Professor Feng, however, was anxious. "Even if he has good physical condition, he can still get sick! We are relying on Ji Zan now, so we can't be careless. You should go and check on him so that we can feel relieved."
Mo Cheng chimed in, "Yes, Sister Fu, you're a doctor, so you must know better than us. If zombies come, we'll still have to rely on Brother Ji to lead us."
Fu Shinan felt a bit helpless. "Fine, I'll go."
Ji Zan's room was located near the entrance on the second floor. Fu Shinan knocked on the door. "Mr. Ji, it's me, Fu Shinan. I've come to examine you."
"Come in." Ji Zan's voice sounded hoarse.
Fu Shinan furrowed her brow. Ji Zan's voice was full of vitality just a moment ago. How could he become so fatigued in less than a minute? She pushed the door open and saw Ji Zan sitting on the sofa, continuously pressing his forehead. Veins were bulging on his arm, as if he was suppressing something.
