You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 213 212: Just Say It If You Want

The doctor had barely finished speaking when over a dozen gun barrels were already aid directly at him.

"Ah!"

A nurse scread in fright.

The faces of the two doctors behind turned deathly pale.

They didn't know if the guns were homade, but judging from the bean-frying gunfire just now and the fact that they had successfully reached the upper floor, the lethality went without saying.

At Zhang Ye's command, everyone present would be instantly riddled with innurable bullets just like those zombies piled up in the corner.

Zhang Ye squinted his eyes, sizing up the young doctor in front of him, wondering if he was indeed the main character he was looking for.

Could the person who established a settlent in such a place really be a doctor?

What were his abilities?

According to Ding Zhixiong's description, the young nurse was the culprit who had released the zombies from those rooms, but from her delicate appearance, it was obvious that she was not a skilled fighter.

She must have used so thod to achieve that.

This really fits the profile!

Now, aren't all the managers and directors in the company able to control the zombies and make them work by the powers granted to them?

Thinking this, Zhang Ye felt a surge of impulse and his raised hand trembled slightly.

The mont this hand dropped, bullets would imdiately pierce these people in front of him.

Controlling zombies was the source of his power.

He couldn't afford to share that with anyone.

"Homade guns can kill just the sa,"

"Want to give it a try?"

He smiled as he watched the young doctor opposite him, eagerly anticipating what might happen next.

What would the other party do when his life was threatened?

Naturally, use his abilities to save himself.

But to everyone's surprise, the young doctor just shook his head lightly and said, "No need to test, nobody understands the killing power of bullets more than I do."

"When I was pursuing my PhD, I once dissected a corpse with my professor."

"The bullet went in through his eye into his brain."

"It was completely turned to mush inside."

As if afraid that the others wouldn't understand his point, the young doctor even gestured with his hand as if stirring, making everyone who saw the motion shiver involuntarily.

Even Zhang Ye, usually impassive, felt a bit nauseous.

But the young doctor's expression remained unchanged.

It was as if what he had just described was a trivial matter.

What followed was an even more shocking statent that he uttered without changing his expression, "I can't die, take whatever you want."

It seed as though to validate his words, two nurses imdiately wheeled out a cart.

The cart was loaded with various common dicines and antibiotics.

They even thoughtfully included several rolls of bandages.

And painkillers.

Zhang Ye even overheard a sigh of relief from the two people who approached, obviously having been worried about sothing until now and finally settling down.

Considering the shocked expressions on their faces when the young doctor had spoken just now, it wasn't difficult to guess the answer.

These people most likely hadn't expected this outco either.

They were afraid of angering him.

Having figured all these out, the worry in Zhang Ye's heart also dwindled quite a bit.

After all, the other party had already shown weakness.

The spoils of victory had been delivered.

The soldiers were also overjoyed at the outco, and imdiately two of them went to check the dications on the cart, finally nodding toward the skeptical captain.

A hint of surprise appeared in Ding Zhixiong's eyes, obviously, the outco before him wasn't what he had expected.

But ultimately, he could only whisper in Zhang Ye's ear:

"There's nothing wrong with the dicine."

"But Director Zhang, I still feel that things... aren't that simple."

Zhang Ye tilted his head to listen to him, thinking to himself, 'No shit,' which, of course, went without saying.

It seed like all was well, but there was still one matter without an answer.

"What's your na?"

His gaze suddenly shifted to the young nurse who had led the way earlier.

"?"

The nurse was initially surprised, then beca guarded, and finally lowered her voice with a hint of humiliation before responding:

"Chu Yan."

Zhang Ye nodded his chin and took a few steps forward.

At the sa ti, the soldiers from the combat unit quickly surrounded all the doctors and nurses present, and the atmosphere that had just relaxed suddenly beca tense again.

Chu Yan kept her head down, only to hear the man's footsteps stop suddenly in front of her.

A calm voice, almost devoid of emotion, suddenly arose:

"Tell ."

"How did you do it?"

"Do, do what?"

Confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, obviously not understanding what Zhang Ye ant.

But soon after, she caught a glimpse of soone out of the corner of her eye.

The man she had seen downstairs.

Back then, he had led these people trying to capture her but was blocked by the zombies in those rooms, followed by a burst of gunfire, after which she had run back to inform Doctor Zhao, only to find he had no intention of fleeing the place.

In fact, they had nowhere to go.

Beyond these walls, it wasn't just the madn afflicted with the disease; there were countless thieves and criminals as well.

But could she reveal this secret to the man before her?

Just as the woman hesitated, Zhao Sen's calm voice reached her ears: "You can ask directly about that; it's none of her business."

"Doctor Zhao..."

Gratitude filled the nurse's eyes as she looked at him.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Ye's gaze returned to the young doctor in front of him, who had already extended his hand in introduction: "Zhao Sen, a neurosurgeon from Sanjiang People's Hospital."

His expression, more than calm, was open.

And had a touch of sincerity.

"Zhang Ye."

"You can call Director Zhang."

Zhang Ye raised an eyebrow, and only after triple-checking that this kid wasn't going to pull a scalpel out of his lab coat did he gently shake his hand.

A short while later, a bottle with no label appeared before him.

The liquid was nearly transparent with a slight yellow tint.

It looked like so kind of extract.

"This is—"

Zhang Ye was imdiately puzzled.

"A secretion extracted from the brains of patients."

"It can adhere to clothing."

"It evaporates very quickly."

Zhao Sen explained the principle quite seriously, but in the end, seeing everyone's half-understanding looks, he concluded with a single sentence:

"It can confuse the patients' senses through sll."

"Making them treat the target as one of their own."

"It's yours."

This kid obviously misunderstood what Zhang Ye was getting at.

In his eyes, these people were probably not satisfied with the current dicine and were after sothing better.

The thinking of robbers is always so similar.

Even if they don't seem like it.

Want it?

Just say it if you do!

If you don't speak up, how am I supposed to know you want sothing else?