Chapter 110 A box of cold medicine brought in a top-notch research team

Just after hanging up the call with White Tiger, the radio's rusted, greenish speaker emitted another series of beeps. "Beep. Beep." The red indicator light was dizzying. Qian Duoduo stuffed the last half of his spicy strip into his mouth. He wiped his nose with the back of his greasy hand. "Big Sister-in-law, another one is coming in."

"Answer it." Lin Xingwan spat out the lychee pit in her mouth. A weary but calm male voice came from the radio. The other party claimed to be a top-tier national biological research team trapped in a laboratory on the outskirts' highlands. "We have five core members infected with that strange disease and we need medicine." The man's voice was intermittent amidst the thunder. "We will trade with data."

Lin Xingwan watched with cold eyes. "What kind of data?" "Acid-base analysis of this torrential rain, as well as predictions for future climate trends." The man sounded somewhat anxious. "This is crucial for your survival." "Useless." Lin Xingwan spat, her expression indifferent. "Then what do you want?" The man breathed heavily; it was clear he was reaching his limit. "Anything we have is up for negotiation."

"I want your people," Lin Xingwan said. "That's impossible!" The man's voice suddenly rose, straining his bellows-like throat, and he began to cough violently. "We are a national research unit; we cannot belong to a private armed force!" "Then stay there and wait for death," Lin Xingwan sneered. "Wait!"

A scream came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, accompanied by a woman's crying. "Doctor! Dr. Jiang's arm has started to rot! The black fluid won't stop!" The man's breathing turned chaotic instantly, his palm pressing against the microphone, creating a sticky friction sound. Lin Xingwan didn't speak, tapping her slender fingers on the tabletop. She had plenty of time to wait. "Fine... I agree!" The man sounded like a deflated balloon, his voice instantly aging ten years. "Deal." Lin Xingwan hung up the phone.

She turned to look at Huo Yuan, who was cleaning his gun. "That boat Lu Dachui modified, can it be used?" "Yes." Huo Yuan put away his Tang sword, his gaze darkening. "Let's go, let's test that kid's craftsmanship." The rain poured down in torrents. The turbid floodwater rolled with mud and sand, emitting the stench of dead fish and shrimp. The "water tank" modified by Lu Dachui let out a dull roar and rushed out of the boathouse. The large manganese steel collision bumper on the bow smashed the debris on the water surface to pieces.

Along the way, they occasionally encountered a few unobservant water bandits. Just as they tried to approach, they were blocked by the steel plates rising from both sides of the yacht. Huo Yuan stepped on the gas, driving this steel monster straight ahead. Half an hour later, the yacht stopped at the foot of a highland in the suburbs. The terrain here was high, and the water had not yet submerged the laboratory on the mountaintop. Lin Xingwan and Huo Yuan pushed open the car door and jumped off the boat, their leather boots squelching into the muddy yellow clay. The iron door of the laboratory was tightly closed. Huo Yuan lifted his leg and kicked it directly. "Clang!" The rusted iron lock was kicked off.

Inside the room was a stench of sour disinfectant, mixed with the unique odor of the dead. A dozen blackened, blood-stained cotton balls were scattered on the floor. An old man sat on a bench, wearing glasses with a broken leg tied to his ear with a piece of rotten red string. He clutched an iron mug with thick tea stains; his palms were sweaty, making the cup slippery in his grip. Seeing Lin Xingwan and Huo Yuan enter, the old man stood up abruptly. "Where is the medicine?"

Lin Xingwan didn't speak. She slammed a plastic airtight box onto the lab bench. Inside were cold medicines and anti-inflammatory pills laced with space spiritual spring water. "Go, feed it to them." Lin Xingwan tilted her chin. A clean-looking young male doctor, though with a ring of yellow sweat stains on his collar, ran over and hurriedly grabbed the box. His fingers were covered in mud, his fingernails filled with black blood, and he fed the medicine to the patients on the beds with trembling hands. The pills were washed down with murky rainwater.

Within ten minutes, the two researchers on the hospital beds, who had been screaming and convulsing, had their breathing gradually stabilize. The black sores on their bodies that had been oozing pus miraculously stopped bleeding and began to scab over. "This... this is impossible!" The old man's glasses nearly fell off; he hurriedly checked the patients' pulses, his lips trembling. "This efficacy... it's unscientific! Completely unscientific!" "Science died long ago." Lin Xingwan sneered and brushed the dirt off her hands. "Now, pack your things and come with me."

The old man looked at the miraculous efficacy of the medicine, then at the invincible steel monster outside, and completely lost his spirit. "Fine... we'll go." He lowered his head dejectedly. This top-tier biological research team, along with their precision instruments, were all packed up and taken back to Xingchen Base.

In the accommodation rooms on the third underground level, Lu Dachui was leading people to move their equipment, chewing on a cold steamed bun while muttering non-stop. "Be careful! This is a high-precision machine tool I went through hell to snatch back; if you break it, I'll twist off your heads!"

Professor Chen and his students looked at the clean, warm Underground City, which even had hot water supply. The shock in their eyes could not be hidden. They had originally thought this private base was just a bandit den. They hadn't expected it to be a paradise in The Apocalypse. "Professor Chen, from now on, you will live on this level. You must bathe every day; no strange diseases are allowed in." Lin Xingwan stood at the door with her arms crossed. "Thank you, Big Sister-in-law... no, thank you, Boss Lin!" Several young researchers wiped away tears, moved. In The Apocalypse, where even drinking water was a problem, being able to take a hot shower was simply a divine luxury.

"Sister Xingwan..." The young male doctor, Dr. Jiang, who had fed the medicine earlier, walked over somewhat awkwardly, holding a stack of reports. He had washed his face clean; he looked quite delicate and fair. His eyes darted around, and his fingertips nervously picked at the corner of his clothes. "Um... thank you for saving us back in the laboratory. I... I am Dr. Jiang, and I specialize in gene sequencing." The young man's face flushed red as he stared straight at Lin Xingwan, the worship and admiration in his eyes impossible to hide. "From now on, my life is yours."

He had just finished speaking when... "Creak—creak—" A harsh sound of metal scraping suddenly came from the depths of the corridor. Huo Yuan walked out slowly from the shadows, dragging that pitch-black Tang sword behind him. The tip of the blade carved a shallow mark on the floor, kicking up sporadic sparks. Those deep, dark eyes stared fixedly at Dr. Jiang, the murderous intent in them cold enough to freeze. Dr. Jiang felt a chill run down his back. He turned his head stiffly, looking at this man who was as tall as a wall, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Huo Yuan walked to Lin Xingwan's side and naturally wrapped his arm around her slender waist, declaring absolute sovereignty. He looked down at Dr. Jiang, a cruel sneer curling the corner of his mouth. "Kid." Huo Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, his voice devoid of any warmth. "That sentence you just said, do you have the guts to say it to me again?"