Wang Min and Sun Zhichao were overjoyed when they heard that Zhang Ye had medicine!
At the brink of death, one would grasp at any lifeline.
Struggling, Sun Zhichao asked, "Is this true? Does he... really have medicine?"
Wang Min stared at Fang Yuqing intensely, "Fang Yuqing, don't lie! Because of you, several of us were seriously injured."
Hearing Zhang Ye's name, Wang Min felt a chill run down her spine.
Fang Yuqing said, "About a month ago, Zhang Ye changed. He started stockpiling supplies in his home like crazy."
"I could see delivery trucks bringing stuff to him almost every day."
"One time, I saw a pharmaceutical company's truck come to the neighborhood, and Zhang Ye went to meet them."
"They carried two big boxes to his house. They must've been filled with medicine!"
Zhou Ke'er, upon hearing this, said, "Antibiotics aren't exactly rare. If he really knew about the disaster in advance and started stockpiling, he would definitely have a lot of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs."
As a doctor, Zhou Ke'er was confident in this.
Sun Zhichao's eyes filled with desperate hope, almost crazed.
"Then hurry and go find Zhang Ye! Get him to bring the medicine and save my life!"
"He's the one who caused my injury, so he has to save me!"
Wang Min gritted her teeth, her face full of conflict.
"But after what just happened, he probably hates us now! Why would he give us medicine?"
Ge Jialiang, writhing in pain, couldn't bear it anymore.
Lying on the sofa, he groaned in agony, "Ugh, I feel like I'm dying."
"Please, do something! Go beg Zhang Ye, we need him to save us!"
Fang Yuqing added, "We didn't hurt him, and we even planned to leave some supplies for him after breaking in."
"Instead, he didn't appreciate our good intentions and attacked us viciously. We're the ones in the right! What's there to be afraid of?"
Zhou Ke'er, listening to these comments, understood the situation and couldn't help but feel a sense of speechless disbelief.
However, it had nothing to do with her, so she didn't comment further.
Instead, she opened her medical kit and took out some gauze to stop the bleeding for the group.
The medical supplies were almost depleted.
The medicine she had at home was only for emergencies and wasn't plentiful.
Over the past few days, she had also helped treat several neighbors, so her stock had run out.
If Wang Min and the others couldn't get the medicine, all she could do was remove the arrows and bandage them up as best as she could.
At the very least... she could help them die with less pain.
The group had a lot to say, but until now, they still believed they were in the right.
In their minds, they were just trying to survive. What was wrong with that?
The real problem was Zhang Ye's selfishness. Why should he hoard all the resources and live so comfortably?
After some thought, Wang Min suddenly pointed at Fang Yuqing and said, "You're the best person to handle this! I know Zhang Ye used to pursue you, so you're the most suitable for this task."
Sun Zhichao and Ge Jialiang weakly expressed their agreement.
After all, this whole situation was caused by Fang Yuqing.
If she hadn't revealed Zhang Ye's supplies and assured them that his home was poorly defended, they wouldn't have foolishly taken such a dangerous risk.
Although Zhou Peng was reluctant to send Fang Yuqing to beg Zhang Ye, the excruciating pain in his arm and the looming threat of death made him side with Wang Min.
He said to Fang Yuqing, "Yuqing, we're all in this together, right? Just endure this for now. We need to stay alive to protect you."
Fang Yuqing was deeply conflicted and very reluctant.
After all, Zhang Ye had humiliated her before.
But now, she had no choice.
It was only because of her relationship with Zhou Peng that she had been able to join this group.
Otherwise, as a weak woman, she wouldn't have much of a chance against the likes of Chen Zhenghao and other thugs.
Other groups wouldn't have taken her in.
And even if they had, she might have been treated like a mere toy.
In the apocalypse, a woman without skills, other than being able to act coy and having a pretty face, was utterly worthless.
Zhou Ke'er picked up the scalpel. With limited resources, she couldn't properly sterilize anything.
Even the alcohol lamp solidified in the freezing cold.
And without medicine, sterilization was a meaningless task now.
She handed a towel to Sun Zhichao to bite down on and began extracting the arrow.
Without anesthesia, the surgery room quickly filled with agonizing screams. Sun Zhichao bit into the towel so hard it was nearly shredded!
Everyone in the room was terrified, and they urged Fang Yuqing to hurry and ask Zhang Ye for medicine.
Reluctantly, Fang Yuqing steeled herself and dialed Zhang Ye's WeChat voice call.
"Beep… beep… beep…"
Zhang Ye, at home, was preparing a meal.
Strangely enough, despite this being his first time killing someone, he felt an overwhelming sense of calm.
There was no fear, only the satisfaction of revenge.
This pleased him. In the apocalypse, having such a mentality was crucial for survival.
He had worried that he might throw up or suffer from insomnia.
But he had experienced more life-and-death situations than anyone else, and nothing could shake his mindset anymore.
Just then, his phone rang.
Zhang Ye glanced at it with interest and saw that Fang Yuqing was calling. He couldn't help but smile in surprise.
"Oh? After that beating, is she calling to curse at me now?"
Without hesitation, Zhang Ye answered.
The more miserable they were, the more pleased he felt.
He turned on the speakerphone and continued cooking.
"Hello? What's the matter?"
Zhang Ye's voice was gentle, as if he hadn't just killed Lu Tao or shot arrows at Sun Zhichao and the others.
But the softer his tone, the more terrifying it felt to Fang Yuqing and the others.
Under the watchful eyes of the group, Fang Yuqing, also on speaker, tearfully pleaded, "Zhang Ye, Lu Tao is dead. Zhou Peng and the others were shot by you and are about to die too. Boohoo…"
She sobbed miserably, hoping to evoke sympathy from Zhang Ye.
However, Zhang Ye simply responded coldly, "Oh, dead is dead. Sooner or later, everyone's going to die."
With a knife in hand, he leaned closer to the microphone and said in a chilling voice, "You don't seriously think you'll survive this blizzard, do you?"
His words echoed like a voice from hell, sending chills down the spines of Wang Min and the others.
Zhang Ye had hit upon their deepest fear.
With the city buried in snow, their building had become an isolated island.
Even if they managed to survive for now, their supplies would run out soon. If they weren't killed by Chen Zhenghao, they'd freeze or starve to death.
Trembling, Fang Yuqing sobbed, "Zhang Ye, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault for not accepting your feelings. But now, I want to make it right. Can you forgive me?"