At least the people around her didn't live such a sad life.
But if she didn't say these things now, she worried that Gong Yi and Zhou Cheng, with their high expectations for the future, wouldn't be able to handle the setbacks.
The light in Gong Yi's eyes dimmed little by little, finally settling into the depths of his eyes.
He looked at Hua Mi and shook his head slightly.
He seemed to have a lot to say, but now he didn't know how to ask.
Zhou Cheng, however, squatted down, his face deathly pale, and buried his head in his hands.
"I always thought that once we survived the natural disasters, everything would be fine."
"That's always been my opinion."
The next moment, he was lifted up by Gong Yi.
Gong Yi growled at him.
"Why are you thinking so much now? Let me tell you, you need to go and check right now to see if any of your garrison personnel have been infected."
Especially those stationed at the front-line outposts.
They were the first to discover the zombies, so they needed to keep a close eye on them.
If you are bitten, scratched, or even come into contact with zombie blood, you should be closely monitored.
Zhou Cheng stared blankly at Gong Yi.
"What, what kind of situation is this? What if they get infected?"
Gong Yi pursed his lips and remained silent.
Zhou Cheng then looked at Hua Mi with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, wondering if there was any way to treat them in advance if they were infected.
Hua Mi stood behind Gong Yi and spoke softly.
"Once it turns into a zombie, just behead it."
Cut off the whole thing, head off.
Zhou Cheng's face turned even paler, and he twisted Gong Yi's hand away.
He looked at Hua Mi and Gong Yi in disbelief and shook his head.
Let him personally cut off the heads of the garrison under his command?
He would rather cut himself.
Actually, I tried my best to do well, but when something like this happens, it's impossible to be in two places at once. Yesterday, I was dizzy and exhausted all day, taking care of my baby while squeezing in time to write. In the evening, when my mother came, I went to the fever clinic by myself for an IV drip, which took two or three hours of back and forth.
You simply cannot imagine what it's like for someone to be dizzy, feverish, and queuing outside a fever clinic late at night.
The first thing I said to the doctor was, "Let's get an IV drip right away. I want to recover as quickly as possible. My little one is still hospitalized in the pediatric ward on the 6th floor."
So, I'm speechless... I know this is my own choice, and I can't blame others or fate. Life may be a process of trials, but this H1N1 flu is really extremely annoying.
(End of this chapter)
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