Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

With the deterrent effect of the high altitude, the survivors in the hospital finally got back on track, and even those who tried to be clever or not dared to act recklessly in the face of real guns and ammunition.

The first wave of the smartest people have already packed their own bags and come over to help organize the supplies.

Gradually, more and more people gathered at the entrance of the emergency department. Most of them had little luggage, carrying only shoulder bags or backpacks, and perhaps not even a decent piece of clothing inside.

Some young and strong men are helping Zhou Ming move the medical equipment that can be moved out of the hospital.

Most of the grains were the various kinds of grains they had obtained from the granary last time. They spent several days grinding off the husks, packing them into bags, and transporting them back. Now they all need to be loaded onto the truck and handed over to the Beichuan base.

When Zheng Yong led his men to move the grain, he felt a pang of heartache. Here, the grain belonged to them, but once they reached the Beichuan base, it would no longer belong to them.

But there was no other way; the situation forced them to act. They could only hope that the leaders of the Beichuan base were good and that they could be fed.

"Be careful, handle them gently, don't be careless, these things are precious! You'll need them when you're sick in the future, oh dear! Slow down!"

A group of people were carrying medical equipment. Zhou Ming followed closely behind, telling them to be careful. As he told them to be careful, he also felt a pang of heartache. They could only carry these small pieces of equipment; the valuable, large pieces of equipment were all fixed and couldn't be moved even if they wanted to.

"Dean Zhou, are these even useful? What if the base loses power? We won't be able to use them then."

"Don't talk nonsense! We have to move it even if it's useless. How could such a big base be without power? Even if the entire base is without power, important places like the hospital need backup power! Okay! Stop talking! Hurry up and move it!"

"Yes, Dean Zhou."

Upstairs, Shenhe and Zhao Xinduo didn't stay for long either.

Less than ten minutes after Zhao Guodong left, the two came downstairs.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Zhao Xinduo became very clingy, snuggling against Shenhe's arms and occasionally tilting her head up for a kiss to ease her longing.

But both of them knew that business was more important.

Although Shenhe could easily resolve the battle with his strength, there's no need. There's plenty of time once they return to the inn, and they can enjoy themselves to the fullest.

The two arrived at the main entrance of the emergency department and saw Zheng Yong driving a truck turning from another direction.

The truck was parked on the side of the road, and you could see that the truck bed was filled with neatly stacked burlap sacks, which were more than half full.

Zheng Yong opened the driver's door and saw Shen He walking over. His face turned anxious, and he hurriedly went up to ask him what was wrong.

"Mr. Shen, are you in a hurry?"

"No rush." ​​Shenhe waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the truck bed. "Is this rice? How much is left to unload?"

Zheng Yong looked troubled. "It's rice. There are more than 19000 bags in total. It will take a while to unload them all."

"Lead the way, I'll help you carry it."

"Oh, no need, no need for you to do such physical labor," Zheng Yong hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

"Let's go, it's just a matter of time, I can do it quickly."

Shenhe interrupted him and walked towards the back of the hospital, with Zhao Xinduo skipping along behind, her twin ponytails swinging back and forth.

Zheng Yong scratched his head, then suddenly remembered something, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes. Watching the two figures disappear, he quickly chased after them.

Upon arriving at the hospital's logistics warehouse, dozens of people were going in and out, carrying bags of rice out and loading them onto a truck. No more people could get in.

"Everyone stop what you're doing! Come out here!"

Zheng Yong walked over and stopped the people who were working.

Dozens of strong men looked at him with suspicion, putting down the bags they were carrying and waiting for his instructions, while glancing at Zhao Xinduo from Shenhe behind them.

Zheng Yong looked at Shen He, "Mr. Shen, what do you think?"

Now, everyone was looking at Shenhe, wondering what he was going to do.

Shenhe walked into the warehouse on his own, and dozens of people consciously stepped back to make way for him.

The woven bags in the warehouse were stacked neatly and densely, leaving only a narrow passageway for a person.

Shenhe reached out and placed his hand on the bag beside him. He released his spatial ability, and a faint silver film quickly spread outwards, covering all the bags in the warehouse in just a few seconds. The next second, hum—! It was empty!

"Ah! It's...gone! It's all gone!"

"What's going on? Is this some kind of ghost?"

"Spatial ability! He has space!"

Shenhe had long been accustomed to this ability and was no longer as curious as when he first obtained it, but for others it was the first time they had seen it, and some were surprised, some were afraid, and some were excited.

"Is there anything else?"

Shenhe turned around and asked.

"Yes! Yes, yes!" Zheng Yong nodded hurriedly, then led Shenhe to the warehouse next door.

He now understood why the finished grain warehouse had been so clean, as if it had been licked by a dog!

It turns out the Shenhe River dried up!

A total of three warehouses, containing more than 19000 bags of rice, were handled by Shenhe in just two minutes; the time was spent on the road.

After collecting the grain, they returned to the emergency department and put away the medical equipment that Zhou Ming and his team had worked so hard to move.

Another collective gasp filled the air.

Shenhe glanced at the map; all the white and green dots representing humans in the entire hospital had been assembled.

Zhao Xinduo, Zhao Guodong, Xu Hongmei, and three hospital officials stood beside him.

More than three thousand survivors stood ten meters away, craning their necks to look in this direction, their eyes filled with confusion, curiosity, and an irrepressible anticipation. The scene was completely silent.

Shenhe turned his head to look at Zhao Xinduo and smiled slightly. Duoduo immediately returned his smile with an overwhelmingly sweet one.

He sighed softly to himself, wondering if she would still be able to smile so happily when she saw those older sisters later.

Pulling himself back to reality, he locked onto the coordinates of the Beichuan base and gently tapped the void in front of him.

"Buzz—!"

Where the fingertip landed, a ball of silver-gray light appeared out of thin air, quickly expanding into a border and spreading outwards.

Before the astonished gazes of thousands of people, a giant teleportation portal, twenty meters wide and thirty meters high, stood steadily in front of them.

"My God! What the broadcast said was actually true!"

"There really is a portal... This is divine intervention..."

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell from the crowd, and many more murmured to themselves as they watched Shenhe's retreating figure, their eyes filled with awe.

At the other end of the portal, preparations were already underway outside the gates of the Beichuan base.

A large open space was cleared outside the city, and dark green military tarpaulins were supported by steel frames to form a huge sunshade that blocked the scorching sunlight.

The area under the shed was divided into several sections, with rows of folding tables lined up in a row. A dozen soldiers in training uniforms stood guard behind the tables, which were covered with registration forms.

A separate photo area was set up next to it, with a plain gray backdrop, and a dozen portable digital cameras were mounted on tripods, with a printer connected to it.

With a few clicks, a one-inch photo with a white background is slowly produced, and a pass can be made on the spot.