Xiaoxiao floated over from above and pointed at the cabinet. "Uncle, there's another living person in here~!"
A living person?
"Bartholomew, back up a little."
Bartholomew retreated a certain distance. Wu Heng continued, "Are you still alive? If you are, come out."
"I-I'm alive!"
A trembling voice came from inside the cabinet.
Then, a petite young nurse stood up.
Hugging her arms, she cautiously looked at the people and skeletons standing in the room, her eyes full of confusion and fear.
Wu Heng looked her over and asked, "Are you injured?"
Not just from zombie bites or scratches.
Any wound that came into contact with zombie blood or rotten flesh could potentially become infected.
So they still needed to be careful.
"No, no. When the zombies rushed in, I hid in here. Then it seemed like the shelf collapsed and trapped me underneath."
"Come out."
The young nurse walked out.
"Turn around."
She obediently turned in a circle.
There really didn't seem to be any signs of injury.
Wu Heng continued, "Li Yahong, Bartholomew, take her aside and check her over. See if she's hurt."
"Oh, okay!" Li Yahong nodded, then said to the nurse, "Come on, follow me over here."
Before long, Li Yahong returned with the nurse.
"She's been checked. No injuries."
Wu Heng nodded and asked, "What's your name?"
"Wang Ke!"
"Where is the equipment you use for communication?"
The nurse pointed beneath the collapsed shelf beside them. "It was kept over there."
"Go take a look."
Bartholomew stepped forward and moved aside broken boxes, bottles, and jars one by one, revealing the equipment inside.
It was still that military-green kind of equipment, obviously quite old.
"This?" Wu Heng asked.
"Mm-hm!"
"Take it out." Wu Heng continued, "You can identify some medicines, right? Take Li Yahong to