Fu Shinan rested her head on her arm and looked at Shui Ling'er in the darkness. "What would you like to talk about?"
Shui Ling'er asked with admiration, "What did you do before the apocalypse, Sis? You're so amazing, very strong."
Before the apocalypse, Fu Shinan was a chief neurosurgeon and the head of the neurosurgery department, as well as an honorary professor at the medical college. She held many titles, but in the end, she was simply referred to as "Doctor." She was just a doctor who healed the sick and saved lives. However, what she didn't anticipate was that the hands that once held surgical instruments, the hands that saved lives, would one day pick up a gun to fight for survival and food, to kill others. Thinking about this, she smiled with a hint of self-deprecation. She knew she shouldn't dwell on these thoughts, after all, without resistance, there was only one path - death.
