Box after box of medicine was loaded onto the truck.
The soldiers waiting outside were all excited, their movements swift and efficient.
The hospital's survivors also stepped forward to help, though their expressions were somewhat uneasy; after all, the people in camouflage uniforms in front of them were not regular soldiers.
No one knew whether they would betray them after taking the supplies, turning their backs and denying any connection?
The leading doctor and nurses were also somewhat concerned.
But they could only watch from the sidelines.
After all, they had completely lost the ability to resist and had become prisoners of these self-proclaimed company personnel; their fate was now left to chance.
Elsewhere, Zhang Ye was still in a state of shock.
Just a few steps away from him, a zombie with a head resembling a cauliflower whined silently with its mouth open.
It was more horrifying than strange.
Because it was indeed a cauliflower.
