"Chen Guang, something happened! Zhang Liang was just wounded by a zombie. It's serious. Hurry over and take a look!"
Chen Luo was chatting with Chen Guang when one of Chen Guang's companions rushed over.
Chen Guang was startled. Wounded by a zombie? Had he run into a horde?
That couldn't be. Zhang Liang wasn't stupid enough to take on a horde head-on, was he?
Chen Guang left Chen Luo behind and hurried off to check on his companion.
Zhang Liang had been smoking at the entrance to the residential complex when a zombie approached him. He hadn't paid it any mind, planning to give it a good whack once it got close.
After dealing with zombies for so long, Zhang Liang had figured out their capabilities. They were strong, but slow.
As long as he dodged their attacks and landed a couple of blows to the head, they would go down.
Zhang Liang was used to this by now and wasn't afraid of zombies.
But this zombie hadn't followed the usual script. Before it even got close, it launched a fireball at him.
Caught off guard, Zhang Liang was struck dead-on before he could recover from his shock.
The fireball hit Zhang Liang in the chest, burning a hole straight through his abdomen.
He was critically wounded.
If his companions hadn't been nearby and rescued him in time, Zhang Liang would have died.
What baffled them even more was that the zombie actually ran away when it saw so many people, instead of charging at them recklessly as zombies always had.
Saving him came first, so they didn't give chase.
But how were they supposed to save him?
Could ordinary medicine for external wounds treat an injury like this?
Without prompt treatment, Zhang Liang would die.
When Chen Guang