Chapter 91: Scattering Nails on the Road

After pleading outside for a long time and seeing that Chu Peipei remained unmoved, the people outside finally lost their temper and started cursing:

“And you call yourself a doctor! How can you be so cold-blooded and selfish?”

“A doctor should save lives! Honestly, you’re not even fit to be called a human being, let alone a doctor!”

“Pah! Heartless wretch—sooner or later, your whole family will die out!”

Hearing this, Chu Peipei’s fists clenched involuntarily.

That last line struck a nerve.

Her parents had died young. After the disaster, her husband and unborn child had also left her, one after another.

Now, she really was all alone in the world.

Her tone turned cold:

“Instead of standing here cursing me, why don’t you hurry back and try to save your own patient?”

She paused, then continued:

“Or is it that you can’t bear to use your precious stored water to save them, so you’re just trying to guilt-trip me here? The longer you stand around yelling, the more time your patient loses—maybe they’ll die, and then you won’t have to agonize over whether to use your water or not. And you won’t even feel guilty, since you can just blame everything on me. Isn’t that right?”

Her words hit the nail on the head, and the other party flew into a rage out of embarrassment:

“Nonsense! How could we think like that? It’s bad enough you won’t help as a doctor, but do you have to be so nasty about it?”

Chu Peipei replied, “So what if I’m a doctor? Being a doctor is my job, but I’m off the clock now. You haven’t even registered as a patient—sorry, I’m not accepting visitors!”

“You bitch! You—”

Before the person could finish, Chu Peipei opened the firing slot and shot a nail gun at the loudest one, hitting him squarely in the left arm.

“Ah!!”

The man screamed, clutching his arm.

A cold voice came from behind the door: “Say one more word, and the next shot goes straight to your heart!”

The man shrank back, clutching his bleeding wound, and ran off.

The two remaining people exchanged glances, unwilling to give up, but didn’t dare move.

Chu Peipei said, “What? Don’t believe I can send you to the underworld before your patient gets there?”

A whistling sound cut through the air.

The two spun around and ran.

A nail landed right in one guy’s butt, making him clutch his backside and flee in terror.

Chu Peipei snorted coldly.

You should be grateful you ran into me! If it had been my Nannan at home, there’d be no survivors left.

She closed the firing slot and turned back inside to continue her nap.

Inside apartment 1402, Fugui the dog had been listening intently to the commotion outside.

Sister Nan had said to call her if anyone tried to break in.

But this didn’t count, right?

Sister Peipei seemed to have handled it already.

Fugui paced around the living room for a bit, then tiptoed to the bedroom, saw its owner sleeping soundly, and quietly retreated.

It went back to lying by the door, keeping watch.

This dog was going to make sure its owner knew—every bite of food was well earned!

An Nan didn’t wake up until after five in the afternoon.

When she got up and saw Fugui wasn’t by her side, she got out of bed to look for him, and found him sitting solemnly by the door.

Even when he heard her wake up, he didn’t leave his post—he just wagged his tail at her while keeping guard.

An Nan laughed out loud. “Good dog! That’s enough!”

Only then did Fugui happily run over.

An Nan patted his head, filled his bowl, and even added two big chicken legs.

Fugui immediately dashed over and dug in with gusto.

Seeing there was still some time before dark, An Nan washed up and made herself a meal.

She’d had a good haul last night, and planned to scour the city again today, so she might as well eat something high-calorie.

Braised beef fried rice noodles with spicy stir-fried rice cakes, plus a cup of milk tea.

A full-on carb explosion.

By the time she’d digested a bit, night had already fallen.

She put on her ultra-thin, flesh-colored thermal suit, threw on a random T-shirt and shorts over it, and headed out.

The temperature outside had dropped below 50°C, but the ground was still scorching.

If you walked barefoot, your soles would be half-cooked in no time.

Leaving the complex, she found a deserted corner and took the Black Knight out of her storage space.

She hadn’t driven far when she spotted a battered van up ahead, surrounded by a dozen or so people wielding sticks and knives.

An Nan looked closer and saw that a whole row of nails had been scattered across the road ahead.

Anyone driving through would get a flat for sure.

It was a roadside ambush.

The van had blown a tire and was now surrounded by these bandits.

But her Black Knight wasn’t afraid of a few nails.

Her tires—never mind nails, even a grenade wouldn’t faze them.

An Nan raised an eyebrow in disdain and was about to floor it and charge through when she suddenly realized the van looked familiar.

At that moment, the gang was frantically smashing the van, quickly shattering all the windows.

The people inside didn’t just sit and wait—they shoved the door open and jumped out to fight back.

When An Nan saw who it was, she changed her mind.

She spun the steering wheel, changed direction, and charged straight at the attackers.

She braked hard just centimeters from the van, sending four of the bandits flying.

The rest, startled, scrambled out of the way, terrified of being hit next.

What kind of vehicle was this?

A black, armored tank?!

Forget people—even a regular car would be crushed flat by that thing.

An Nan rolled down the window. “Get in!”

The two who’d just jumped out of the van had been watching the sudden arrival warily, but when they saw An Nan’s face, they relaxed and ran over.

The bandits tried to follow.

An Nan aimed her nail gun and fired, taking down a few more.

The two climbed in through the back seat, grinning with relief.

“Nannan!”

“Idol!”

It was Chu Peipei and Zhao Ping’an, out searching for fuel.

An Nan said, “Hold on tight,” and started ramming people without hesitation.

She threw it in reverse, then floored it forward again.

Anyone who tried to run, she chased down with a quick turn of the wheel.

In no time, the gang was scattered in all directions. The nails on the ground didn’t slow her down at all.

Soon, the street was quiet again.

Chu Peipei and Zhao Ping’an stared at An Nan in shock.

Chu Peipei said, “Oh my god! What kind of car is this? It’s a beast! Zhao Ping’an, do you know it?”

Zhao Ping’an shook his head. “Never seen it before.”

An Nan stopped the car and looked back at them. “You two okay?”

“We’re fine!”

Chu Peipei answered, still clutching her chest in lingering fear.

It wasn’t like during the floods, when you could just shoot a hole in the enemy’s inflatable boat and wipe out a whole crew.

Now, facing a big gang like this, you really had to fight head-on.

At long range, it was fine—she had a nail gun, and Zhao Ping’an had a crossbow, so they could handle being outnumbered.

But up close, with so many people, it would have been impossible to avoid injury.

One wrong move and they could have lost their lives."