Shamelessly Begging Zhang Yi to Lend Medicine

Hearing that Zhang Yi had medicine, Wang Min and Sun Zhichao instantly became excited!

When a person is facing death, they will clutch at any straw.

Sun Zhichao struggled to speak, "Is this true? Does he... does he really have medicine?"

Wang Min also stared at her fiercely, "Fang Yuqing, don't you dare lie to us! Because of you, several of us are severely injured."

Hearing the name Zhang Yi now still sent lingering shivers down her spine.

Fang Yuqing replied, "It was about a month ago. Ever since then, Zhang Yi seemed to have completely changed. He started frantically hoarding things at home."

"I could see delivery trucks bringing him items almost every day."

"Once, I even saw a pharmaceutical company's van drive into the residential complex, and Zhang Yi went down to meet it."

"Then, the workers carried two large boxes up to his apartment. They definitely contained medicine!"

Hearing this, Zhou Ke'er chimed in, "Antibiotics are not rare medicines. If he truly knew the disaster was coming in advance and stocked up, he must have a large quantity of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs on hand."

As a doctor, Zhou Ke'er was extremely certain of this.

Sun Zhichao looked as though he had seen a lifeline, the light in his eyes turning somewhat frantic.

"Then go find Zhang Yi quickly! Make him bring the medicine to save my life!"

"My injury was caused by him in the first place, so he has to save me!"

Wang Min gritted her teeth, her expression conflicted and tangled.

"But after what just happened, he must despise us! Why would he ever bring medicine for us?"

Ge Jialiang was already in unbearable pain.

He lay on the sofa, letting out continuous, agonizing groans.

"Ouch, I feel like I'm going to die."

"Think of something! Beg Zhang Yi, you have to save us!"

Fang Yuqing also chimed in, "We didn't even hurt him, and we were only planning to leave some supplies for him after breaking down the door."

"Instead, he ignored our good intentions and went for the kill. We are the righteous ones here, what do we have to be afraid of!"

Hearing these people's remarks, Zhou Ke'er basically understood what had happened, and a look of speechlessness instantly flashed through her eyes.

However, this matter had nothing to do with her, and she offered no further comment.

Instead, she opened her medical kit, took out some gauze, and began trying to stem the bleeding for the injured.

There was barely anything left inside the kit.

The medications she kept at home were only for emergencies, so she never had a large supply.

Moreover, having treated several neighbors over the past few days, her inventory had naturally hit rock bottom.

If Wang Min and the others couldn't manage to get medicine, perhaps all she could do was pull out the arrowheads and bandage them up as best as she could.

At the very least... it would allow them to die with a little less agony.

The group was certainly good at talking their way out of guilt.

Even now, they still believed they had done nothing wrong.

They were merely trying to survive, how could that be a crime?

The only one to blame was Zhang Yi for being so selfish. What right did he have to enjoy such superior living conditions all by himself?

After pondering for a moment, Wang Min suddenly pointed a finger at Fang Yuqing and said, "This task is up to you! I know Zhang Yi used to pursue you, so you're the most suitable person to handle this."

Sun Zhichao and Ge Jialiang also weakly expressed their agreement.

After all, all of this was brought upon them by Fang Yuqing.

If she hadn't told them about Zhang Yi's situation and sworn up and down that his defenses were weak and easy to breach, they wouldn't have been foolish enough to take such a risk.

Although Zhou Peng was somewhat reluctant to have Fang Yuqing go and beg Zhang Yi, the excruciating pain in his arm and the imminent threat of death forced him to side with Wang Min.

He said to Fang Yuqing, "Yuqing, we're a collective, right? Just bear with this grievance for our sakes. Only if we all stay alive can we protect you."

Fang Yuqing wore a tangled expression of deep reluctance.

After all, she had already been subjected to such humiliation by Zhang Yi before.

Yet, she had no other choice now.

It was solely by virtue of her relationship with Zhou Peng that she had been allowed into this group.

Otherwise, a fragile woman like her would have been of little use when confronting ruthless bullies like Chen Zhenghao and his gang.

Other teams would never have chosen to let her join.

And even if she were taken in, she might simply end up reduced to a toy.

Women—especially those with no skills other than flirting and a pretty face—were utterly worthless in the apocalypse.

Zhou Ke'er picked up her scalpel. Conditions were limited, and sterilization was out of the question.

Even if she had an alcohol lamp, it would likely freeze solid in these temperatures.

Besides, without actual medication, attempting sterilization now was a completely meaningless gesture.

She instructed Sun Zhichao to bite down on a towel and then began the process of digging out the arrowhead.

Without anesthesia, the surgical site soon echoed with pig-like shrieks of agony, and Sun Zhichao nearly bit the towel in half!

Everyone in the room felt their hair stand on end, and they hurriedly urged Fang Yuqing to contact Zhang Yi for medicine.

Fang Yuqing steeled herself and dialed Zhang Yi's WeChat voice call.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

Zhang Yi was at home, getting ready to eat something.

Strangely enough, even though this was his first time killing someone, his mind was remarkably calm.

There was no fear; instead, there was a sense of excitement from successful revenge.

He was quite satisfied with this. To survive the apocalypse, one had to possess such a mindset.

He had genuinely feared he might vomit or suffer from insomnia afterward.

After all, he had endured more desperate circumstances than anyone present, and nothing could easily cause his mental state to collapse anymore.

At that moment, his phone rang.

With a hint of amused curiosity, Zhang Yi picked it up and saw that the caller was Fang Yuqing. His eyes widened slightly, a surprised smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Oh? Beaten up that miserably just now, and now you're calling to curse at me?"

Zhang Yi answered without hesitation.

The more miserable the caller was, the happier he felt.

He switched on speakerphone and continued preparing his lunch in the kitchen.

"Hello, what is it?"

Zhang Yi's voice was exceptionally gentle, as if he weren't the person who had just killed Lu Tao and shot arrows at Sun Zhichao and the others.

Yet the softer his tone, the more terrified Fang Yuqing and the others felt.

Under the collective gaze of the others, Fang Yuqing also kept the call on speaker.

She pleaded tearfully, "Zhang Yi, Lu Tao is dead, and Zhou Peng and the others were hit by your arrows—they're dying too. Sob, sob, sob..."

She cried miserably, seemingly hoping to evoke Zhang Yi's sympathy.

However, Zhang Yi simply replied indifferently, "Oh, if they're dead, they're dead. Everyone has to die sooner or later!"

Holding a knife in his hand, he leaned closer to the microphone and said softly, "Surely you didn't think you could survive this snowstorm, did you?"

The voice sounded as though it came straight from the abyss, sending a cold shiver down the spines of Wang Min and the others.

Zhang Yi had voiced the deepest, darkest fear hidden in their hearts.

With the heavy snow sealing off the city, their apartment building had become an isolated island.

Even if they managed to squeak by for now, their supplies would soon run out. If Chen Zhenghao didn't kill them, they would eventually freeze or starve to death.

Shivering and weeping, Fang Yuqing cried out, "Zhang Yi, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault for turning down your pursuit. But I want to change now—can you please forgive me?"