The End of the World: Get a Billion in Arms for Free

After dealing with the guys who were in the way, Song Chen went straight to the zombie king in front of him.

"Is this your intention to seduce me to come here? But these guys seem to be useless and can't stop me at all!"

Song Chen's mouth curled up slightly, with a sinister smile on his face.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was the villain or the zombie king was the villain.

The zombie king didn't expect Song Chen's strength to be so strong. As a human, he could kill five level nine zombies in an instant.

A month ago, he was fighting hard with the fake zombie king, and even almost overturned when the fake zombie king was seriously injured. How could he suddenly become so fierce?

People will change.

Obviously, the zombie king didn't understand this.

But it was really determined to kill Song Chen.

Just as Song Chen continued to approach it, it suddenly burst into a roar, shaking the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

Song Chen, who was closest to the zombie king, felt the most obvious pain. He had to stop and cover his ears with both hands to relieve the pain.

Song Chen looked up at the zombie king, trying to figure out what the hell this guy was up to.

As a result, the moment he looked up, he happened to see the zombie king's eyes without eyeballs. The next second, he felt dizzy and his consciousness suddenly dissipated out of his control.

...

"Hmm..."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Chen's consciousness returned again, and he opened his eyes while covering his painful head.

What he saw was not the terrible scene full of zombies, but the pure white ceiling.

"Where is this?"

Song Chen supported himself and sat up, and found that he seemed to be in a single ward in the hospital.

At present, there was no one in the ward except Song Chen. It was quiet around, and no sound could be heard.

"Lan Ya?"

Song Chen tried to call Lan Ya who was following him, but got no response.

"What on earth is going on?"

There were still waves of pain in his mind. Song Chen's memory of what happened before was a little vague. Just when he was trying to sort out his thoughts and think about what happened, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Brother Chen, you finally woke up!"

Cheng Siyuan pushed the door and walked into the ward. Seeing Song Chen open his eyes, he had an expression of surprise on his face that he couldn't hide.

"Siyuan?" Song Chen frowned slightly, "Why am I here? What happened? How is the zombie tide? Has the zombie king been caught?"

Song Chen asked a series of questions, but Cheng Siyuan tilted his head in confusion after listening.

"Zombie tide? Zombie king?"

"Brother Chen, what are you talking about?"

Cheng Siyuan stepped forward and looked at Song Chen's eyes seriously, touched his forehead, and muttered to himself: "There is no fever! Did he hit his brain when he was in the car accident?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Siyuan ignored Song Chen's reaction and hurriedly pushed the door and ran out again.

As Song Chen watched Cheng Siyuan leave, he frowned.

"Car accident?"

"Did I have a car accident? But why don't I have any memory of it?"

Before Song Chen could recall it carefully, Cheng Siyuan came back with a group of doctors and nurses, and started to perform various examinations on Song Chen without saying a word.

After a long time, the doctor who seemed to be responsible for treating Song Chen explained to Cheng Siyuan.

"Mr. Song may have injured his brain nerves during the car accident, causing the blood vessels to be compressed, so he had a similar amnesia."

Cheng Siyuan hurriedly asked after hearing this: "Is this kind of amnesia irreversible? The car accident was not particularly serious, how could there be amnesia?"

"Don't worry." The doctor comforted, "This situation should only be temporary. When Mr. Song has a good rest, his memory will recover. Don't worry too much."

Hearing this, Cheng Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart fell a little.

"I understand, thank you doctor."

"You are too polite. Please observe Mr. Song's condition during this period and pay more attention to rest."

"Okay, I understand."

After all the doctors and nurses left the ward, Cheng Siyuan sat down next to Song Chen's bed, peeled an apple in his hand, and muttered to himself.

"Why don't you do something else? You have to learn to race cars. Now you are in a car accident, so you should be honest!"

"Fortunately, you were not driving fast at that time, otherwise we would only meet in dreams!"

Hearing this, Song Chen was even more confused.

"You said I went out for racing and then had a car accident?"

"Yes!" Cheng Siyuan nodded, "It is normal for you to lose your memory now, but this is indeed what you did. I was the one who pulled you out of the car and put you in the ambulance!"

Song Chen was silent after hearing this.

He has never been a person who seeks excitement.

Because he took over the family company too early, he not only behaved more steadily than his peers, but also had very strict standards for himself in his daily speech and work.

How could he possibly go racing?

Cheng Siyuan saw Song Chen's serious expression and handed him the freshly peeled apple.

"You don't have to worry too much. I have already handled the company's affairs for you. I will never let Zhang Xinyang, the old man, take advantage of you."

"As for this period of time, you should rest well in the hospital. It is important to heal your injuries as soon as possible."

"You don't have to worry too much about what happened before. Didn't the doctor say that? Your amnesia is only temporary. Once you have rested, you will recover soon."

Seeing the genuine worry on Cheng Siyuan's face, Song Chen suppressed his doubts and nodded.

"I understand."

Seeing that Song Chen had listened to what he said, Cheng Siyuan was relieved. He was worried that he had just woken up from a coma and was not used to it, so he didn't pull him to chat, but let him have a good rest.

Song Chen didn't keep him and watched him leave the ward.

After Cheng Siyuan left, Song Chen looked at the peeled apple in his hand and fell into deep thought, and then placed it on the cabinet next to the bed.

Is it really that he lost his memory after the car accident?

But what is this inexplicable feeling of disharmony?

Song Chen thought seriously for a long time, but couldn't figure out what happened. Finally, he fell asleep on the bed.

...

When he woke up again, Song Chen was awakened by the sound coming from his ears.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Siyuan placing things on the table.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry!"

Seeing Song Chen open his eyes, Cheng Siyuan stopped putting the things in his hand on the table and took them out one by one.

"It just so happens that I just bought you breakfast downstairs. Eat it while it's still hot!"