Chapter 204: Drop – Successfully Joining the Company (Requesting Monthly Votes)

"Do you know whether to cut horizontally or make sequential cuts? The fat has seven layers; you need to cut it layer by layer. And there are cosmetic needles too. Do you know how to stitch the needles?" Jing Shu said disdainfully.

"I don't know, I have to learn. Maybe I'll become the midwife of this area in the future. If it doesn't go smoothly, I'll just make a direct incision to get the baby out. Thinking about it is so exciting. I really regret not signing up for medicine and having formalin body pools as companions. Instead, I studied some crappy agriculture, and now I'm following a biology mentor. Sigh, it's all fate."

"Or, you handle the cutting, and I'll handle the stitching? Look, with this stitching technique, in the end, when you pull, you can't even see the thread—it's all wrapped under your skin."

Jing Shu's eyes brightened. In the next couple of years, besides the earthquake-damaged and dilapidated corpses, there would be another type—those that are smashed. At that time, they would really need her stitching skills. "Dear, I suggest you use cosmetic needles so there won't be scars after stitching."

"Fine, it's settled then."

The two were excitedly discussing how to dissect and stitch along the way, both wanting to take a baby to practice on. Anyway, Jing Shu had the spirit spring and anesthetics, so no one would die.

"If she doesn't deliver smoothly, we'll just cut open," Jing Shu said.

Not sure if it was because Jing Shu's words were too impactful, or if the already mentally unstable Zhang Bing Bing heard this and sensed its power, or maybe Zhang Bing Bing's unborn child sensed the full malicious intent from both Jing Shu and Wu Youai.

Anyway, when Jing Shu and Wu Youai arrived at Zhang Bing Bing's residence, before even asking about the situation, Wu Youai hadn't even had time to say, "Take a deep breath, inhale and exhale," as an introduction.

Jing Shu had already seen Zhang Bing Bing spreading her legs and a small head protruding, as if to say, "No need for you, I'll come out myself!"

"Use, use force!" Wu Youai hurriedly shouted, performing the final delivery work, at least to prove that she had delivered before.

Then they heard a sound—the baby's head being pulled out, along with the body, by Zhang Bing Bing's husband.

"Waa waa!" The loud cry of the baby sounded, without even needing to pat the soles of its feet.

Jing Shu: "???"

Wu Youai: "???"

"This, it's just delivered? Just came out? So simple?"

"It seems so, yes?"

"He's a boy!"

"Don't know if it's yours or mine." The old man was somewhat melancholic. If it's his, then he has a son's younger brother. If it's his son's, then this is his grandson.

"Dad, just consider him as ours."

The extremely bizarre dialogue made Wu Youai think about sending these two to labor reform after the baby is a month old. Anyway, without the stubbornness over the child, how could they talk further.

Jing Shu raised the scissors. She wasn't there to deliver but to hand over the scissors to cut the umbilical cord.

Anyway, after all, Jing Shu could confidently tell people in the future: "I have delivered babies before, and I have cut umbilical cords for infants."

Jing Shu calculated the time—it took less than twenty minutes to deliver the baby, making her a bit suspicious whether the horror stories online were teasing her.

But some people have babies as if it costs their life, some ride motorcycles and give birth, others go to the bathroom and deliver in the toilet… In short, everyone is different; it depends on fate.

"Ugly."

"Babies are so ugly when they're born."

"Alright."

As the first baby born in Banana Community, naming was also an important matter. Zhang Bing Bing's first and second husbands recognized Wu Youai's authority. "You are the manager of our area; you name the baby."

Wu Youai looked at Jing Shu, "Or you name it, and I'll input it into the big data?"

Jing Shu pondered, "Surname Zhang, name Zhang Dada, hoping he can grow up safely in this apocalyptic world."

"Surname Zhang is good, follow the mother's surname, Zhang Dada is easy to remember."

"Let's name him Zhang Dada."

Wu Youai rolled her eyes, thinking Jing Shu couldn't come up with any meaningful name. "Fine, let's name him Zhang Dada."

Wu Youai collected baby-related items in the group—the "Less Milk I Have a Baby" group sent over unused stuff, finally solving Zhang Bing Bing's difficulties. By the time Jing Shu finished dealing with things here, it was already six in the morning.

Jing Shu still wanted to go back and catch up on some sleep, but who knew Zhou Bapi was already waiting at the door driving his Alpha, showing his big yellow teeth and smiling, "Go early, the road is far."

Jing Shu's teeth clicked. Fine, then tonight she must sleep well.

Jing Shu thought Zhou Bapi's "road is far" was just a polite way of speaking but didn't expect it was really far!

The mountains of Wucheng were horizontal, so they crossed one after another, finally arriving. Fortunately, the terrain here was high; otherwise, the cars couldn't come. According to the distance, Jing Shu estimated about twenty kilometers.

Because the water was knee-deep and driving at night was slow, it took more than an hour to reach the place.

"Here used to grow snow lotus. That area is all ours, planted with common things. Two months before the apocalypse, we catalyzed a batch, and later moved to greenhouse planting. Now with the ghostly weather, nothing can be grown."

"This is the old pharmaceutical factory of Wucheng for over twenty years, very comprehensive inside. Over there is the drug refining area, oh, and there's a processing plant dedicated to Chinese medicine."

"Look, there's also a warehouse over there. Previously, Wucheng sent medicinal materials to other provincial capitals, but now it's all empty, secretly moved by the government."

"This area has evolved into a self-sufficient township."

"Before the apocalypse, there were over ten thousand people here. After the shutdown, most were disbanded. Last year, after the water shortage, they scattered, leaving only us. If we can't grow crops, at least try to plant. If no grain, eat other things; if sick, no medicine is a problem."

Jing Shu deeply empathized, only that the few medicinal materials grown could only supply a few people. And among these few, those who had the ability got them. This was the cruelty of the apocalypse.

Zhou Bapi parked the car at a newly built high-rise house. Though only three stories, each floor had a height of about five meters, looking grand.

Zhou Bapi proudly said, "This was specially built before the apocalypse for the provincial capital's medicinal association. It contains a lot of high technology and can simulate weather systems, but it consumes a lot. So, there's only one in each provincial capital and only twenty-six nationwide."

Jing Shu nodded. Indeed, it was very high-end.

"Alright, you need to press your handprint to get in." Zhou Bapi pointed at the fingerprint scanner at the door.

"Beep beep, data for person Jing Shu... Recorded successfully, linking to big data... Please input iris."

Jing Shu felt something was odd but still input her iris.

"Beep—successfully employed."

Zhou Bapi chuckled, "Alright, from now on you are a member of the Wucheng Medicinal Association!"

Jing Shu: "???"

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––– Side Note –––

Happy Lantern Festival! Eat lots of tangyuan and become chubby!