The Joy of Letting Yourself Go

Spinning, jumping, I closed my eyes—

These zombies really seemed to have their eyes closed, completely ignoring Gu Mian in his white coat.

Eyes on their noses, noses on their hearts, they stared straight ahead as they charged toward the fat man, who was practically wetting himself.

Who was Gu Mian? He had long since experienced things that ordinary people might not encounter even in eight lifetimes.

So even if zombies rushed over and dragged him into a Latin dance, he would remain unruffled.

Not to mention that the current situation was still fairly normal.

In that instant, Gu Mian even felt that he could write a book called I Go Berserk Among Zombies.

Of course, he had no time to write anything right now. Saving people came first.

Before the fat man could scream, Gu Mian reached out and grabbed a passing zombie by the back of its collar. "Brother, do me a favor and move aside."

The fat man behind him watched helplessly as the doctor grabbed the thing and flung it to one side.

"What the fuck?" His expression shattered as he made a completely dumbfounded sound.

There was a hospital room not far away, one that the zombies had not noticed yet.

The players inside had probably heard the commotion outside and were quietly pressing their heads near the door to see what was happening.

To their surprise, the moment they peeked out, they saw a crazed doctor.

"He grabbed that thing with his hand, barehanded!" A middle-aged man's voice rang out.

"What the fuck, he wants to throw it? Can he even throw it? Is he insane?" said another man.

"He really threw it! He threw it this way!" The middle-aged man immediately continued, "Quick, hide!"

The two men in the hospital room scrambled into the bathroom in a panic. Immediately afterward, a tremendous impact sounded at the door.

Judging by the sound, the zombie Gu Mian had thrown had slammed into the door.

When the two trembling men poked their heads out again, all they could see was the hurried retreating backs of a doctor and a fat man.

The two men's whispers sounded again in the hospital room.

"What was that guy in the white coat carrying an electric drill? An NPC?"

"Who the hell knows what that thing was? Let's worry about staying alive first."

By then, Gu Mian had escorted the fat man to a small storage room nearby.

The storage room was surrounded by sturdy walls. Several loops of iron chain were wrapped around its heavy door, and most importantly, there were hardly any people nearby, so no zombies were wandering around.

Gu Mian took out a key and unlocked the door. "As long as you don't make any noise in here, you should be able to last half an hour."

The fat man's mission was to survive for half an hour. Once the half hour was up, he would immediately be teleported out of this instance.

As Gu Mian shoved the fat man inside, he checked his own mission. The progress had changed from (0/5) to (1/5).

Saving people really worked.

But he could not just wait here for half an hour. He still had four more patients to find.

The fat man suddenly hugged Gu Mian's thigh. Looking up at him, he said, "Doctor, tell me honestly. What exactly are you?"

That scene of him throwing a zombie by hand had nearly blinded his 24K titanium alloy dog eyes.

Gu Mian did not waste words. He stuffed a business card into the fat man's hand. "To be honest, I'm actually an NPC."

"Huh?" The fat man made a stupefied sound.

"Just kidding." Gu Mian spoke again. "This is my business card. If you run into danger within the next half hour, call me."

He might as well see a good deed through to the end. He could not exactly pull up his pants and deny knowing the man.

The fat man looked down and saw—

"Gu Mian, surgical intern, skilled in operating various criminal implements, including hammers, branding irons, steel needles, electric drills..."

"Phone number: ***********"

"But Doctor Gu..." The fat man directly ignored the line about criminal implements and spoke hesitantly. "I just realized my phone seems to be unusable."

Gu Mian took out his own phone and saw that the signal bars had turned into an X. He could neither access the internet nor make calls.

That made sense. Since Earth had initiated this game, it would definitely block some of humanity's tools.

In that case, remote communication would only be possible through the friend system.

But the friend system had not activated when the game began. Its activation condition was for more than one billion players to die.

As he thought about this, he glanced at his screen again and saw that the friend system had somehow already activated.

[Detected that the number of dead players worldwide has exceeded one billion. The friend system is now officially activated.]

[Players may search for other players' Game IDs through the search bar to add friends. Friends may make video calls, voice calls, and exchange text messages.]

[My Friends: 0]

[Friend Requests: 4533]

Those one billion players had died far too quickly. And what was with these four thousand friend requests?

After a brief thought, Gu Mian understood. It was probably because his Game ID was 1.

There would always be players randomly adding friends, wanting to try adding a 1 first. That was why he had received so many friend requests.

The fat man also noticed that the friend system had activated. He was delighted. "Doctor Gu, what's your ID? I'll add you."

Gu Mian looked down at the delighted fat man and slowly gave a number. "1."

The fat man tilted his head back, seeming to wait for the rest.

But after several seconds passed without the doctor saying anything else, he finally could not help asking, "And?"

"...That's all."

"..."

After finally getting the fat man settled, Gu Mian returned to the corridor with the electric drill in hand.

He was also holding the car keys the fat man had given him.

The fat man's exact words had been—"Doctor, I have no way to repay such a great favor. I'll be out in half an hour anyway, so you can keep the electric drill and the car keys. They might come in handy."

Gu Mian thought that made sense. Lianhua People's Hospital was not small. There were seven inpatient buildings alone, and having a car would make moving around easier if something happened.

As for the electric drill, although it did not seem useful in this instance, it might come in handy in the next one.

So Gu Mian left with the electric drill and the keys.

Back in the corridor, it was still the same horrific sight as before. No, it seemed even worse than before.

Quite a few hospital room doors had already been broken open, with zombie roars and faint screams coming from inside.

There were barely any intact doors left on the eighteenth floor.

Among those few intact doors, one stood out in particular.

It was the door to the Psychiatric Surgery Office. Inside were all of Gu Mian's comrades.

At that moment, a group of zombies surrounded the office door, far more than around any of the other doors.

The ferocious zombies kept attacking the office door. Something behind it seemed to be bracing against it desperately, preventing the zombies from smashing it open.

But it did not look like the door could hold much longer.

These zombies possessed immense strength. Every impact made the door emit a faint creak.

Gu Mian heard somewhat hurried breathing from behind the door. The people inside had probably realized that they would not be able to hold out much longer.

Amid that breathing, a zombie at the edge gathered all its strength and prepared to ram the door again. But after taking just two steps forward, it stopped with a thud.

Gu Mian grabbed it and tossed it aside. "Go play somewhere else."

The breathing behind the door abruptly stopped, as though the people inside had heard someone speaking outside.

Before long, Gu Mian had cleared every zombie from the office entrance.

He kicked the last zombie in the butt, sending it flying more than three meters away.

Yet there was still no movement behind the door, as though the people inside were still uncertain and wondering why it had suddenly gone quiet outside.

There was no glass in the office door, so Gu Mian could not see what was happening inside. He simply stepped forward and banged loudly on the door. "Your beloved comrade, Doctor Gu, is here. Open up."

He had no idea whether the people inside would dare to open it.

Then, a surprised female voice came from within. "Gu Mian?"

That familiar yet unfamiliar voice left Gu Mian stunned for several seconds before he recognized it.

Damn, what a melodramatic cliché! The fat man leaves, and the class beauty arrives. She even seems to be a junior female student?