Although there was no doctor, having Sirena as a nurse was something, and the hospital had a variety of medicines, which could help treat Monica.
Since he was at the hospital, Sylas wouldn't leave empty-handed.
He planned to take everything useful from the hospital, not just medicines but also various medical machines.
There were still zombies in the hospital, but these zombies had no ability to resist Sylas.
Sylas didn't even use any other abilities; he simply used his psychic power to pull the zombies' heads off, just like pulling out carrots.
This scene was rather gruesome, causing Sirena to scream in horror.
Sylas took the opportunity to hold Sirena in his arms, feeling how soft she was, which was very satisfying.
On the way to the pharmacy, Sylas checked the effects of the recovery ability.
The recovery ability was truly an auxiliary skill.
As the name suggested, it could facilitate recovery.
Applied to wounds, it could accelerate their healing. Applied to the body, it could speed up physical recovery.
If someone was sick, it could naturally help improve their condition.
The higher the ability level, the stronger the recovery effect.
Recovery was also effective for mental energy.
However, recovery could only restore mental energy but not the fatigue caused by the depletion of mental energy.
In other words, Sylas could use the recovery ability to restore his mental energy during a battle.
But the mental fatigue caused by using psychic power couldn't be restored.
Although it couldn't restore mental fatigue, being able to recover mental energy alone was already a divine skill.
In the future, Sylas's endurance in battle would be greatly enhanced.
Since his mental energy was still full, he couldn't test the ability's effect just yet. He would have to wait for an opportunity to test how the recovery skill worked on mental energy.
"It's a pity I killed those guys so quickly earlier. Otherwise, I could have tested the recovery ability's effect on external wounds," Sylas thought to himself.
As for now, Sylas wouldn't use himself as a test subject.
Nor would he use Sirena.
There were plenty of survivors. Once they returned to the community, he could find some survivors there to test on.
The two quickly reached the pharmacy, where two zombies in white coats were still roaming.
They had been pharmacists before turning into zombies.
Sylas opened the door and used his psychic power to drag the two zombies out of the pharmacy and dealt with them outside.
After all, the pharmacy was filled with medicines, and it was best not to kill zombies in there to avoid contaminating the area with their blood.
Sylas didn't let Sirena do anything. He used his psychic power to gather all the medicines he could see.
As the medicines floated to Sylas, they would automatically disappear.
This was because Sylas had opened his dimensional space, and all the medicines were being stored there.
Sirena was stunned by this scene.
She hadn't expected Sylas to have such a strange ability.
There were many medicines in the pharmacy, but Sylas's operation quickly emptied the entire place.
"Let's go get the medical equipment," Sylas said to Sirena.
Sirena nodded.
The two of them went to various departments and moved all the medical equipment.
The departments were scattered, so moving all the equipment took some time.
Sylas didn't know what diseases his people might contract in the future, so he decided to empty the hospital completely.
Anything that could be useful was taken; he was sure they would need it eventually.
After everything was emptied, Sylas didn't waste any time.
He pulled out his surfboard and took Sirena on board.
It was Sirena's first time on a flying surfboard, and she was terrified, her body trembling.
Sylas chuckled, enjoying the effect.
He hugged Sirena from behind and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Feeling Sylas's strong and warm embrace, Sirena felt reassured and less panicked than before.
The surfboard took off, heading back to the villa area.
Halfway there, a gunshot rang out suddenly.
Sylas's heart tightened, feeling a huge sense of danger.
He reacted quickly, but against a bullet, he was still too slow.
He felt a bullet hit his back. However, his powerful muscles and bones slowed down the bullet's momentum.
Instinctively, his psychic power burst from within, forming a barrier on his back, stopping the bullet.
Sylas's face darkened. He hadn't expected to be attacked by a bullet.
Only humans could fire a gun.
With no grudges or enmity, someone had shot at him, which was unforgivable.
Moreover, if the bullet had come from the front, Sirena, standing in front of him, would have been killed instantly.
A surge of murderous intent rose within Sylas.
He enveloped both of them in layers of psychic power, preparing to fend off any further bullet attacks.
Sirena was terrified, but she quickly asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, but someone's going to have a bad day," Sylas said calmly.
He controlled the surfboard to change direction, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the bullet had come.
Having been hit in the back, he naturally knew the direction of the bullet.
He had also heard the gunshot, and following the sound would lead him to the shooter's position.
Sylas looked toward the source of the sound, spotting a building.
Activating his psychic power, Sylas quickly approached the building.
The shooter had already hidden, and Sylas couldn't see where they were now.
But it didn't matter.
The building wasn't that big; where could the shooter hide?
If necessary, Sylas could destroy the entire building.
He didn't believe that the shooter could survive if the building were completely demolished.
There were only so many possible shooting positions, and Sylas could systematically search each one.
"You have a lot of nerve, shooting at me."
"I'm here to tell you, you're dead."
"When I say it, no one can save you."
"If you won't come out, I'll make you come out."
Sylas shouted loudly.
Clearly, Sylas's fearlessness of bullets had scared the shooter into hiding, not daring to come out.
"Heh, let's see where you can hide," Sylas said with a smile, though he was seething with rage inside.
He hadn't used his extraordinary abilities to trouble ordinary people, yet now, someone had used a firearm to trouble him.
They intended to kill him.
This was why Sylas was so furious.
Sylas conjured a fireball in his hand and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying into the building. With a thunderous explosion, the fireball detonated inside.
A window, along with the room behind it, was completely blown apart.
The room was empty!
No matter, he'd just keep bombing.
Sylas continued to create fireballs, hurling them to destroy the rooms across from him.
One room, two rooms, three rooms.
Sylas methodically blasted any room that might hide the shooter.
If he couldn't find the shooter, he was determined to demolish the entire building.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to swallow his anger.
With his abilities, it was only a matter of time before Sylas could completely destroy the building.
Sirena was in shock.
She now understood how terrifying the consequences were when Sylas got angry.
She silently vowed never to provoke Sylas.
"Stop bombing, please, boss! We surrender! This has nothing to do with us. It was Floyd who fired the shot."
A window opened, and a man with trembling hands stood at the opening.
The man had yellow hair, so his nickname was simply "Yellow."
Yellow didn't want to come out, but he had no choice. He could feel the neighboring rooms being destroyed.
The next target would surely be his room.
If he didn't come out, he was dead.
He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to run because there were zombies outside.
Hiding at home was at least somewhat safe; running outside was a death sentence.
"Who is Floyd? How do you know he fired the shot?" Sylas demanded coldly.
"Floyd lives right below me. I know he has money, and somehow, he got hold of a handgun. I heard the gunshot from downstairs; it must have been him," the man quickly explained.
Sylas nodded and softened his tone, "I'll go find him. If it was him who fired the shot, then this has nothing to do with you. I won't trouble you. But if you're lying, I will deal with you."
"Boss, I wouldn't dare lie to you," the man said, his face filled with fear.
He genuinely didn't dare deceive Sylas.
Sylas could fly, wasn't afraid of bullets, and could use powerful fireballs. Who would dare provoke him?
Only Floyd, out of his mind, would dare shoot at Sylas.
Sylas's gaze shifted to the balcony below.
Suddenly, his eyes fixed on something. On the balcony, he saw a bullet casing.
A spent bullet casing.
With a wave of his hand, Sylas used his psychic power to pull the casing over.
It was still a bit warm.
It must have been fired recently.
Now it was confirmed, the shooter was in this room.
Sylas had no intention of talking further or understanding why he had been attacked; he just wanted to kill.
His psychic power surged towards the balcony, causing it to explode under the force.
Sylas extended his psychic power further into the room, intending to drag everyone inside out.
At that moment, a force within the room rose up, blocking Sylas's psychic power.
Sylas was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected another extraordinary individual to be here.
"Hey, buddy, let's not rush into action. We can talk this out," said a man wearing glasses who stepped out. His body was surrounded by flickering lights, which were blocking Sylas's psychic power.
Following this man were a few others, both men and women. Among them, a young man held a handgun.
Noticing Sylas's gaze, the young man with the gun looked fearful but quickly straightened his chest.
If there were no surprises, the young man with the gun was likely Floyd.