Chapter 90 – Can I Sew Socks or What?

As the most prestigious higher education institution in X City, X City University boasts highly comprehensive facilities.

Originally, Ling Mo thought that the so-called School Hospital would be about the size of a small clinic. To his surprise, it turned out to be a three-story European-style building, with a red cross hanging from its church-like spire and a main entrance connected to a small garden.

The number of zombies in the garden was limited, and after easily dealing with them, the group smoothly entered the School Hospital.

The main door of the hospital had probably been broken by zombies during the outbreak. Half of the door hung loosely from the wall, looking like it could fall off completely at any moment. Whenever the wind blew, it emitted a faint “creak.”

Looking inside from the entrance, there was a horizontal corridor. Although it was well-lit, the empty environment felt somewhat eerie.

The stairs leading to the second floor were diagonally across from the main door. On the stairs, there was a patch of dried and discolored blood, and the ivory-white walls were splattered with blood stains, which looked quite shocking under the sunlight.

“The consultation room is on the first floor,” Lin Luanqiu whispered.

Ling Mo nodded, tightened his grip on the short knife, and gestured to Ye Lian and Xia Na.

The three of them filed in and quickly searched all the rooms along the corridor.

What puzzled Ling Mo was that he didn’t find any traces of zombies.

But then he thought, there weren’t many people in the School Hospital to begin with, and it’s possible that when the disaster struck, the zombies that mutated chased after the fleeing people and left this place.

Having no zombies was definitely a good thing. After searching the first floor, Ling Mo led the group into the consultation room.

No one had died in the consultation room. Other than a layer of dust on the table, it looked pretty much the same as before. Even the laptop was still open, though it had long since shut down automatically due to running out of power.

On the floor were some broken porcelain pieces and half of a shattered teacup, likely knocked over by the school doctor while escaping or mutating, causing it to fall from the table.

Ling Mo kicked the fragments aside and reminded Lin Luanqiu, “Be careful.”

“I’ve never been here before,” Lin Luanqiu said, looking a bit curious. She carefully examined the items on the table, then walked around to open the drawers. She found a phone and some personal items belonging to the school doctor, like drinks. She took whatever seemed useful and placed them on the table. Ling Mo picked out some decent items from the pile, leaving the rest for Lin Luanqiu since he didn’t want to clutter his backpack.

As they opened drawer after drawer, they finally found an unexpected surprise.

Several bottles of high-quality nutritional supplements appeared. These looked quite high-end and were meant to replenish nutrients.

For most survivors who couldn’t even get enough to eat, malnutrition was a common issue. Even Ling Mo himself was just getting by with a full stomach. No matter how high-energy the food was, it couldn’t compare to the varied diet of the past. If it weren’t for the physical enhancements he gained during his evolution, he might have struggled to keep up with the current combat demands due to insufficient nutrition.

“This looks pretty good,” Lin Luanqiu said, her eyes lighting up as she picked up one of the bottles. “And the expiration date is still far off…”

However, she was quite self-aware. Despite a fleeting look of reluctance in her eyes, she handed the bottles of supplements to Ling Mo. “These should be useful for you.”

Ling Mo stuffed the bottles into his backpack. After a moment of hesitation, he took one out and handed it back to Lin Luanqiu. “Take this. Your health is really poor right now.”

Lin Luanqiu opened her mouth as if to refuse, but she eventually bit her lower lip and accepted the bottle. She then said sincerely, “Thank you.”

Despite the unexpected find, their main purpose for coming here was to find medicine for Lin Luanqiu’s illness and to gather as many common and emergency medical supplies as possible. For Ling Mo, these items were just as crucial, if not more so, than food.

Food can always be found if you’re bold and strong enough; you’ll never starve to death. But medicine is different. Pharmacies are scattered and not always easy to find. If you get injured, continuing to move becomes difficult, and searching for medicine in the moment is almost suicidal.

Ling Mo quickly realized that although the room wasn’t large, aside from the few bottles of supplements found in the drawers, the cabinets only contained a few scattered common medications. There weren’t many of them. Presumably, the main stock of medicines should be in other rooms. Ling Mo felt slightly reassured by this thought.

Finding medicine could be delayed a bit, but Lin Luanqiu’s wound needed immediate attention.

They found some instruments for wound treatment, half a bottle of disinfectant iodine, and sterile saline solution.

However, as the group stood around these instruments, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

The two mutant zombies, Xia Na and Ye Lian, were out of the question. While they could help with simple wound cleaning, asking them to stitch a wound was risky. The sight of fresh blood might trigger their zombie instincts, which was no laughing matter.

Even if Ling Mo could suppress their urge to attack, it would inevitably expose their zombie nature. Although exposure wouldn’t pose immediate danger in this situation, Ling Mo preferred to avoid losing control.

So, Xia Na and Ye Lian were naturally ruled out. Ling Mo hesitated, looking at the suture needle in his hand, and reluctantly asked, “Can you stitch yourself up?”

Lin Luanqiu hesitated, made a few gestures, and then shook her head. “No, I can’t.”

“Then I’ll do it.” Ling Mo decided to step up, realizing there was no other option.

But Lin Luanqiu looked at him deeply, her expression suddenly complex, and asked, “Do you even know how?”

Ling Mo was taken aback, then replied with uncertain confidence, “I can sew socks… does that count?”

Ling Mo’s words weren’t entirely unfounded. Even though Ye Lian had grown up with him and often took care of his daily needs, they hadn’t established any romantic relationship back then. Ling Mo had genuine feelings for Ye Lian, but precisely because of this, he had never confessed, feeling unworthy of her.

Ling Mo had always been striving to improve himself, hoping to boost his self-worth. But when the apocalypse hit, all his efforts and dreams turned to ashes. However, his focus remained unchanged. Before, it was for Ye Lian; now, it was for Ye Lian and Xia Na, who fought alongside him.

In the past, Ling Mo had never asked Ye Lian to do anything for him, let alone something like mending socks.

Lin Luanqiu’s expression turned somewhat peculiar, but there was no better solution at the moment. She could only grit her teeth and nod. “Then I’ll trouble you.”

“Hang in there.” Although he had applied anesthetic, Ling Mo couldn’t help but remind her before starting.

“Whoo!”

Taking a deep breath, Ling Mo’s eyes became focused. He steadily inserted the first stitch…

Lin Luanqiu immediately showed signs of pain. To avoid distraction, she turned her gaze away.

With his evolved psychic power, Ling Mo’s concentration was far superior to the average person, making his stitching quick and precise.

However, making it look neat was beyond Ling Mo’s skill. After tying off the suture and cutting the thread, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed at the sight of his handiwork.

Lin Luanqiu glanced at the wound, and upon seeing it, her eye twitched involuntarily.

Ling Mo quickly bandaged her up, thinking that although his stitching was ugly, there was no point in being picky under the circumstances.

Ye Lian then brought over some bottled water and anti-inflammatory medication, which Lin Luanqiu took. Although the treatment wasn’t by the book, it was the best they could do under the circumstances. The rest would depend on her luck.

Just after the wound was stitched, Lin Luanqiu was too exhausted to move. Ling Mo had Ye Lian help her up, intending to find a hospital bed for her to rest.