Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

One after another, people who had stayed for 72 hours on the Xiangcheng blockade were released from the city, and private cars were moving at the high-speed exit at a slow speed.

Qiao Lingxiang stood at the door of the printing room of the headquarters, helping Wen Yuansi sort out the letter papers. Several injured garrisons were waiting by her side, ready to help her send letters on the expressway.

They have already distributed a batch before, and they are going to print a little more and continue to distribute.

Anyway, during the recovery period, it is also recovery. Dr. Qiao said that doing this is good for the garrison, so they came to help.

Zhao Long and Ajiu were sitting on the small bench outside the door, chatting, discussing how to go to the next mission center to find supplies.

In the printing room, Wen Yuansi listened to the bustling din outside the door. Those injured garrisons were scrambling to get things done, as if being able to help Dr. Qiao with something was a way of repaying a favor. .

Wen Yuansi couldn't help laughing. While operating the printer, he looked up at Qiao Lingxiang. Some fat girls were carefully arranging the letter paper. The corners of the letter paper were folded, and she smoothed them out. Perfectly obsessive-compulsive.

When she finished finishing a stack of letter papers, she turned her back, and the stack of letter papers in her hand was snatched by the wounded garrison outside, and she ran on the highway with horrible trauma to distribute to civilians in private cars .

After the garrison of wounded patients outside finally dispersed, Wen Yuansi suddenly said to Qiao Lingxiang:

"Thank you, Joe."

Qiao Lingxiang raised her eyes strangely, and looked at Wen Yuansi, wondering what he meant when he suddenly said thank you.

Wen Yuansi explained:

"That day, Captain Fan drove me to the highway, and I experienced the most uncomfortable day in my life."

Qiao Lingxiang: "???" She still didn't quite understand what Wen Yuansi was trying to express.

I heard Wen Yuansi say again:

"I feel that I am very useless. Since I was a child, my father told me to study hard and maintain excellence. But since the end of the world, I feel more and more that I can only study, which is useless at all. No, I can't solve the energy crisis, I can't solve the lack of supplies, and even, I can't fight mutant mice like Cen Yi and Lu Zhengqing, I even vomit when I see blood."

As he spoke, he seemed to recall the embarrassment of the previous few days, and he laughed himself. Then, he looked at Qiao Lingxiang and continued:

"That day when I was driven on the highway, people around me saw the red armband on my arm, and there were scolding people everywhere. I opened my mouth and started singing songs praising the garrison. Those people threw rubbish at me. I At that time, I had a feeling, what can I do? There are so many garrisons behind me, in order to protect the city, their lives are hanging by a thread, but I can’t even bandage their wounds. I have studied hard for so many years. What can you do for Xiangcheng?"

Qiao Lingxiang opened her mouth, looked into Wen Yuansi's eyes, and said sincerely:

"What you are doing now is pretty good. Maybe many people still don't believe it, but at least we have explained it."

"Well, I found my meaning, and I can finally do something for this city."

Wen Yuansi looked at Qiao Lingxiang, smiled sincerely, and suddenly said:

"Thank you, I think, you are different from what others said."

In his top student class, people around him, most of the evaluations about Qiao Lingxiang, the girl, are that the school belle Qiao Yuelan's younger sister loves to cause trouble, she is fat but she doesn't know how to control herself, she doesn't make progress, she knows herself The image is very bad, but still not losing weight, I don't know what to say, cowardly, poor people must have something to hate.

Therefore, Wen Yuansi's impression of Qiao Lingxiang has always been not very good, it can be said to be very negative, but this person, if you really don't know him, you don't know.

There are thousands of styles in this world, Qiao Lingxiang's character, in fact, also has her unique charm.

As for Wen Yuansi's evaluation, Qiao Lingxiang only raised her eyebrows and didn't feel much.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak, when she suddenly heard a limping garrison in the yard, running in quickly, yes, quickly from the back street gate, shouting:

"The boss is here, hurry up, he said he came to condolences to the wounded, hurry up! It's Boss Ye!"

In the yard, three groups of two groups, the wounded who were either playing guns or practicing knives were garrisoned. They all left what they were doing for a moment, ran back into the big tent, and lay on their respective folding beds.

Qiao Lingxiang put down the letter in her hand, and ran into the big tent, and saw that most of the garrison looked like they were dying, lying on the folding bed and humming.

That's the kind of state that just happened to return to the state of being on the verge of dying.

Several garrisons were studying how to reinsert the saline needles hanging by the bedside into the blood vessels on the back of their hands.

Hearing that Ye Yiming had already arrived outside, some wounded garrisoned and shouted:

"Don't fix it, just stick it with adhesive tape, that's it, don't expose Dr. Qiao."

Zhu Zhan wanted to re-insert the needle into his blood vessel, so he hurriedly pinned the needle to the back of his hand, pasted the white tape on it, fell down, lay down and hummed,

"Oh~~hmm~~it hurts~~oh~~~"

This scene made Qiao Lingxiang mistakenly think that she invited a group of extras, right?

In fact, everyone knows that what happened to them is abnormal. From the junior garrison to Mu Wenbin and Fanyou, everyone knows it, but no one talks about it.

No one brought up this matter to discuss it. They never asked what Qiao Lingxiang did to them. Protecting Dr. Qiao has become a consensus that cannot be spoken or brought up for public discussion.

Whoever goes against the consensus is everyone's class enemy.

Ye Yiming came in at this time, followed by several captains, Fanyou, and Mu Wenbin who had just recovered from a high fever with Qiao Lingxiang's support.

Originally, Ye Yiming also thought that this zero casualty incident was too strange, but he came to condolences, and as soon as he entered the tent, he found his garrison lying in the tent, humming hard.

And Qiao Lingxiang stood idly beside several garrisons who looked like they were about to die, and smiled at him.

It's very free.

Ye Yiming looked back suspiciously, and looked at Fanyou and Mu Wenbin. The two captains looked left and right, but they didn't look into Ye Yiming's eyes.

Ye Yiming frowned and asked:

"The only doctor here is Qiao Lingxiang?" He opened the back door and got in, a layman who didn't even have common sense of medical care.

Fanyou just nodded, and boasted earnestly:

"Yes, Boss, Dr. Qiao's medical skills are superb. Thanks to Dr. Qiao, otherwise, I don't know how many people will die. Boss, this year's first-class merit should be awarded to Dr. Qiao."

I feel like I can't wake up every day