Chapter 07 Civilized Sinner 7

Yan Nan woke up, his eyes slowly opened a crack, and after looking for a while, he suddenly realized.

His mission seemed to be successful, so he is still in the original world.

He shook his dizzy head, and finally had time to look at the "kind-hearted person" in front of him who seemed to have saved him from the chaos of the previous night.

The kind-hearted man had sharp eyebrows, a pair of dark eyes, and strong biceps.

Yan Nan: Oh, it’s the protagonist.

He looked at the protagonist silently without saying a word.

Yuan Qing seemed to be observing him, but didn't say anything. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

"Captain! Look..." At this time, Yan Huai, who was already walking normally, suddenly rushed into the tent with an excited look on his face. When he saw that another person in the room had woken up, his smile froze.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Qing glanced at him.

Yan Huai immediately spoke again happily, "Captain," he raised the thing in his hand, "This is the signal light left by Brother Ye and the others."

"They're heading southwest. Let's catch up with them, Captain!"

"Yeah." Yuan Qing responded, but didn't intend to continue the conversation.

At this moment, Yan Nan, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly covered his mouth and burst into a series of coughs.

Once he started coughing, it wouldn't stop. Yuan Qing looked down from his red face to his bruised and swollen neck on his collar. He was silent for a moment, then opened the water bottle beside him and passed it to him.

Yan Nanxia, ​​whose cough gradually subsided, took the water that he passed to him. After he got it in his hand, he realized who had passed it to him. He didn't really want to drink it, and for a while he held it in his hand, not knowing whether to drink it or not.

Yuan Qing didn't care whether he had drunk or not. As usual, he stared at him with an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, but he didn't say anything.

No one spoke anymore, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became strange. Yuan Qing looked at Yan Nan, who lowered his head and stared at the water cup in his hand in a daze. Yan Huai looked at this and that, and for a moment he didn't understand what he was doing.

"Do you still have the medicine you used on Yan Huai?" Yuan Qing asked suddenly.

Yan Nan shook his head.

You're asking even though you already know the answer. He must have searched me when I was unconscious.

"Can you do it?"

Yan Nan raised his head and glanced at him quickly, then turned his head to look at the simple environment around him, pulled the corners of his mouth down, and shook his head again.

"What do you need?" Yuan Qing was surprisingly patient with this question.

Yan Nan didn't even shake his head this time.

The tent became quiet again.

After a while, Yan Nan suddenly lost his voice, endured the burning pain in his throat and whispered: "I can't do it."

"Why!" Yuan Qing frowned.

But the eccentric researcher lowered his head again and made no attempt to explain.

There was deathly silence in the tent.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. It turned out that Yuan Qing had punched the ground heavily.

Yan Nan was startled by him. He widened his eyes and stared at Yuan Qing.

"Why can't I do it?" Yuan Qing stared at the dent in the ground made by his smash, trying hard to suppress his anger.

"I just can't do it." Yan Nan's voice was hoarse and light, but his attitude was stubborn and tough.

"You bastard——!"

The man, unable to contain his anger any longer, stood up and grabbed the frail patient by the collar.

"Captain!" Yan Huai was startled by his sudden action, but Yuan Qing only cared about the guy in his hands.

The latter's entire upper body was lifted up by him in an instant, his soft waist was forced to bend, his head tilted back weakly, and his long hair fell to the ground.

Faced with Yuan Qing's sudden action, he didn't resist at all and just let him do whatever he wanted.

Seeing him in such a cowardly state, Yuan Qing's raised fist that was intended to threaten him suddenly stiffened.

After a while, he clenched his fist in frustration, but finally let go of his hand and gently put Yan Nan down.

Then he turned around and left the tent without any regrets.

Yan Huai didn't understand why, but he still followed him out.

After the footsteps faded away, Yan Nan lay there for a while. He slowly turned his head to the other side and closed his eyes.

【System...】

【Eh.】

[What kind of medicine did you let me use yesterday? Has the original owner already developed a serum that can cure all viruses? ]

【No.】

【？ 】

[In fact, what I asked you to inject into Yan Huai yesterday was just an ordinary delaying agent that had not been tested yet.]

【Why? 】Yan Nan seemed to understand a little.

The system continued to explain: [You should know that with the current development of virus drugs, there is absolutely no way to treat a child with such serious injuries as that child.]

[Letting you inject the drug is just a way to coax you. 】

[Even if there is no zombie virus, there is no hope of saving him under those medical conditions. The medicine you injected can only alleviate his pain before death.]

He understood it completely.

But in the end, even the system did not expect that the medicine actually cured Yan Huai. No, to that extent, it was no exaggeration to say that he was brought back from the dead.

That was definitely not an effect that could be achieved by the ordinary medicine in Yan Nan's pocket.

What unexpected variables affect the dosage and ultimately lead to the results?

Yan Nan carefully recalled his memories of that time, but because there were too many things worth noting at that time, even the memory of the injection of the drug had been almost forgotten.

He couldn't remember any useful details, so he didn't figure out what it was that saved Yan Huai.

But it is worth noting that, because of Yan Huai's resurrection, with this living example as his life-saving card, no matter whether what he said now that he could not make medicine was true or false, Yuan Qing did not dare to attack him easily.

In the relationship between him and Yuan Qing, the initiative was back in his hands.

Thinking of this, Yan Nan slowly closed his eyes. He stood up carefully, walked to the door, opened the tent and looked outside.

The sun was shining brightly outside. Yan Huai and Yuan Qing were packing their luggage for their departure at a parking spot not far away.

The two of them were doing it passionately. He squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then lowered the curtain, sat down with his hands clasped, and yawned for a long time.

It had nothing to do with him. They wouldn't capture a weak researcher like him and force him to work.

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The car sped across the plain.

Yuan Qing was driving and Yan Nan was sitting as his passenger.

"Huh?" Yan Huai, who was holding a telescope in the back, suddenly spoke up, "Captain, there's a car ahead, surrounded by zombies."

"Can you tell who it is?"

"It seems...it seems to be Brother Song and his friends. Maybe their car got stuck."

Yuan Qing chuckled, "Which Brother Song are you, Song Yanghui?

"Yes, that's him. Captain, let's go save him first."

"Then you better sit tight--" As he said that, he stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed forward in an instant.

The heavy pickup truck with an iron-gray appearance rushed forward, mercilessly crushing the remaining small fish and shrimps along the way.

"Boss, who is this?"

Song Yanghui shook his head, looking at the car that came out of nowhere but suddenly helped them a lot.

The pickup truck stopped not far away, the door opened, and a flag was raised first, then waved a few times and then put back.

Seeing this, Song Yanghui also waved his hand, signaling the team members to put down their weapons.

Yuan Qing got out of the car first, followed by Yan Huai, and finally Yan Nan slowly got down from his seat.

Song Yanghui waved to them. Yuan Qing walked over, looked at the car, and asked, "What happened? Stop here."

"It's not a big deal," he took out a cigarette and handed it to Yuan Qing, "it's just that the fuel tank is on fire."

Yuan Qing raised an eyebrow, but didn't take his cigarette. He said jokingly, "What time is it? You still have this thing, Brother Song?"

Song Yanghui bent down, holding the cigarette in his palm and lit it. He blew out a long smoke ring, "What about you? How come you still have time to take that guy with you after you've already fled?"

Yuan Qing followed his gaze and turned to look. Not far from them, Yan Nan was still wearing that tattered white jacket, strolling around outside with his hands clasped, and no one knew what he was doing.

He had fair skin and curved eyebrows. Although he was covered in dust and dirt, he was still so dazzling in the sunlight that people could not take their eyes off him.

"After what happened last night, he actually didn't die down there. He's really lucky."

Song Yanghui held the cigarette between two fingers and clicked his tongue with a gloomy look on his face.

Yuan Qing didn't respond to him and silently looked away.

In the slowly rising white smoke, a woman in a gray robe suddenly came into his sight.

The woman's familiar outfit immediately brought his memory back to that day, her gentle and intoxicating voice and the endless rain.

His brows furrowed suddenly, "How come that person is in your team?"

Song Yanghui took a glance and said calmly: "My team members brought it to me."

"She could have left, but she gave up her place to a child, so she was left behind. Sister Qilan felt sorry for her and took her with her."

"She has no fighting ability at all. She is very difficult to deal with."