I'm a cannon fodder, but I'm actually a heartthrob

Chapter 113: Transmigrated into a Slow-witted Zombie in the Apocalypse 13

Wen Zhimin straightened up, smiled faintly and said, "I noticed that the door of the conference room was not closed, so I came to take a look."

"Really?" Xing Mo was not stupid enough to believe him easily.

Wen Zhimin shrugged helplessly: "Otherwise, who is he?"

"I'm here to clean, don't worry about it." Xing Mo didn't want to say more and introduced perfunctorily.

Wen Zhimin didn't ask any more questions. He just said "Oh" and walked out of the meeting room.

"Rong Jin."

Hearing Xing Mo calling his name, Rong Jin looked up in the direction of the voice and answered, "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Xing Mo walked up to him and warned him, "There are a lot of bad people in the end times. Don't talk to strangers, okay?"

"understood."

Rong Jin has a deep understanding of this point. If he had not spoken to Qi Wuxi casually, he would not have been entangled by the villain!

Rong Jin decided not to talk to strangers anymore. He wanted to be a cold and ruthless person so that outsiders would not dare to approach him, so that he would not have to worry about provoking perverts.

0517 couldn't help but say: [Actually...]

Rong Jin: "Stop, Qiqi, I am a cold and heartless person, please don't talk to me for the time being."

0517: [? ] Does my silence have anything to do with you being a cold and heartless person?

Xing Mo squatted down and took out the medicine from the medicine box, and looked at Rong Jin's fair legs. There was no sign of injury at this time, not even a bruise could be found.

"Rong Jin, your injury...is fine now."

Xing Mo lowered his eyes slightly.

The bruises couldn't disappear so quickly in such a short time. It seemed that the problem lay with the person who came in.

Was it done by Wen Zhimin?

He had never heard of Wen Zhimin having any healing abilities, but people like them would be reserved even if they awakened a second or third ability and would never reveal it all.

It was very abnormal that Wen Zhimin took the initiative to expose himself as a treatment for an insignificant stranger.

Xing Mo closed the medicine box, his eyes filled with coldness.

The wound on his leg no longer felt any pain, Rong Jin stood up again and said, "Then I'll continue cleaning. Thank you for your help."

Xing Mo held his arm and said, "It's not a problem. Just stand still and don't move. I'll open the curtains and you can clean up."

"Okay, thank you."

The curtains were drawn open, and Rong Jin's world suddenly became bright.

Unaccustomed to the sudden brightness, he put his hands in front of his eyes and tilted his head slightly.

The sunlight shone on Rong Jin's profile, outlining a perfect outline and allowing Xing Mo to clearly see the boy's skin as white as jade.

Xing Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and there was something wrong with the look he gave Rong Jin.

Rong Jin didn't notice it and cleaned the meeting room after getting used to the light.

Today’s mission wasn’t particularly tiring. Maybe my physical fitness improved a lot after becoming a zombie. I didn’t have any back pain when I woke up the next day.

Lin Yi disappeared early in the morning as usual. Rong Jin didn't know what he was doing and didn't care.

He walked to the mission hall to receive today's mission, and today he was assigned to help in Building 2.

Building No. 2 is a hospital. Recently, the number of injured patients in the hospital has increased, and the doctors and nurses are too busy to handle it, so they submit personnel applications to the mission hall.

Rong Jin walked to Building No. 2 with the task card and was led to a room by a nurse, who taught him how to treat some wounds.

Rong Jin listened very carefully. Worried that he would not be able to remember it, he asked 0517 to record it so that he could watch it at any time.

"Okay, thank you for your help. There are still some injured people on the second floor. Go there and treat them. If you have any questions, ask Doctor Song on the second floor."

Rong Jin came to the second floor and saw a group of wounded people sitting on benches waiting to be bandaged.

Doctor Song distributed masks and clothes to them and urged them, "Go quickly. If you wait too long, the wound will easily get infected, and then it will be troublesome."

Rong Jin walked up to an injured person with a small medical kit and treated the wound carefully.

Most of the injured are psychics who are often outside. Although they are in good health and their wounds heal faster than ordinary people, they are still at risk of infection. Moreover, their infections are more difficult to deal with than those of ordinary people, so they can only ask healing psychics to help.

Rong Jin clumsily treated the wound of the first person, and after doing it several times, his movements became much faster.

I don’t know which person it was, Rong Jin skillfully took out alcohol to disinfect.

The boy in blue clothes with an injured arm called out tentatively, "Rong Jin?"

"Ah."

Rong Jin responded and looked up at the boy, but didn't recognize who he was.

The boy in blue couldn't hide his excitement. "I'm the guy who shared the table with you in the restaurant two days ago. My name is Sheng Yuan."

Rong Jin remembered him, but they were not familiar with each other and had only met once, so he nodded politely and treated his wound.

Sheng Yuan completely ignored his injured arm and stared at Rong Jin with joy.

He thought it would be difficult for him to see this handsome boy again, but he did not expect to meet him in the hospital, where he happened to be treating his wounds.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yuan mustered up the courage to ask, "Rong Jin, do you have a partner?"

Rong Jin took the gauze to bandage the wound and said without hesitation: "No."

Sheng Yuan blushed and said, "So what do you think of me? Rong Jin, I like you."

Rong Jin was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "I'm sorry, I don't have any thoughts about falling in love."

Sheng Yuan hung his head dejectedly; his first heart-moving confession failed.

Rong Jin treated his wound and turned to another one.

Sheng Yuan knew that he had no hope. He walked out of the hospital gate holding his bandaged arm and saw his good brother standing not far away.

"Hey, Su Chao, when did you come back?"

Su Chao said: "Just now, were you injured?"

Sheng Yuan covered his chest and said, "Well, my body is hurt, and my heart is hurt too."

Su Chao looked at him as if he were a fool: "You must have hurt your brain."

Sheng Yuan shook his head and said, "You don't understand, I'm heartbroken."

Su Chao said uninterestedly: "Oh, it's okay, I'm leaving. I still have a task to complete."

"Still have missions?"

Su Chao: "Well, it will be finished the day after tomorrow. After finishing this task, take a few days off."

Sheng Yuan patted his shoulder and said, "You are a workaholic, but you still know how to rest? Why do you work so hard? I really don't understand you."

Su Chao looked into the distance silently.

He wanted to go to more places and looked forward to meeting Rong Jin one day.

Maybe I'll meet him someday?

Su Chao had never told anyone about these things, and only occasionally spoke to Sheng Yuan.

-

Today's work was much more tiring than yesterday's, and Rong Jin was lying in bed exhausted.

"Qiqi, can zombies feel tired?"

0517: [Yes.]

"Okay, Qiqi, when will my mission be over?"

0517 paused for a moment and said: [About a month. ]

In this world, all it takes is for Rong to expose his zombie identity and then implicate the protagonist, and he's done for.

That's what it seems now.

0517 knew more, so he was clear that Rong Jin’s departure from the mission world was not calculated according to the plot, but according to time.

When the time is almost up, it will be time for Rong Jin to truly leave the mission world.