Chapter 781: The True Healer
Chapter 781: Chapter 781: The True Healer
The one doing household chores today is Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai consciously walked into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for the day.
The Base Commander rubbed his hands and boarded the bus, seemingly chatting with Bai Zhengxuan while his eyes kept darting towards the kitchen.
It’s not the first time he’s eaten a meal cooked by his own son, yet every time, the Base Commander’s heart is not at peace.
For over twenty years, his son’s image in his mind has always remained that of a baby.
Now, suddenly he’s become an adult, capable of marrying and having children, and a wave of complex emotions flooded over him.
The Base Commander’s heart was both sour and happy, hoping these days could last forever.
If, if people could really come back to life, how wonderful that would be.
His wife, seeing the scene before him, would certainly not resemble how she looked the last time he saw her.
Her face haggard, depressed, and joyless.
The aroma of the food wafted to his nose, the Base Commander took a deep breath, and a scene rampaged through his mind.
His wife returned, and their family of three, after more than twenty years of separation, finally sat down to eat at the same table...
The Base Commander’s fingers involuntarily tightened, his thoughts submerged in the world of his imagination, only reluctantly returning to reality when it was time to eat.
Everyone gathered around the table and began to eat breakfast.
Breakfast was simple, each person had a fried egg, along with buns and millet porridge.
Millet porridge boiled with Spiritual Spring Water emitted a fragrant aroma, prompting people to have a couple more bowls.
"What are you thinking about?"
Leng Yebai placed a bowl of millet porridge in front of the Base Commander, unusually initiating a conversation with him.
"Nothing much."
The Base Commander shook his head, lowering his head to drink his millet porridge quietly, his eyes full of loneliness.
Leng Yebai glanced at the back of the Base Commander’s hand, where red blood was seeping out.
It was a mark left from the Base Commander’s tightened fingers.
Leng Yebai pressed his thin lips together slightly and said no more.
Noticing the Base Commander’s unusual mood, the Bai Family roughly guessed that it might be because the breakfast made by Leng Yebai sparked memories of past family times.
Thus, the Bai Family also didn’t say much, eating breakfast quietly.
Even when no one was speaking, the group didn’t feel oppressed; instead, it was a warm and comfortable atmosphere.
The Base Commander really liked this atmosphere, so he ate more slowly.
It must be said, his son really has an eye for people, finding a great daughter-in-law, and her family is also excellent.
For the Base Commander and Leng Yebai, who haven’t experienced a normal family life, this is almost a luxurious longing.
"Someone’s coming outside!"
The quiet atmosphere was broken, Bai Yifan suddenly looked out the bus window, eyes fixed on a heavy truck approaching from afar.
The sound from the black heavy truck was not piercing, very quiet, like a beast slowly walking forward.
"It’s the people from the Human Survivor Alliance."
Bai Zhengxuan immediately recognized this type of heavy truck as belonging to the Human Survivor Alliance.
He had been to the Human Survivor Alliance, talking with the leadership about strategies to counter the zombies.
The Human Survivor Alliance had people like Fang Jin, who only craved power, but it also had good people like Captain Zhang Gong, who were self-sacrificing.
One couldn’t lump them all together.
Overall, Bai Zhengxuan didn’t think the Human Survivor Alliance was entirely useless.
These heavy trucks were scarce, with only a few in the Human Survivor Alliance, and those who could drive them held significant positions.
The black heavy truck slowly drove toward the bus.
The Bai Family hastened their meal, and by the time the black truck stopped, they were already standing by the window.
With a soft clatter, the door of the black heavy truck slowly opened, and several men in military-green jackets stepped out.
They carried no weapons, their aura was imposing, and they didn’t resemble regular Superpower Users.
The superpowers they emitted were sharp yet restrained, their chiselled features impassive, unmistakable evidence of intensive training.
One by one, six people disembarked, followed by a seventh, an elderly man with white hair but vibrant spirit.
He wore a white coat, the pockets bulging with various items, making a jingling sound every time he walked.
They were surgical tools and various medical instruments.
His mental state was strikingly good, appearing full of boundless energy.
On closer inspection, his eyebrows and eyes showed not just righteousness but also a tinge of sorrow.
A sorrow born for all of humanity.
"Zhong Beihai! He actually came here!"
Bai Zhengxuan blurted out, a touch of shock in his eyes.
Zhong Beihai was a renowned physician in Huaxia, a master blending both Eastern and Western medicine.
In the past decades of the apocalypse, his whereabouts had almost vanished without a trace.
However, among the human survivors, rumors of him circulated, claiming he was researching a cure for the zombie virus.
This elderly man, standing at the pinnacle of Huaxia’s medical field, was already over ninety years old, with all white hair, yet with fewer lines on his face than Bai Zhengxuan’s.
Most importantly, his spirit seemed more vibrant than that of a young man.
Zhong Beihai wore a faint smile as he walked directly toward the bus.
The six guards with him vigilantly scanned the bus and its surroundings, ready to act at any moment.
The elderly man, over ninety years old, carried the future of Huaxia on his shoulders.
Everyone believed that if a cure for the zombie virus could be developed, it would be by none other than this elderly man.
His safety was deemed more important than any leader, a consensus among the Human Survivor Alliance.
"Step back a bit, and stop being so intimidating!"
Zhong Beihai looked at the stern faces of the strongmen around him, quickly instructing them to follow behind him so as not to scare the people on the bus.
The six strongmen exchanged glances, stepping back slightly but remaining close to Zhong Beihai.
This man was the hope of all survivors, leading numerous doctors in researching the zombie virus and making significant progress.
The old man’s importance was self-evident.
Seeing Zhong Beihai waving toward the Bai Family inside the bus, Bai Zhengxuan hurriedly opened the window, a smile instantly appearing on his face.
"Hello, hello!"
With a beaming face, Bai Zhengxuan greeted Zhong Beihai, his eyes subtly drifting to the medical instruments in Zhong Beihai’s pockets.
This was a true healer.
For the sake of humanity’s future, he spent his days in a sunless research facility, working tirelessly with young people to study the zombie virus.
All just to give humanity a future.
Currently, Zhong Beihai still appeared somewhat spirited, though after decades of the apocalypse, he looked more gaunt, his back more hunched.
The only unchanged thing was the determination in his eyes.
Even after countless experimental failures, he never considered giving up.
He was the first person Bai Zhengxuan admired during the apocalypse.
In an era with the rampant Zombie Emperor, humanity had become ants, their living space compressed to the extreme.
At that time, almost all strong individuals among humans had fallen at the hands of the Zombie Emperor, leaving only those with the courage but not the ability to resist its zombie army.
Yet, Zhong Beihai, during that time, not only shouldered the research institute’s burdens but also led everyone through several waves of zombie attacks at the most critical moments.