Doomsday police, please show your god/demon ID card.

Tang Long silently complained to himself.

His hands didn't stop moving; he immediately brought up the organization system to check it.

It was written on the whiteboard.

[Base Level: Level 1 Police Station]

[Number of employees: 2 out of 12]

[Executive Officer (Station Manager): Tang Long, Doctor: Su Yan]

[Website Owner:]

Effect 1: The station chief is invincible within the base, and the station staff cannot attack or damage him.

Effect 2: When the station manager talks, communicates, and makes decisions with the staff, they will automatically gain the staff's favor and approval.

Effect 2: When the station chief leads a mission, all personnel will have their morale increased by 10%, weapon accuracy increased by 10%, and stamina recovery increased by 10%.

【doctor:

Effect 1: The resident doctor at the police station receives a 10% medical skill bonus.

I go!

That's interesting; you can even add entries to it.

Tang Long was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected the organization system to have such a remarkable effect!

Most importantly, the station chief is invincible within the base; staff members cannot attack him and his favorability is automatically increased.

In this way...

He can then confidently and boldly recruit people.

Tang Long pondered to himself, but just then...

A sudden, intense dizziness struck, and my vision blurred.

He reached out and grabbed the table for support, barely managing to stay upright.

"What's wrong with you?"

Su Yan noticed his unusual behavior and quickly went over to steady him.

He subconsciously reached out and touched Tang Long's forehead, and gasped slightly.

"Hiss~"

"It's so hot!"

"You have a high fever?" She frowned, her tone becoming more serious.

"Hmm," Tang Long responded, sounding somewhat listless.

Su Yan helped Tang Long to the cot in the rest room.

Only then did she notice that the man in front of her was wearing a tattered police uniform with many scratches, much like a survivor who had been scratched by zombies in the apocalypse.

Her heart tightened: "You were injured before?"

Tang Long nodded slightly.

Su Yan's expression changed slightly, but she remained calm: "Let me help you clean your wound! By the way, do you have any medicine? Do you have any alcohol?"

"Yes, it's in my bag," Tang Long replied weakly.

Su Yan immediately opened Tang Long's backpack and found the half-pack of cold medicine, a bottle of medical alcohol, and an unopened pair of medical scissors.

"This is just ordinary cold medicine, it's not very effective, it can only temporarily reduce the fever. You need antibiotics." Su Yan picked up the cold medicine, glanced at it, and then put it down.

He then picked up the bottle of alcohol: "But right now, you need to treat your wounds first."

She walked over to Tang Long, her tone becoming more professional.

"Take off your clothes."

Tang Long did as instructed and took off his police uniform.

Su Yan gasped instantly.

Tang Long's body was covered in crisscrossing wounds, resembling a hideous spider web.

Especially the scratches under his left ribs, although the wounds were not deep, they had turned black, the skin and flesh at the edges were turned outwards, and light green pus was flowing out.

A ring of bluish-black blood vessels, like twisted earthworms, was slowly spreading outwards from the wound.

Su Yan's brows furrowed even deeper: "Zombie virus infection."

Tang Long nodded: "That's right."

He had no intention of hiding it, and the injury couldn't be hidden anyway.

Su Yan took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle, and poured most of the liquid onto a strip of cloth torn from her white coat.

A strong smell of alcohol filled the room.

She looked at Tang Long: "Disinfect it first, it might hurt a lot, just bear with it."

Tang Long leaned back in his chair and nodded slightly: "Mm."

Without saying another word, Su Yan picked up a cloth soaked in alcohol and began to wipe the skin around Tang Long's wound.

Sizzle~~~

When the alcohol came into contact with the decaying flesh, it made a slight crackling sound.

Tang Long's body tensed up abruptly, his muscles hardening instantly, and a suppressed groan escaped his throat.

Su Yan didn't stop. She wiped vigorously, again and again, until all the blood and pus around the wound were cleaned away.

Then, she picked up the medical scissors.

"I'm going to cut away all this rotten flesh of yours."

Tang Long's face was already covered in cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth and forced out two words: "Cut it."

Su Yan stopped talking and used scissors to carefully cut away the dead skin and rotten flesh from the edges of the wound, then repeatedly rinsed and disinfected it with alcohol.

The whole process lasted nearly twenty minutes.

Su Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief after the last small piece of rotten flesh was cut away.

She used the remaining strips of cloth to hastily bandage Tang Long.

"This is just the most basic processing."

She stood up and looked at Tang Long.

"Your wound will still get infected even without antibiotics."

"Moreover, the virus has already entered your bloodstream."

She paused.

"You...you might die."

Tang Long smiled weakly, but his expression was quite carefree.

"Maybe."

"But I think it's unlikely."

Su Yan instinctively retorted, "How is that possible! I've never seen anyone survive after being infected with the zombie virus."

How long have you been infected?

"It's been over 12 hours," Tang Long said slowly.

"What? Are you sure?" Su Yan looked somewhat surprised.

Tang Long nodded, his expression showing a hint of confusion.

In the apocalypse, after being infected with the zombie virus, one can only survive for a maximum of 12 hours.

This is a consensus among the survivors.

but...

He's been here for well over 12 hours, from yesterday until now.

Tang Long suspected that the system might be malfunctioning, and that it had cleared the zombie virus from his body.

This is why he saved Su Yan; besides her value as a doctor, he also wanted to understand what had happened to him.

Su Yan paused for a moment, then slowly said, "If it's true, your blood is very valuable for research."

"Perhaps it can unravel the mystery of the apocalypse."

"I hope so," Tang Long smiled.

Su Yan shook her head, then took out a bottle of mineral water and cold medicine from her backpack, and poured out two pills.

"Take your medicine first, then get plenty of rest, although it may not be very effective."

I'll take care of you tonight.

She paused.

His gaze towards Tang Long was serious and frank: "But if you turn into a zombie, I will kill you with my own hands before you do."

"Okay." Tang Long smiled weakly, took the medicine, and swallowed it.

Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Silence fell over the outpost.

Only the faint hum of the lights remained.

Su Yan stood by the bed, watching Tang Long's breathing gradually become steady, then turned her head to look around, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Such a clean environment is simply unimaginable in the apocalypse.

The most crucial thing is...

She looked up at the ceiling above her, where a fluorescent light was casting a soft glow.

"There's electricity?" Su Yan murmured to herself.

It's been two months since the apocalypse, and the city's power has been cut off for a long time.

Could it be a generator?

But she just checked and there was no generator inside the house.

She shook her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and pulled up a chair to sit next to Tang Long.

......

The next day.

When Tang Long opened his eyes again.

The burning sensation in my body subsided, and most of the fatigue that had been lingering in my bones also dissipated.

He sat up, and a damp, cold handkerchief slid down his forehead.

Tang Long was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head and saw Su Yan squatting in the corner, using a metal basin to light a small flame.

Flames licked the bottom of the pot, where white rice grains tumbled.

She held a wooden chopstick and stirred intently, her profile glowing red in the firelight.

A faint, fresh aroma of food wafted into my nostrils.

It tastes like rice porridge.

"You're awake?"

Su Yan seemed to hear the noise and turned around.

"How are you feeling?"