Chapter 7, Night Conversations

"Old Zhou, thanks to you, otherwise I would have to sleep on the floor tonight," Zheng Jieming turned to speak to Zhou Jitang

Zhou Jitang turned over but did not wake up

"It's the same; this month I will be in the red, and I won't meet my performance targets. As long as I am not dismissed, that would be good." Zheng Jieming replied calmly.

In a semi-conscious state, Zheng Jieming vaguely realized that someone was feeding him water and carrying him. He struggled to get up, but could only manage to half-open his eyes. Until he heard his savior facing a dire situation alone, he suddenly burst forth with immense strength and finally managed to sit up on his own. His heart was filled with words of gratitude, yet he felt that no words could express his feelings of returning from the brink of death, so he could only convey his appreciation through a deep bow.

I have heard that salespeople are quite wealthy. Chang Bing was contemplating his modest salary and naturally assumed that Zheng Jieming was a financially comfortable person, which made him feel a wave of inferiority. "We in security are not the same; we often find ourselves in a situation where our expenses exceed our income every month."

This kid knows his place

I will step out for a moment. Please close the door when you come in

Watching Zheng Jieming walk away, Chang Bing closed the door and secured the latch. Turning around, he was startled.

The temple door was half ajar, and he kept cursing himself while praying that Liu Junluo would not take any extreme actions

Zhou Jitang stood up silently at an unknown time, gazing at her

Zheng and Zhou returned to the room, where Chang Bing was carefully treating Ma Qi's forehead injury. She cleaned the blood around the wound with mineral water, disinfected the area with iodine, and finally wrapped the forehead with gauze. However, without anti-inflammatory medication, the situation was not optimistic; Ma Qi's high fever persisted and his temperature was even higher than before.

The salted pig's trotter from Zhoujitang

Do not mind him; he is just of this character.

What are you doing! Quickly go and help, as the Zhoujitang and the library cannot afford such formalities

"Can you not interrupt?" Chang Bing shot a glance at Zhou Jitang.

Chang Bing was still unable to recover from the shock, staring blankly at the man she had saved.

Zheng Jieming emptied the 80-liter backpack, put it on his back, picked up the riot baton brought by Chang Bing, and walked towards the door

Are you awake? It seems that the horse team's body temperature has dropped a bit

Why has it come to this... He lay awake, staring into the darkness, lost in thought for the entire night. Outside, it was quiet; this small temple was situated by a lake, surrounded by a thick belt of greenery, and there were no zombies nearby. Thus, he managed to doze off lightly in the latter half of the night

Zhoujitang shouted in alarm, dropped his backpack, and rushed towards the temple door

A small amount of medicine, some canned food, some snacks, and four blankets, all of which were just brought back by Zhou Jitang. Chang Bing had previously checked the backpack

Chang Bing no longer paid him any attention and turned to investigate Ma Qi's situation

Zheng Jieming, seeing Zhou Jitang's determination, straightened up.

"I don't know, he disappeared halfway up. I estimate he is already dead." Zheng Jieming was filled with guilt towards Lei Yang. He thought to himself that if it weren't for the two people in front of him, he would have likely died in there as well

Zheng Jieming narrowly escaped death and finally fully regained consciousness from his coma

"If it weren't for saving me, Ma Qi wouldn't have ended up like this." Zheng Jieming was filled with guilt

Ah ... ... Huh ... ...

When did you get up? You scared me to death. Chang Bing did not dare to look him in the eye

Chang Bing discovered that Ma Qi's body temperature had dropped

Chang Bing stared blankly for a while, and then cautiously fell asleep

Zhou Jitang lunged at Zheng Jieming, pinning him to the ground and preparing to strike. After delivering two punches, he focused his gaze and realized that it was not Liu Junluo, but rather the man he had rescued. He immediately ceased the assault. However, he did not relax his vigilance; his hand remained gripping the opponent's collar as he turned to look at Chang Bing.

The sky has darkened, and the three individuals are leaning against the wall, engaging in casual conversation

What is the use of money now? Whether one has money or not, it has come to the point of resorting to cannibalism. Zhou Jitang yawned.

Upon entering, Zhou Jitang saw Chang Bingsese trembling in the corner of the room, her clothes torn open at a seam, exposing her pale arms. In front of her, a man was bent over, and Zhou Jitang felt a surge of anger rise within him

Ah!

Aren't you asleep?" Chang Bing shot a glare at Zhou Jitang, then turned over and faced away from him to sleep on her side

Look at how he has transformed. Zhou Jitang checked Ma Qi's temperature, which was extremely high.

Zheng and Chang spread out the blanket and lay down. Chang Bing is in the middle, with Zheng and Zhou on either side

"Hello! Who are you talking about?" Chang Bing felt dissatisfied, as she thought he was referring to her

Zhoujitang let out a snore, indicating that he had fallen asleep

Go to bed early. Old Zhou has been running around with me on his back, and after we landed, he went out alone to look for things. Even a tough guy should take a break and rest his body

Only Zheng Jieming had slept for an entire day, fearing that he might fall into a deep slumber again. Hearing that the two people beside him had fallen asleep, he simply sat up, moved the blanket to the door, and kept watch for the three benefactors.

"A hundred years of cultivation to share the same bed!" Zhou Jitang squinted his eyes, looking at Chang Bing who was sleeping beside him

In the weekly journal, a sense of fatigue suddenly washed over me, and I closed my eyes to wander into a dream.

Ma Qi let out a moan, interrupting their conversation

Zhou Jitang remained silent, looking at Chang Bing, sitting down, wordless

Zheng Jieming thought for a moment, then walked to the window to carefully observe the situation outside. There were still no zombies near the small temple, but in the distance on Changchun Street, zombies were still wandering. He was uncertain if there was a place more advantageous than this small temple to serve as a stronghold, so he decided to go out and explore.

Two individuals lifted Liu Junluo and threw him onto the duck boat, giving it a strong push. The duck boat slowly drifted towards the center of the lake

I, along with Zhou Jitang, am a security personnel in the subway. What do you do?" Chang Bing wanted to learn more about Zheng Jieming

"What? You're going out by yourself? You just woke up." Chang Bing followed closely behind him, not wanting him to go out alone.

"What is your name? Why did you come out of the ventilation duct?" Chang Bing finally had the opportunity to ask him

"Do not blame yourself; he was beaten, not bitten by a zombie, and it has nothing to do with you," Chang Bing comforted.

The next morning, Zhou Jitang opened his eyes and found himself closely nestled against Chang Bing. He raised his head to look around and felt a surge of joy—Zheng Jieming was sleeping alone against the door.

You fled for your life while carrying me; I know I cannot move, but I can still hear everything. Thank you

Sales. Not far from here, near Hengji Building, a small company. The company he works for is indeed not large, with sales personnel constituting the main body of the company. It occupies a corner on the 5th floor, and the sales staff rarely stay at their desks except for morning meetings and training; they are usually out contacting clients. In good months, he can easily earn over 10,000, but in poor months, he not only receives a negligible base salary but also has to bear the pressure from the boss and other colleagues—the collective assessment system means that if one person's performance is poor, everyone is affected. In good months, he can easily earn over 10,000, but in poor months, he not only receives a negligible base salary but also has to bear the pressure from the boss and other colleagues—the collective assessment system means that if one person's performance is poor, everyone is affected.

The backpack! It was only then that Zhou Jitang remembered the matter of the backpack. He rushed outside, retrieved the bag, and handed it to Chang Bing. "I searched all around but couldn't find a pharmacy. It was getting dark, and I didn't dare to go to the pedestrian street. I only found some iodine, gauze, and fever medicine at a restaurant counter; nothing else was available. There are also some food and a blanket in the bag; you can check for yourself. Zheng Jieming, we need to sort out this mess and the fragments of the books."

What about the other person? At that time, we only saw you. I specifically looked in the pipe and there was no one else." Zhou Jitang asked.

Chang Bing sat up and kicked open the sleeping Zhou Jitang, who was drooling and smiling foolishly.

Chang Bing came to his senses from his panic and saw it was Zhou Jitang. He threw himself onto Zhou Jitang, holding him tightly and crying.

"How do you know?" Zhou Jitang turned around in confusion, only to see Zheng Jieming bowing in response to the sound

After a while, Chang Bing woke up from a nightmare, screaming and gasping for breath. Once he calmed down, he felt that something was not quite right around him. Zheng Jieming was no longer by his side, and what about his waist?

Ship

How is he doing?" Zheng Jieming's voice came from behind Chang Bing

The three of them also fed the horse and gave it some food, administered fever-reducing medicine, and covered it with the blanket they had found

Zheng Jieming, I and another person were trapped in the subway tunnel, and later decided to break out through the ventilation duct

He simply placed his hand between Chang Bing's waist and hips, and continued to sleep

The situation of the cavalry is quite dire, "Chang Bing whispered to Zhou and Zheng.

What should we do? The cavalry cannot move now. Should we carry him to relocate?

I just went to look for something, and it was quite thrilling. "Zhoujitang murmured this and then turned over, pretending to be asleep.

Zhoujitang did not go to Zhenya Road. As the sky darkened, he found an 80-liter yellow hiking backpack in a store on Changchun Street. He carefully stuffed four quilts and some snacks into it, and cautiously made his way back through the neighborhood to the woods near the small temple

Hmph! Fool. Zhou Jitang secretly sighed.

Zhou Jitang raised his head and twisted his neck to relieve the awkwardness. He did not understand why, but seeing Chang Bing watching Zheng Jieming leave filled him with jealousy. This feeling was something he had never experienced before, and he had never felt it in relation to Chang Bing.

In the weekly journal, upon hearing this sentence, I felt it was quite beneficial. I smacked my lips and continued to pretend to be asleep

"Hmm. Speaking of which, what do we have on hand?" Zheng Jieming asked

"Are you Zhoujitang?" Zheng Jieming asked

That is great. However, we do not have any other anti-inflammatory medication, nor can we prepare cooked food, which is still detrimental to his recovery.

In the weekly journal, feeling bored, I felt like a third wheel. I took out a blanket and pretended to sleep in a corner.

What is wrong with you?" Chang Bing asked, somewhat confused

Zhou Jitang kicked the corpse of Liu Junlu.

Liu Junluo! I curse your entire family!

It is quite chaotic outside now, so there is no need to worry about these matters anymore. Chang Bing sighed

Next to the goose boat, there is an additional duck boat—Liu Junluo's boat

Who is being referred to? Zhou Jitang thought, it must be talking about himself

He just saved me. Chang Bing wiped away his tears, gestured with his right hand towards Zheng Jieming, and described the events to Zhou Jitang in detail.

Chang Bing opened the door and watched Zheng Jieming's distant figure, feeling a sense of unease in her heart—this time not for herself, but for this man who was walking away, someone she could hardly call familiar. She felt as if there was a worm crawling inside her, an indescribable anxiety that she had not experienced when she went out yesterday.

"I can't believe it! You bastard, you worship me, and I'm still alive!" Zhou Jitang could not tolerate this behavior and quickly held his head, "Chang Bing! Don't let him do this anymore"

"By the way, have you found the medicine?" Chang Bing asked Zhou Jitang

Zhou Jitang was pressing down on Zheng Jieming, while Chang Bing was holding onto Zhou Jitang. The three of them remained in this inexplicable situation for a while, and only after Chang Bing had cried enough did they finally let go.

Zheng Jieming stepped outside, glanced around, then turned around, smiled at Chang Bing, and closed the door. In his view, Chang Bing, Zhou Jitang, and Ma Qi were all equally deserving benefactors.