Infection

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"Zhang Yiyi's flaunting of his wealth in this manner is causing all the homeowners in the building to feel heartbroken! Even the dirty water he pours out from his home is considered a delicacy to them now!

Yet, even this, Zhang Yiyi refuses to give them!

In the homes of Sun Zhichao and the others:

Since their failed attempt to invade Zhang Yiyi's home and their hopes of obtaining antibiotics were dashed, the consequences have begun to show within just two days.

The three injured individuals felt an unbearable itch around their wounds. Around the bandages, the bloodstains began to turn strange, taking on an abnormal yellow color.

Sun Zhichao couldn't help but tear open the gauze to examine the wounds. The result was that he saw the wounds were already starting to fester!

A nauseating and putrid smell assaulted their senses, reminiscent of the stench of decaying animal carcasses.

"No, no, no! I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to die yet!"

Sun Zhichao cried out in fear, his tears and snot flowing freely.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Peng and Ge Jialiang were even more horrified. They, too, uncovered their wounds, praying desperately that they wouldn't get infected.

Unfortunately, the reality was cruel. While minor abrasions might have had a chance to heal on their own, their wounds were pierced by rusty crossbow bolts. Combined with the infection and the lack of proper nutrition and medication, worsening of their wounds was inevitable.

Several people screamed in agony, driven nearly mad.

In the room, Fang Yuqing trembled with fear. She held her phone, sending a message to Zhang Yiyi.

"Brother Zhang Yiyi, they've gone crazy, and Qingqing is so scared! Can you come and save me, please?"

"Qingqing, even seeing you like this pains me, but I can't leave my place. Chen Zhenghao is right next door."

"Or you can come here! Be careful on the way, don't let them catch you."

"Yesterday, my neighbor next door was killed by them. You're tender and delicate; they might target you."

On the other end, Zhang Yiyi wore a sly grin.

This white lotus flower, I have to give her face. Should I go fetch her?

"I wanted to, but I got scared by them a few days ago and I'm feeling a bit unwell."

"For now, let's leave it like this. I'm a bit tired. Goodbye!"

Fang Yuqing heard the wailing from outside and turned pale. However, by the time she sent another message to Zhang Yiyi, he had stopped replying.

In the following days, Zhang Yiyi's life remained luxurious and leisurely.

Without needing to go to work anymore, he slept whenever he wanted and woke up whenever he wanted. He no longer needed to struggle for survival, nor did he need to care about anyone's opinions.

If anyone dared to upset him, he would just retort back at them. His days were comfortable and carefree.

Chen Zhenghao next door constantly contemplated how to kill him and take over his home. However, several days had passed, and Zhang Yiyi still hadn't left his apartment.

As long as Zhang Yiyi didn't come out, Chen Zhenghao had no chance to deal with him. Instead, he had become paranoid due to the bounty placed on his head by Zhang Yiyi. He didn't even fully trust his own lackeys anymore, holding a gun even while sleeping.

Soon, his mental state began to deteriorate.

After much contemplation, Chen Zhenghao finally figured out what to do next.

Zhang Yiyi was monitoring the entire building through surveillance cameras, observing anyone who entered the corridor.

These past few days, he noticed that Chen Zhenghao seemed to be planning something.

Gradually, people began entering Chen Zhenghao's apartment. These were mostly young and able-bodied individuals, all of whom lived alone.

Some came voluntarily, while others were coerced by Chen Zhenghao at gunpoint.

Soon, Chen Zhenghao's group expanded to ten members, even more than before.

Zhang Yiyi understood.

"He's afraid. He's trying to recruit people to avoid getting killed himself and to claim the reward from me."

In Zhang Yiyi's eyes, this strategy was nothing more than a desperate attempt.

Out of the building's residents, Zhang Yiyi had killed over forty individuals, leaving around seventy people.

According to his previous prediction, most families had nearly depleted their supplies. Survival would eventually come down to cannibalism.

Chen Zhenghao had gathered a group of followers, seemingly preparing for the coming carnage. However, this also meant that he needed to provide food for ten people.

This scenario guaranteed that even in a situation of mutual slaughter, it wouldn't last long.

Moreover, everyone harbored their own ulterior motives.

Relying on a single gun, Chen Zhenghao was barely maintaining his authority. However, even his gun was probably running out of bullets.

Zhang Yiyi sent a message to Zhou Ker:

"How's the situation over there with Chen Zhenghao?"

After a long time, Zhou Ker finally replied:

"They've gone insane. They've exhausted all their food, and they've started eating people! I haven't eaten anything for two days; I feel like I'm about to starve."

Zhang Yiyi wasn't surprised by this.

If someone was on the brink of starvation and had no other choice but to resort to cannibalism, he might make the same decision.

Of course, now that Zhang Yiyi was living lavishly, he could afford to think like this.

In case he found himself in dire straits someday, he couldn't predict what he would do.

Zhou Ker continued, "For the past few days, they've been going out to find people. Whenever they find a house with people, they break in and kill them."

"People have run out of supplies. Ironically, the dozens of people you killed have given others a few more days to live."

"But they've also faced resistance, and there have been casualties."

After a long while, Zhou Ker sent another message:

"Zhang Yiyi, can you still save me?"

Seeing this message, Zhang Yiyi sensed the desperation of this aloof female doctor.

She didn't seem to have much hope left for Zhang Yiyi. After all, in times like these, nobody had the capacity to take care of someone else's life.

Zhang Yiyi pondered for a while and finally made a decision.

He thought, "I need to keep this woman, Zhou Ker. She can still be useful. I can't let her die like this."

Top-tier surgeons were not easy to find, and especially not someone with such an intimate understanding of him.

"You can help me with a certain task. Once it's done, I can spare your life."