In one of the wards of ICU, there were six big men squeezing. They didn't know how long they had been here, but their faces were covered with stubble, their tired eyes slightly raised, and they said to themselves: "Can we survive?"

One of the doctors responded: "Life is really ironic. We have saved people who have been living for life and cured for their illnesses for life, but in the end we ended up with such an end. It is difficult to survive and die but reluctant to leave. It is said that there is cause and effect in the world, but at this time I deeply feel that good people are not rewarded."

The doctor who was talking looked young, but the days he was trapped in the room made him extremely old, and his weak voice sounded like an old man in the evening.

"I said I wanted to fight, but you didn't listen. As a result, there were more and more things outside. Now, I've almost finished eating. I guess there will be no water in two days. Do we want to starve to death here?"

The man who was talking had a circle of beards, his lips looked abnormally white under his black beard. He thought he was trapped here and his body became weak, but his burly figure was difficult to cover, and he stretched out the white sweatshirt, especially his back, which was as wide and thick as a cobra.

"Brother Xu, we all know that you can fight, but we can't. We don't have the same tricks as you."

"What's the point of talking about this now? If my legs were better, I could have taken you out of a bloody path from the beginning."

Having said this, he suddenly fell silent, lamented, and continued, "It's useless to say it now. I still want to survive, but the zombies in the entire hospital gathered outside, and even the God of Daluo would have no choice."

He turned over, cursed himself, and said, "Sleeping, I'm upset."

He was right. Even if the Daluo God came, they might not be able to rescue them. When Song Beichuan and his group first came here, they were shocked. They had never seen such a dense group of zombies.

The people were crowded, crowding the entire corridor, extending to the various wards, shaking their bodies, just like dead trees in the wind.

No wonder, I saw only a small number of zombies along the way, and they all squeezed here.

The fat man said, "Boss Song, can you ask if you have any good ideas to save the treasures inside?"

"Look, let you take two watermelon knives and cut from inside to outside, and kill him in and out, and cut these messy ones into pieces. This is a good way."

The fat man said at this time: "Hehe, if I didn't hurt my back, I would have fucked these things alone. But aren't we injured? We can be less capable. In this way, you won't let the cabbage get it done."

The three of them lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, but Song Beichuan was struggling for a few minutes without a good idea. He was quite smart, but when he encountered such a hot potato, he had no choice.

"I'll go and lead them away." Bai Rongfeng suddenly said from the side.

Song Beichuan waved his hand quickly. How could he use the lives of several doctors to exchange for the lives of his good brother? What's more, this good brother is equivalent to a life-saving talisman, like a god of war. No matter how you look at it, it's not worth it.

"No, why do you suddenly become enthusiastic at this time? People can't help but you must not be able to do anything."

But there was no sign of expression on Bai Rongfeng's face, like a bottomless lake, and said to Song Beichuan coldly: "At the time, when I was in that small restaurant, I was the one who saved you."

In a word, Song Beichuan was said to be ashamed. Bai Rongfeng looked cold, but actually had a heart like gold. He finally understood the true meaning of cold outside and hot inside. He finally saw such an extreme individual.

He doesn't like to talk, but he doesn't care about his own safety at all, and he won't even think too much about it. As long as there is a chance to save them, he will try it.

Song Beichuan lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and squeezed out a word for a long time, "Okay."

"But we can't just let you fight like this. This move seems to be luring the tiger away from the mountain, but no one knows whether these zombies will be really lured away. You must have a comprehensive plan."

Then Song Beichuan and his group carefully retreated.

When they returned to Feng Xiuqing, the nurses couldn't help but look disappointed when they saw that they were the only ones who came back.

She asked, "Where are Dr. Zhang and the others?"

"Don't worry about them now. I'll send you out first. Just stay in the car honestly and don't make any noise. As for the rest, don't worry about it. No matter what happens, don't get out of the car."

Seeing that he was so serious, everyone dared not play tricks. The three men escorted the four nurses down. Although they had eaten some food, their bodies were still very weak. They walked around and down, stood steadily, and walked very slowly along the way.

Fortunately, only two zombies appeared, and they were killed by the fat man with one axe.

There were dozens of zombies gathering under the hospital, but the three of them asked the women to hide behind them, picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed forward.

They have already done a very skillful job of killing zombies and cooperated properly. Soon a group of zombies turned into a bunch of dead zombies on the ground.

Then they opened the car door and asked the nurses to get in the car first.

This car can accommodate a lot of people, but including the original Song Beichuan, there are only thirteen people, and there are also precious medicines, which cannot be seated no matter what.

"Don't worry about this. The doctors above all have cars, all parked in the parking lot of this hospital. You only need to drive one at that time to get off." One of the nurses said after knowing their concerns.

Another solution to the escape problem is how to ensure Bai Rongfeng's safety.

Song Beichuan asked again with concern: "You can still regret it now. As long as you regret it, we can leave here and return to the village now."

Bai Rongfeng shook her head and said, "It's okay, I can run away."

Seeing that he was so firm, Song Beichuan couldn't continue to say anything more.

So the three of them began to discuss many things such as how to lure the tide of corpses and the final meeting place.

When everything was discussed and understood, their iron triangle returned to the hospital.

Song Beichuan took out the walkie-talkie in his arms and said to the survivors in the hospital: "We will go to rescue you. We plan to lure the zombies away and report your location. If all the zombies in your ward are dispersed, please notify us."

After a second, the other end of the walkie-talkie said with a sob: "Okay, we will do our best."

They could not be moved. After nearly three weeks of despair, they finally saw a glimmer of light.

Then the three of them came to the fifth floor. The fat man and Song Beichuan hid in a miscellaneous room next to him. Before Bai Rongfeng took action, he turned around and looked at Song Beichuan's eyes deeply and said, "You can bring happiness to everyone, please cherish this ability."

Song Beichuan looked at Bai Rongfeng with a strange feeling. This was a kind of sadness before parting. He definitely looked good, and the meaning behind this silent look.

However, just as he was about to ask in detail, Bai Rongfeng rushed into the tide of corpse in a blink of an eye.

One person and one sword, those zombies will die if they are touched, and they will die if they are hit. A quick sword among the corpses will kill the earth, with blood flying, leaving only a white figure like the god of death in the air.

There was no laughter, no crying, no hatred on his face, no expression on his face, only the murderous intent in his eyes was preserved.

At this moment, he was a god of war. He shook his wrist and cut out several sword flowers, and a few zombies fell to the ground.

He was tired of killing. Although he had never been tired, it would not work for one person to fight hundreds of zombies, and it was a ridiculous thing that did not belong to the category of human beings. Although there were already many things that exceeded human limits in him.

He laughed when he was tired, but he actually laughed. At this time, Song Beichuan saw him laughing for the first time. Through the crack in the door of the debris room, he shouted, and the world seemed to be trembling.

The zombies rushed towards him one after another, turned around and ran without looking back.

Song Beichuan could see all this clearly, and the vast zombies left with a figure like a white ghost.

After ten minutes, the zombies were dispersed, leaving behind broken limbs and broken arms.

Bai Rongfeng was gone, and Song Beichuan prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that he could be safe and meet again at the agreed place.

The fat man said at this time: "Oh my god, is this still a human? He is almost killing a hundred people at this moment, right?"

Song Beichuan walked out of the small debris room, looked at the dead bodies all over the ground, felt the sticky blood under his feet and the stench on his face.

"He is the most powerful person I have ever seen in my life."

Song Beichuan and the fat man walked side by side, and there were still two or three zombies left here, and with their strength, they could easily be solved.

Walking to the ward where the trapped person was, Song Beichuan slowly opened the door.

A smell that was comparable to a zoo hit the face, and this smell even overwhelmed the smell of blood.

It's no wonder that a group of big men, who are all crowded in such a place, can't they taste without smell?

The one who spoke to them at the beginning was Dr. Zhang, wearing glasses, a stubble face, and a gentle and gentle person.

"Thank you so much." When I said this, I couldn't even control my emotions and escaped from death. I had already lost hope and could feel the value of living again.

But Song Beichuan's eyes were not on him, and his eyes were always staring at the muscular man at the back.

With a circle of beards, fierce and sharp eyes, and a figure that looks like a bear. It seems that he is what the nurses call it.

"What are you always staring at me!"

The fat man was anxious and said, "You have a bad temper!"

"What! I don't accept practicing!"

Song Beichuan shook his head. He dared to be sure that this person must be very good at fighting, but he must also be sure that this person's intelligence must not be very good.

"Hey, your fat grandpa didn't beat you today and made peach blossoms fly all over the sky, so you don't know why the flowers are so red!"

Song Beichuan hurriedly stopped him and said to the strong man: "What's your name?"

"Li Xiaodong."

"Then remember my name, my name is Song Beichuan."

But he turned his head aside, showing a look of ignoring his answer.

Song Beichuan shook his head, this guy is really hard to get along with.

But he didn't care and took them to the place where the vehicle was parked. A doctor contributed his car. Song Beichuan asked the fat man to drive and took them back to Anning Village.

I returned to the car at the beginning and told the fat man a few times before leaving, never look at him and don’t fight again.

Then, he and Fatty came to the place he had agreed with Bai Rongfeng at the initial place he had agreed to with Bai Rongfeng, but after arriving at the destination, he still did not see Bai Rongfeng.

He recalled again that Bai Rongfeng's parting look through the crack in the door in the utility room.

From twelve o'clock to 3 o'clock in the afternoon, but there was still no one. Song Beichuan returned to the car and was in a daze in anger.

Suddenly he saw a corner of white paper exposed under the cushion of the car.

He recalled that Bai Rongfeng was sitting there before.

Song Beichuan pinched the letter paper, pulled it out from under the cushion, and gently spread it with his fingers.

A line of small words is displayed in front of you.

'You are not weak, I'm leaving.'

He appeared like a ghost when Song Beichuan needed it, and left again as soon as the time came.
To be continued...