Chapter 69: Submachine Gun, Hiding in the Repair Shop (Third Update)

She glanced at the injured man, pressing her left hand to the edge of the wound on his chest, while her right hand gripped the steel bar embedded in him.

A nurse cried out in alarm, “What are you doing? If you pull it out, he’ll die even faster!”

Bian Changxi ignored the nurse. Gradually, her left hand began to glow green, as if shrouded in a mist or transformed into a piece of pale jade. The bleeding from the wound slowed, then stopped, and the man’s ragged, bellows-like breathing eased. His convulsing body gradually calmed.

The nurse covered her mouth in shock. Oh my god, it’s actually working…

“Dr. Lu! Dr. Lu, come look at this!”

The others were drawn over by her shout. Lu Shaoyang’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. The rest gasped in astonishment. Only Gu Xu, who had been watching Bian Changxi closely, remained outwardly calm, though his eyes shone with surprise.

The time she saved Shadow had felt almost magical, hard for ordinary people to comprehend. When she’d treated his own injuries and Old Chen’s ant bites, those were just minor wounds—he still didn’t know the full extent of her abilities. But this—this was real power, the kind that could pull someone back from the brink of death.

After about half a minute, Bian Changxi judged the time was right. She began to pull the steel bar out, her right hand steady, while her left hand surged with wood-type energy, healing the wound as she worked. Otherwise, the man would have bled out in an instant.

Even now, he’d already lost a dangerous amount of blood.

At last, she pulled the steel bar free with a crisp clang as it hit the floor, startling everyone. She pressed her hand to the wound for a while longer, then wiped the cold sweat from her brow and stood up. “Take care of him now.”

Lu Shaoyang stared at her, dumbfounded. “He’s… he’s going to be okay?”

“If you’re willing to stitch him up and give him fluids, yes.”

Lu Shaoyang rushed forward to check, then called out to the nurse in delight. The nurse hurried to hand over the supplies on her tray.

Gu Xu looked at Bian Changxi. “Are you alright?”

She looked pale, even ashen. She was already clutching a green core to replenish her energy, breathing a little heavily. “I’ll be fine.”

She was only a first-rank wood-type, after all. Healing was her specialty, but her foundation was still weak. Saving someone so gravely injured had pushed her to her limits.

But wounds like that needed to be treated in one go.

Luckily, she was only a bit dizzy—not truly exhausted. A little rest and energy recovery would set her right.

“You’re amazing! Please, come save my son!” A family member, abandoning her earlier complaints, rushed over, trembling with excitement.

My god, she’d just saved someone who could barely breathe—surely she could save her son too.

Gu Xu stepped in, blocking them from touching Bian Changxi. “No pushing!”

Lu Shaoyang finished checking the patient and was overjoyed. He turned to Bian Changxi. “You’re the most incredible wood-type I’ve ever seen—practically a miracle worker. Do you think you can save that other patient?”

Bian Changxi shook her head. “Not every injury is within my power. Brain injuries are especially tricky.”

The woman with the wild hair glared at her, muttering, “See? She can’t do it either, so why is everyone blaming me?”

The family was nearly in tears, begging her. Bian Changxi knew they wouldn’t give up unless she at least tried, so she agreed. In truth, she could usually sense whether she could save someone just by looking at them. This one—she felt she couldn’t help, probably because the injury was to the brain.

She reached out to touch the patient’s hand, but her expression suddenly changed. She stood up, leaving everyone confused. In a low voice, she said, “This person might be infected by a zombie.”

There were black spots inside his body, and the infection was already severe.

She spoke quickly and quietly, so only Gu Xu and Lu Shaoyang, who were closest, heard her. Their faces grew grave. “Are you sure?”

She wasn’t. Bian Changxi could sense those black spots as a sign of zombie infection, but she didn’t have enough cases to be certain.

She shook her head. “Just a feeling.”

Gu Xu pulled Lu Shaoyang aside and whispered a few words. Lu Shaoyang nodded and gave orders to the guards. Soon, everyone else in the cubicle was either carried out or ushered away, even the noisy family members, who were cowed by the threat of guns and stood aside, not daring to resist.

Gu Xu stayed by the patient’s side, helping the soldiers carefully restrain him and staying alert for any sudden change.

After a while, several people hurried in. “We heard there might be an infected person here?”

A middle-aged man in a white coat spoke, frowning deeply.

Lu Shaoyang replied, “Yes, this is the one. We’ve checked—no zombie bites or scratches. But… Minister Xu, you have more experience. Can you take a look?”

The others with Minister Xu examined the patient carefully.

Gu Pei quietly slipped over to Gu Xu. “Brother, Qiu Feng can’t get away, so I came first.”

“Mm. Take a look at him.”

Gu Pei scrutinized the patient, focusing on his face and the wound at the back of his head. He nodded to Gu Xu. “It’s close.”

No sooner had he spoken than the patient suddenly convulsed, eyes snapping open as he let out a beast-like roar.

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Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out in the medical area, barely causing a ripple. There were too many infected—such sounds had become routine, and everyone was numb to them. Qiu Feng lifted the white curtain and stepped out as soldiers carried two corpses away, followed by heartbroken family members.

Qiu Feng said coolly, “They’ve turned. Biologically speaking, they’re dead. I had to make sure their bodies didn’t endanger anyone else. My condolences.”

He looked up and met Gu Xu’s gaze as another corpse was carried out from their side. The health department and hospital staff were already discussing it, eager to study the body.

How could someone turn without a bite or scratch?

Qiu Feng walked over. “What, you’re playing executioner too now?”

Gu Xu asked, “How’s it going?”

“Alright, except for the families making a fuss.” Qiu Feng gave a tired smile. “They’re starting to see me as some kind of killer. If someone tried to assassinate me in the street tomorrow, I wouldn’t be surprised. What happened on your end?”

Gu Pei answered, “A car accident victim turned. I think the wound at the back of his head must have come into contact with something from a zombie, causing the infection.” His eyes were red, and he stifled a yawn.

He was exhausted. He’d spent the whole night with Qiu Feng, monitoring those bitten by zombies—tracking the severity of bites, the patients’ constitutions, symptoms, how long before they turned, and how quickly the process went from mania to full transformation. He’d been helping and studying, always on guard against being bitten himself. It was overwhelming.

But the results were clear—he’d just made a faster diagnosis than the experts.

Qiu Feng said, “Not bad, A-Pei. So, who was the first to spot it?”

Gu Xu’s expression was unreadable as he turned away.

Over there, Bian Changxi was deep in discussion with Lu Shaoyang.

Qiu Feng sensed something was off.

Gu Xu said, “Show me the ropes, then you guys go get some rest. I’ll take over here.”

Bian Changxi was discussing with Lu Shaoyang how long she needed to rest after treating someone. Lu Shaoyang was eager to take her to help more critical patients.

She looked up and saw that Gu Xu and the others were already gone.

They really let her leave.

She could tell that the clues in the underground exhibition hall were extremely important to Gu Xu, and he already suspected her. Normally, anyone would try to keep her around, maybe even interrogate her. When they’d faced off upstairs, she’d wondered if Gu Xu would do just that. Not that she was afraid—she was confident she could escape, or, failing that, hide in the farm. But if it came to that, they’d be enemies for life.

In the end, he did nothing—perhaps out of gratitude for her saving Shadow, or maybe to honor his promise not to pursue the source of her information. Whatever the reason, Bian Changxi felt both grateful and respectful.

She was downcast for a moment, but quickly cheered up. At least she and Gu Xu had finally gone their separate ways. Yes, this was better—she felt as if the sky had opened up for her.

That night, she worked straight through until dawn.

She’d save a patient, rest a bit, then save another. In total, she rescued sixteen people who should have died, and countless others with less serious injuries. In the end, she stopped only because she was down to half a green core—she worried she’d need it in an emergency later.

By morning, those doomed to die were gone, those destined to turn had turned, and the rest were stable. The generator in the train station’s main hall was finally shut down. As the lights dimmed and the roar faded, the hall was left in a haze of blood and trash, filled with groans. Medical staff massaged their shoulders and backs, some collapsing like limp noodles, utterly spent.

“Breakfast! Breakfast is here!”

A van pulled up outside, unloading several large containers, a few foam boxes, some cardboard cartons, and—most astonishingly—a stack of steaming baskets.

“Wow, is our luck finally turning?” a young nurse whispered to Bian Changxi. “You know, we never used to get enough to eat—breakfast was barely a mouthful. Maybe after all this, the higher-ups finally realize how important we are?” She ran off to join the crowd.

Bian Changxi was hungry too. Once most people had left, she claimed a plastic chair for herself and bent over to rummage through her bag for food.

“Miss Bian, here you go.” Suddenly, someone walked over."