When he opened his eyes and saw the longing figure for the first time, Lan Xia sat up violently.

However, the consequence is that the painful face is grinning.

I used too much force and pulled the wound, but it was just painful.

Holding her abdomen in hindsight, her brain finally began to work.

She was pierced by that hateful zombie, remembering the scene at that time, Lan Xia smacked her cheeks in hindsight, she really wanted to whip herself for her impulsive behavior at that time.

Hasn't she always been cautious!

So the impulsive behavior was really done by her?

If this claw pierced not her abdomen, but her heart, the thought of it would instantly creep away!

She was absolutely having a cerebral convulsion at the time!

will come up with such an unreliable method, and it will be executed in a brain-dead way!

Looking at her abdomen, she had changed into a new outfit, and she could clearly feel the tight bandages on her abdomen.

"Why are you back again?"

Putting on the coat hanging on the hanger, Lan Xia walked to the window and opened the dark curtains.

To her surprise, what she saw outside was a clear sky and bright daylight.

And in the distance, although smoke rose from the distance, the familiar sound of gunfire and cannons disappeared without a trace.

Is the war over?

So how long has she been in a coma?

After pondering for a moment, Lan Xia suddenly remembered that there was no sound behind him.

The moment I woke up, when I saw that familiar face. The throbbing in her heart made her heart 'thump' like a fawn crashing.

I forced myself to divert my attention, and stood by the window for a long time before recovering the melody of my heartbeat.

Shouldn't you run away again?

Unable to hear the answer of the zombie behind him, Lan Xia turned his head in confusion.

There were still some traces of messiness on the white soft bed. The stupid-looking zombie was lying on the side of the bed like that, his eyes tightly closed, and his brow furrowed deeply as if he had encountered something very troublesome.

"In these years, zombies will also sleep?"

After a messy moment in the wind, Lan Xia silently stepped forward to help him to the bed and carefully covered him with the quilt.

Looking down at his quiet cheeks, he was about to get up when he saw a trace of red.

Reaching out and pulling his collar down. Lan Xia's hand paused violently.

The intricate scars covered his entire neck, and even if she didn't see the whole chest, she could imagine how badly he had been injured.

Sit in a chair next to the bed. Holding his chin with one hand, Lan Xia was thinking about a very strict question.

Should the zombie be swollen if it is injured?

Medicine?

Does human medicine work for zombies?

Thinking about the various necrotic organs in the zombie's body, Lan Xia silently denied this idea.

"Miss?!"

"Aunt Luo."

Lan Xia turned his head and shouted faintly, for what should the zombies do if they are injured. She's really out of the question. Can't you call Xun'er and let her treat this zombie, right?

Seeing tears brewing in Aunt Luo's red eyes, Lan Xia sighed lightly and gently stepped forward and patted her shoulder.

After sobbing for a long time, Aunt Luo recovered from her excitement, and when she saw the figure on the bed, she was obviously shocked, and she wisely did not make a sound but retreated silently.

After looking at the figure on the bed, he thought for a long time, and finally walked out of the room and closed the door quietly.

Let him rest quietly for a while. The zombie's self-healing ability should be very strong, so there shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?

The door was closed. But what Lan Xia didn't see was that after she left, he frowned tightly on the bed, and there was a panicked look, although his eyes were tightly closed, his expression was as if he had lost something very important and precious.

"Captain!"

Lan Xia, who was so frightened that she almost jumped to her feet, looked at the young man who was guarding the door of her room for an unknown amount of time.

Although Lan Xia was now in a state of lost soul, what she didn't know was that her expression was no different from the past in the eyes of others.

The same face is expressionless.

This may have become her biggest gain since the end of the world when she didn't know it.

Calm and persistent.

"Leader, I'm Xu Chen."

Xu Chen said to himself, how to say it, it is white and pure, and the only thing that impresses people is the frank and bright eyes.

If she had to describe it, it felt like this Xu Chen was the same type of person as Lao Gao.

Well, elite level, this is Lan Xia's personal feeling towards Xu Chen at a glance.

"What are you doing here?"

With his hands naturally wrapped around his shoulders and chest, Lan Xia looked indifferently at the very haggard and thick dark circles in front of him, looking like Xu Chen who had stayed up all night.

"Commander, I didn't mean to"

Lowering his head, Xu Chen didn't seem to know where to start.

It was obvious that the person in front of him was very confused, but he just didn't know how to speak.

"I really didn't mean to, I must have been too nervous at the time to make a mistake, I'm sorry for the wrong hand, I'm really sorry."

Skimming Xu Chen, Lan Xia turned his head: "That means, that bullet was fired by you?" ”

"I、、I、、I'm sorry! I'm so sorry、、I、、I really didn't mean to. ”

Seeing Xu Chen, whose eyes were about to turn red in front of him, Lan Xia patted him on the shoulder indifferently.

"Alright, let's go back and rest. Good marksmanship. ”

Shrugged his shoulders indifferently, Lan Xia quickly passed by Xu Chen, yes, such accurate marksmanship, and such accurate aiming in the sky.

What an unmistakable aim for her wounds!

Don't guess, it must be Lao Gao's proud sniper team members.

Since it was an unintentional move, and she believed that Xu Chen must not have done it on purpose, it was completely unnecessary to pursue it further.

I believe that Yan Sù is old-fashioned Lao Gao, and he will definitely clean up when he turns around, so she doesn't need to worry about it at all.

Lan Xia, who didn't know that his thoughts had been blackened, calmly pushed open Tang Xun's door, and when he saw Tang Xun sitting on the desk reading a book, Lan Xia lowered his eyes.

"I see, this place is very important, well, write it down first."

Quietly closed Tang Xun's door, and Lan Xia walked out silently.

Xun'er has actually been working hard, well, very hard.

Gently covering his abdomen with one hand, Lan Xia slowly walked down the stairs.

In the state of serious injury, a big move will involve the wound.

When has she ever been so aggrieved?

After secretly cursing the zombie in his heart for a thousand and eight hundred times, Lan Xia still had to carefully hold on to the handrail on the stairs and slowly descend the stairs.

It's just that she doesn't really feel much in her heart.

This injury was nothing compared to the hurt and torture she had received. (To be continued......)