You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 214 Is There Hot Water?

Zhao Sen saw the disdain on Zhang Ye's and his henchmen's faces and immediately felt a surge of anger.

These people were truly insatiable.

Did they think the honest deserved to be bullied?

He wasn't ignorant of social niceties. He merely didn't want to waste time on these insignificant matters.

Thus, although angry, he didn't show it directly.

He just frowned slightly and then said earnestly, "I've given you everything I can. We don't have any more. If you're still not satisfied—"

A flicker of interest appeared in Zhang Ye's eyes as he heard this.

He thought, could this guy possibly have something up his sleeve?

Thinking of rebellion?

But the words that came out of the other party's mouth next caught everyone off guard.

"If you're still not satisfied, then hurry up and take whatever you want from here."

"Just leave us some food."

"Cough cough!"

The young nurse beside him almost choked to death on a gulp of water.

She immediately turned her head to look at her idol with an incredulous expression, as if she couldn't believe that the unsociable and unworldly Zhao Sen would say such a thing.

The few doctors in white lab coats standing behind shared a peculiar look as well.

This didn't sound like something Doctor Zhao would normally say.

Truth be told, their hearts had been in their throats at first half of Zhao Sen's sentence, but they were immediately floored by the second half.

But upon careful consideration, such a response seemed reasonable.

After all, Zhao Sen was human, and all humans fear death.

"Still not enough?"

Zhao Sen's eyebrows were knitted deeply into a frown.

The annoyance in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and his gaze at Zhang Ye looked as if it could shoot out flames, but in the end, he forcefully suppressed it.

Zhang Ye still watched with interest, more curious than ever.

"Alright."

"I'll lay it on the table."

"There is one more bottle of the extract. Take it. That's really all we have."

As Zhao Sen spoke, he pulled a glass bottle identical to the one earlier out of his pocket and gestured to hand it over to Zhang Ye.

Ding Zhixiong's face lit up with joy and immediately reached out to take it.

But the other party suddenly dodged his hand.

"What are you doing!"

"Thinking of backing out?"

"Do you know your current situation!"

He glared viciously at Zhao Sen, adopting a threatening pose, but the other didn't budge.

"As long as you promise me to take this extract and leave immediately,"

"It is yours."

Zhao Sen said to Zhang Ye, word by word.

Fire was evident in his gaze.

Clearly, his emotions were not as calm as they appeared on the surface. He had probably already cursed Zhang Ye's ancestors several times over in his mind.

Indeed, survivors who usually came to the hospital to take advantage of supplies typically fell into two categories.

One ended up as one of those prisoners.

The other retreated with whatever medication the hospital threw their way, licking their wounds.

But this time, these people were the third kind.

Real intruders.

The horde that was used for experiments and as protective barriers lasted less than half a day against their rapid-fire guns, quickly turning into fertilizer in the hospital courtyard.

Just thinking about it made Zhao Sen's heart ache, as those test subjects had come at a great cost.

Now, they took the goods and still refused to leave.

Was there such a thing?

If the power disparity between them wasn't so vast,

he would have made this seemingly cheerful and bright young man understand the wrath of a doctor.

To feel the sensation of twenty-two consecutive cuts, each carefully avoiding vital organs!

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Time ticked away second by second.

After an indefinite period,

Zhang Ye suddenly said, "Is it possible that what I want isn't the medicine or the food, but something else?"

Zhao Sen's face immediately showed a few more traces of doubt, "What thing?"

No sooner had he spoken than he saw the other person's gaze shift from him to the little nurse beside him, the greed in their eyes resurfacing.

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How could anyone fail to understand what that meant in this situation?

The little nurse's face turned red in an instant.

Half out of shame.

Half out of anger.

Bluntness being her nature, the woman blurted out, "Go to hell! Even if I die, I won't submit to you!"

"Uh..."

Not only was Ding Zhixiong startled.

Even Zhao Sen flashed a look of surprise on his face.

In his mind, ever since the day he saved this woman from the chaos, she had always been the epitome of gentleness and refinement.

Zhang Ye couldn't help but feel a mix of laughter and tears. Did he really look like a lecherous ghost?

It was just a glance, after all.

He could only helplessly shake his head.

"You're thinking too much."

"That's not what I meant."

Zhang Ye said this, and with an extremely serious gaze, he sized up the little nurse a few times before continuing, "Moreover, you don't meet my aesthetic standards."

"You!"

The heart that Chu Yan had just calmed suddenly exploded again.

What kind of thing was that to say!

An insult?

But this time, her colleagues reacted quickly, with two nurses pulling her back and immediately covering her mouth, then turning their heads to give Zhang Ye a smile full of apologies.

Zhang Ye returned the smile, indicating that he didn't mind, and then continued to speak:

"What I want is actually very simple."

"It's you guys."

"Us?"

A doctor suddenly exclaimed.

"What do you want us to do?"

Zhao Sen didn't speak. Besides the doubt in his eyes, there were added traces of vigilance and defense. Clearly, he had misunderstood Zhang Ye's words.

Because those words typically had only one meaning.

Enslavement.

Yet, the reply was somewhat unexpected.

"Staying in this godforsaken hospital with your qualifications is a sheer waste."

"I have a better place in mind."

"There, not only can you maximize your value, but you won't need to worry about outsiders threatening your safety anymore."

As Zhang Ye said this, he flashed a radiant smile.

"And it comes with room and board."

"When I came up earlier, I saw the garbage bins downstairs."

"They were full of rotten vegetable leaves and meat. You mustn't have had a decent meal for a long time, right?"

The doctors and nurses looked at each other in dismay.

Was what this man said true or false?

To be honest, given the current situation, all of this was highly dubious, given that everything these people had done was no different from previous bandits.

But if what this man calling himself Director Zhang said was true—

"Is there hot water?"

Zhao Sen suddenly asked.

A faint stench of decay wafted from his body.

The same odor was almost common to every doctor and nurse there, since they had been dealing with corpses almost daily for the past half year.

The smile on Zhang Ye's face grew even brighter upon hearing this.

"There is."

"And it's unlimited."

"If you like, I can have someone dig a well just for you."

The others, like Ding Zhixiong, could not sit still any longer, each of them showing envy because even they didn't have such a luxury.

Water was one of the most precious resources in the world today.

A well dedicated to one person?