Chapter 49 Medical Miracle
The students stared blankly at the lifelike zombies lined up in front of them, their pupils unfocused.
Only Lu Yan touched the lifelike zombie, his eyes revealing a pure, heartfelt joy.
Qi Zhengfei: "..."
He recognized that look! The villainous, mad medical characters in TV dramas all have that same sickly expression!
The students had huddled together, like a flock of shivering quails, and from beneath their ruffled feathers came a faint, indistinct question: "But...but we only learned about first aid for wounds in the first half of the lesson, and these zombies don't have any wounds..."
"It's alright," Lu Yan said with a smile, "It'll be ready soon."
...Will it be available soon?
As Qi Zhengfei pondered these five meaningful words, and connected them to the rooftop where they were and the "losing face" game that Teacher Lu had just mentioned, he almost blurted out "Holy crap!"
No way?!
Lu Yan put his arm around one of the zombies' shoulders and introduced in a lighthearted tone: "Everyone should already be familiar with how to use the simulated zombie. I did some extra research this weekend and I roughly know that it can be used to simulate any kind of zombie known to humans. It can even control variables and adjust the infection period, the state of decay, etc. So, I made an assumption."
He held up one index finger: "Suppose that it can simulate the extremely brief moment when the zombie virus takes effect in a human body."
"In that instant, this person has become a zombie in a biological sense, yet its body is still infinitely close to that of a human. This constitutes a wonderful situation where we can use it for experiments without raising any ethical issues, especially since it is a dummy."
Lu Yan said in a satisfied tone.
Everyone couldn't help but shiver.
Who just said Teacher Lu was normal? That guy is clearly a pleasure offender!
"Fortunately, if the hypothesis is true, the simulated zombie does have this function."
Lu Yan touched the back of the neck of the zombie next to him.
"A-007, Simulates the moment the virus takes effect."
The zombie slowly started moving, and a magical transformation occurred to its body.
The rotting wounds on the surface healed rapidly, the curled and turned flesh retracted back to the body, and the pale skin regained its color, like a person who had been dead for many years and had come back to life.
To onlookers, it seemed as if the blood within its body was still flowing, and its heart was still beating vigorously—
That's a dream that every post-apocalyptic survivor has had repeatedly.
Time reversed, and several years passed in the blink of an eye. The tattered clothes of the zombies wandering the land were smoothed out again, the dust on their faces was washed away, revealing a pair of bewildered eyes that reflected the souls of the living.
...
The students stopped laughing, and even the mood for jokes vanished. One by one, they fell silent, staring intently at the lifelike zombie, watching it gradually become more like a living person.
Become like each of them.
They want to conduct experiments on such creatures?
But it clearly looked like a real person! How could they do that?! Impossible!!
They recalled the moment when familiar NPCs around them turned into zombies in the simulation pod.
One second he was laughing and talking, the next his face was lifeless, but his skin was still warm, his breath was still trembling, and his eyes were clearly filled with resentment and longing for the world.
They had become zombies, but the human part of them still remained in their bodies, lingering and unwilling to leave.
How could Teacher Lu allow them to target such people?
How could that be!
Because of their strong resistance, some people even felt anger towards Lu Yan.
They felt the new teacher had gone too far, completely disregarding the students' feelings and lacking basic moral principles.
In the crowd, someone opened their mouth, wanting to express their anger, but was silenced by a sudden voice.
"Let me remind you all." Lu Yan was still smiling slightly. That smiling mask seemed to be fixed on his face, becoming a habit. But if Yu Cheng were in this class, he would remember that Lu Yan did not have this habit five years ago.
His smile at that time was genuine, and his displeasure at being abandoned by Fu Qing was also genuine.
Lu Yan had already taken in all the changes in everyone's expressions and was not surprised by their dissatisfaction. He simply reminded them, "This is a dummy. Even if we take a step back, it's still simulating a zombie. No matter how close it gets to the moment of death, for it, death has already come."
In a moment of impulsiveness, someone blurted out: "How do you know? And what makes you so sure?!"
Looking at the body that resembled a living person, he instinctively objected because he couldn't bear it.
The boy who spoke had a somewhat sarcastic tone, and his face was full of dissatisfaction with Lu Yan.
He couldn't understand how Teacher Lu could talk about death so calmly and indifferently. He knew perfectly well how much pain and how many families were torn apart behind death, and that the zombies he spoke of, who felt no pain and were at the mercy of others, were once living, breathing human beings, carrying the emotions of so many people.
He knew it perfectly well.
Those amber eyes, which exuded a cool aura, turned around, and the boy froze abruptly, but still stubbornly looked back at them, unwilling to admit defeat.
Lu Yan looked at him, not angry, but calmly said, "Don't take chances."
The boy was stunned.
"If the countless deaths I've witnessed have taught me anything, it's that the moment you become a zombified, it's all over," Lu Yan said. "Any first aid measures are meaningless; the tears of loved ones and the cries of friends can't bring back the zombie's sanity. The agony of death perishes along with the soul. From now on, it's just a walking mass of flesh and blood, unable to bear anything. The very thing that supports this body has been removed. Do you understand?"
Taking chances can lead people to harbor unrealistic hopes.
Those who are lured by zombie believers are people who firmly believe that their relatives and friends are not truly dead.
The students were stunned. Death was laid out so cruelly before them, filling them with immense fear.
They couldn't help but start thinking, what if the person lying in front of them was their own family member, their friend...
Then they realized that even if they accepted the end of the world, they couldn't accept the death that comes with it.
Throughout, they avoided thinking about this issue, comforting themselves with wishful thinking and imbuing themselves with the protagonist's halo, believing that those around the protagonist would naturally be protected as well.
No one dies. The adventure ends, and the last page of the fairy tale always ends with a happy ending.
But Lu Yan's words shattered this carefully maintained, beautiful soap bubble.
The last sentence ended softly, yet it resonated heavily.
Do you understand?
Do you realize that they are no longer here?
Can you accept that?
...
Can you accept that?
Lu Yan has lost count of the past four years; he has questioned himself countless times in his heart.
Give up on resuscitation, give up on this person who was laughing and talking with you just a second ago, give up on this person who once walked alongside you, even if they seem to be alive, their heart is still beating, their blood is still flowing...
But they are already dead.
Over the course of four years, Lu Yan knelt beside his zombified friend countless times, desperately trying to save him, only to be forcefully pulled up by the hands behind him each time.
She plunged the dagger into the zombie's eye socket, repeatedly telling him, "He's dead. Let's go save the next one."
“Save one.”
"Next."
"Next……"
"Come with me, let's kill them all and avenge them."
...
Lu Yan has studied medicine since childhood and has saved countless lives. However, the zombie virus is exactly the kind of disease that doctors fear the most. It has a 100% mortality rate, cannot be prevented, cannot be cured, and all efforts are in vain.
He failed countless times, and felt an overwhelming despair that almost crushed him, but with that voice and the hands that would lift him up, he felt as if he still had the courage to stand up and snatch people from the clutches of death one more time.
...
Some students had tears welling up in their eyes from the sudden surge of immense pain and fear, but in the blurred vision, the young teacher blinked, as if she had been lost in thought for another moment.
He seemed to remember something; his eyes suddenly softened, and his expression became more vivid.
That vivid expression... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...
A thought suddenly popped into many people's minds.
They vaguely sensed a sense of familiarity.
Lu Yan had recovered and continued after the previous pause:
"If you can understand this, you will understand the purpose of this lesson—to do everything possible, by every means, to save this person before the 'moment' I'm talking about arrives."
"Before the zombie virus takes him away, his life, his emotions, everything he belonged to as a human being, what he once had, and what he will have in the future, all rest on your shoulders, do you understand?"
He asked again.
This time, after a brief silence, the same question was answered with a firm and unanimous reply.
"Understood!"
The unanimous response, like that of elementary school students, made Lu Yan's lips curve into an even wider smile.
...
...
"Now that the problem is solved, let's divide into groups and work on it together."
Before the students who were genuinely frightened could wipe away their tears, Lu Yan clapped his hands and inhumanely announced the end of the emotional segment.
The students were speechless for a moment.
I feel like this style is very similar to someone else's...
"In the first half of the lesson, we talked about common external injuries and emergency treatments in wilderness exploration and daily combat. The practical content of the second half of the lesson is very simple: replicate those injuries on real human bodies, look at them with your eyes, touch them with your hands, and firmly remember the shape of the wounds."
"You can use any method. Divide into ten groups and create at least twenty different external injuries on the zombies' bodies within an hour before the end of get out of class. Take photos and record them. As homework, you need to rank the injuries according to their severity and decide the order in which to treat them. Submit them to me before the next class."
With a wave of his hand, Lu Yan activated the ten simulated zombies that had been pre-programmed.
"Oh, right..."
As if suddenly remembering something, he added with a smile, "The simulated zombies need to be killed before they can be used as teaching aids. The later they are killed, the more zombified they become. The medic's physical fitness is the guarantee of the teammates' survival. Let's all do our best."
As the last word fell lightly, all the zombies opened their scarlet eyes, roared, and rushed past Lu Yan towards the students who were still in a daze.
Everyone: "!!!"
The rooftop was too narrow, and with so many people standing together, it was hard not to disturb each other. They were in a flurry of activity for quite some time before finally killing all the zombies.
If it were a freshman from two months ago, probably half of them would have been infected in just a short time.
They had no time to be complacent about their progress; the students stared blankly at the fallen zombie corpses.
Then what?
"Anyway, let's have each group claim one zombie first," Qi Zhengfei said, forcing himself to speak.
The others also started moving one after another. He and Zhao Zhou were in the same group. The two looked around, and Zhao Zhou saw a zombie lying on the ground not far away. He quickly went over and said, "There's another one here that nobody wants!"
He kept his neck still, squatted down in a stiff position, and tried to lift the zombie up. Unexpectedly, just as he turned the zombie's head around, the cold body under his hand suddenly twitched.
Saliva dangled between the upper and lower teeth, forming a silvery thread, as the zombie opened its mouth wide towards Zhao Zhou—
It didn't die!
Zhao Zhou vaguely remembered that this zombie was knocked down by a strong boy in his class who twisted its neck. So, he forgot to finish it off, which is why the motionless zombie was missed by the others as if it were dead.
As soon as he realized what was happening, Zhao Zhou moved, but just as he was about to dodge, a sudden, sharp pain in his neck made him freeze.
Oh no, I'm going to get mocked again...
In Zhao Zhou's mind, the familiar tone of the simulated zombie appeared: "You're dead."
He waited for the zombie's death with a heart full of despair, when suddenly a slender hand reached out from the side, grabbed the zombie's jaw, and the bones snapped as they dislocated. The zombie weakly moved its jaw, which was tilted to one side, and a muffled drooling sound came from its mouth that could not be closed.
Its jaw is dislocated.
Zhao Zhou stared blankly at Teacher Lu.
"Temporomandibular joint dislocation can also be considered a type of trauma," Lu Yan said, squatting on the ground in a casual posture, holding the helpless zombie and turning it over and over like pork on a chopping board for the onlookers to see. Then, with a snap, the dislocated jaw was forcefully pushed back in place. "But I can't give it away for free. If you want it recorded in your homework, you'll have to figure out how to type it out yourself."
Zhao Zhou was dumbfounded. His first reaction was that he seemed to have been saved by Teacher Lu. His second reaction was that he had actually dislocated the other person's jaw with his bare hands and then put it back on. His third reaction was: Was this a free gift?
What about bargaining when buying groceries at a supermarket?
...No, zombies!
The realistic zombie, now free of its mouth, began to stir again. This time, Zhao Zhou managed to pull out his pen in time and take care of it before it could be attacked.
He pulled the pen from his hand and couldn't help but glance at Teacher Lu's back. The latter suddenly stopped and looked at him thoughtfully: "Your movements are not right."
Zhao Zhou: "What?"
"You slept wrong and got a stiff neck," Lu Yan said casually, flexing his wrist and offering helpfully, "Don't leave after class, I'll help you set your bone."
Zhao Zhou suddenly recalled the scene when the little zombie's jaw was removed.
The sound of joint movement echoed repeatedly in the background. Zhao Zhou shuddered, and in his mind, he imagined Lu Yan using the same method to grab his head and forcefully twist it open—
Click.
Zhao Zhou: "..."
He nearly jumped out of his skin in fright: "No, no, you don't need to bother! I'm fine! I'm all better now!"
Lu Yan, who was preparing to attract the first customer to the deserted school clinic so he could report his work to Fu Qing, was left speechless.
Zhao Zhou moved twice as nimbly as before when he left, carrying the simulated zombie back to his group in a scramble, before finally sitting down with lingering fear.
Qi Zhengfei, who witnessed the entire process, gave a thumbs up: "...A medical miracle!"
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