BOSS is fine [End Times]

There was a stabbing pain on his forehead, obviously the car's protective gear didn't work.

The ears were buzzing, but the blood vessels on Lin Yumin's forehead were throbbing and throbbing with loud bangs.

There was a shadow in his eyes, and Lin Yumin was confused for a while before his eyes refocused.

ho ho-

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the faces of zombies with varying degrees of corruption clinging to the car window.

His hands trembled, Lin Yumin's face turned pale again, he turned his head and started groping in the car.

Lin Yumin breathed a sigh of relief when his palm touched a warm object.

Holding Yihui in his arms again, Lin Yumin realized that the bandage on Yihui's head had ooze blood again.

Lin Yumin pursed his lips. The injured little life in front of him seemed to coincide with the tall black dog many years ago. They were also injured on the head, one was a gunshot wound, the other was a car accident, one was to save his own life, and the other was because of his own injury .

He didn't want to lose the only companion by his side.

The injured partner and the dangerous environment made Lin Yumin a little nervous. His stomach seemed to respond to his master's mood, and the frequency of convulsions accelerated, and Lin Yumin's face turned pale again.

Now is not the time to worry about your stomach.

Using the medicine kit in the back seat to cover the wound hastily, Lin Yumin started the car and backed away.

The horsepower of the second-hand van was not enough. Fortunately, most of the zombies were lying in front of the car following the smell, so Lin Yumin reversed the car unsatisfactorily and drove in one direction after turning a corner.

Unconsciously looking in a certain direction, except for the blood on the ground, there is no sign of that person anymore.

Lin Yumin withdrew his gaze and drove the car to the fastest speed. He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or thankful.

Familiar streets, familiar signs - Lehe Pet Hospital.

After dealing with a few zombies blocking the way, Lin Yumin held the ashes in his arms and violently opened the lock of the rolling shutter door, and only after he got in did he put down the rolling shutter door again.

"You... why are you here?" The resident inside opened his eyes wide and pushed his eyes.

Lin Yumin had discovered the man with glasses a long time ago, and he was also Lin Yumin's goal this time - Dr. Zhang.

Lin Yumin passed the ashes forward, he was already injured, and he had just killed some zombies, Lin Yumin had no energy to speak.

"How did this happen?!" Doctor Zhang looked at Lin Yumin with condemning eyes, and he became kinder when he saw his embarrassed appearance, and said, "Let me check first."

Dr. Zhang frowned as he took off Yihui's bandage. On the surface, the injury wasn't serious, but Yihui hasn't woken up yet. I knew that not only people would suffer from concussion and cerebral congestion.

I planned to deal with the trauma first, but my eyes touched Lin Yumin who was staring at his movements, paused, and went out and said: "Don't worry, there is no major problem." But he couldn't bear to tell the embarrassed man his hidden worries.

After Dr. Zhang entered the operating room, Lin Yumin sat down on the chair. The physical discomfort and fatigue made Lin Yumin almost collapse.

Caressing the twitching stomach, Lin Yumin took out one of the few compressed biscuits, tore open a mouthful and began to eat seriously.

The taste of the compressed biscuits was not bad, too much greasy made Lin Yumin's stomach a little uncomfortable, but Lin Yumin, who was in urgent need of energy, decided to eat it to replenish his lost energy.

A drop of water fell on the ground unexpectedly, Lin Yumin covered his face in surprise, his palm was already wet.

A deep sadness and despair welled up in his heart, as if he wanted to swallow up other emotions one by one.

A look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and Lin Yumin chewed on the compressed biscuits, as if to vent his anger.

I suppressed the emotions that didn't belong to me out of thin air in my heart, but I couldn't restrain the well-developed tear glands, so I had to sigh and choose to ignore.

Cannot be devoured.

What Dr. Zhang saw when he came out of the operating room was a tough man with a cold expression and thin anger, and his clothes were stained with battle marks, holding half a piece of compressed biscuit and crying.

Is it too delicious?

Inexplicably happy, Dr. Zhang tried his best to suppress the laughter that was about to float on his cheeks, and pretended to be serious and said: "The operation was a success."

Lin Yumin glared viciously at the man in front of him who was wearing a disgusting white coat and couldn't smile. If he wasn't useful, he really wanted to get rid of it with a knife.

Doctor Zhang widened his eyes in surprise, this man actually has an expression?I remember that the last time I saw him, his complexion was not much better than that of the zombies outside. If it wasn't for the fact that he looked the same and hugged the same dog, it would be really hard to be sure that it was the same person.Not twins?

But Lin Yumin didn't give him an extra look, his eyes touched the little lump curled up on the hospital bed - the tears flowed even more fiercely.

The corner of his mouth twitched, all the worries, self-blame, and even anger in his heart were washed away in an instant, and all the scum left.

"Ahem," Dr. Zhang coughed twice to attract the tearful man with distorted expression, "We haven't met yet, I'm Zhang Chuhao, hello." Zhang Chuhao pushed his old-fashioned glasses, and hung up His smile looked a little sunny.

Lin Yumin stared at Zhang Chuhao for a moment, and then said: "Lin...Lin Jiu." Lin Yumin's eyes flashed with warmth. This was his former code name Linjiu, but he was usually called Lin Jiu in the team.

"Hello," Zhang Chuhao pushed his glasses habitually, "The wound of Alien Ash is not a big problem. I gave it anesthesia, and it should take a while to wake up. We can stay here..."

"No."

"What?" Surprised by Lin Yumin's categorical denial, Zhang Chuhao didn't recover for a while, pushed his glasses and said, "It's still safe here."

"Get out of the city as soon as possible, and the number of zombies will increase rapidly." Lin Yumin packed up his things and packed some medicines in the store along the way.

Zhang Chuhao frowned and said, "I can't leave for now."

Lin Yumin turned his head and looked at him fixedly: "You have to go."

Surprised by Lin Yumin's gloomy eyes, the fear of his life being threatened made Zhang Chuhao break out in a cold sweat. He subconsciously did not dare to refuse, paused, as if he had made up his mind, looked up at Lin Yumin and said, "Yes, but I have a condition."

Lin Yumin didn't speak, but motioned him to continue with his eyes.

Zhang Chuhao didn't speak, just turned around and entered a room, and turned back after a while: "You must bring it."