healing may only promote bone and flesh growth, but it has no effect on non-regenerative nerve cells."
How, maybe...
Lu Ming felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.
All her previous assurances became a joke. She thought that everything would be fine as long as she had the healing power.
She lowered her head, grabbed her long hair, bit her tongue, unable to speak, her mind blank.
He...is disabled?
Does that mean that Cheng Mingde will live like this for the rest of his life?
If this were a peaceful time, there would still be a chance of recovery, but it happened to be the end of the world...
It's the end of the world, where life is uncertain, dangers are rife, and murder is everywhere.
If even life safety cannot be guaranteed, how can there be personnel and conditions to study this disease?
Yan Song stood by silently, obviously still not recovered from the blow.
Even though Wen Minjun has seen many such cases, he still feels regretful.
He was such a graceful and gentle young man, how could he accept the fact that he would never be able to stand up again, would have to sit in a wheelchair or lie in bed for the rest of his life, and would not be able to take care of himself and would need help from others.
Cheng Ming, on the other hand, looked better than the other three. After his initial daze, he had regained his usual gentleness and composure. He comforted them, saying, "It's okay. Fortunately, my ability is psychic, so it doesn't affect my combat effectiveness much."
I don’t know whether to comfort them or myself.
No one else responded.
No one can accept this fact.
Why is this happening? !
Yan Song silently stood up and sat aside, quietly wiping his tears, while Lu Ming sat blankly by the bed, looking at his hands.
How much better is he than dead?!
It turns out that the healing function is not omnipotent...
She had been waiting for so long, but even injuries of this severity could not be cured. If someone else suffered such an injury in the future, would she have to watch it happen?
Lu Ming leaned forward, covering his forehead, unable to utter a word.
At this time, Gu Chao's voice came from the headset: "What's going on?"
Hearing his low voice, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly turned red. She choked and didn't dare to answer.
The powerlessness she felt the last time she was injured swept over her body, and she didn't know what else she could do now.
Wen Minjun looked at the people and sighed, "If only the hospital could still function normally, maybe we could try to reconnect their nerves."
Unfortunately, there is no if.
…
Wait a moment!
Something flashed through Lu Ming's mind quickly.
Hospital?
Nerve connection?
She suddenly thought of something, stood up suddenly, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The other two were startled, but saw her reappear a few seconds later.
The decadence on her face was swept away, and she said solemnly to Cheng Ming: "Wait for me!"
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