Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies-Chapter 220 - Are Ye Qing and the others still alive

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Are Ye Qing and the others still alive?!

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Are Ye Qing and the others still alive?!

“Alright, Dr. Chu,” the man with a red nose responded and gave a slight bow to Ding Dayong before turning to leave the room.

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He returned after two seconds, “Brother Dading, since we can return to Flame Base in half a day, should we dismantle the sled?”

The sled, hastily assembled from dry branches halfway through their journey, could serve as firewood if they were to stay there overnight.

“Flame Base…” Jiang Yan’s heart sank.

She had only speculated, never expecting to guess correctly.

Ding Dayong glanced at Chu Hui opposite, “Dr. Chu, what do you think?”

“Take it apart,” Chu Hui, without lifting his eyelids, sat down on the chair.

“Creeeeak—”

The wooden door was pushed open.

Two men were brought into the room by two other men and tossed into a corner like small chickens.

Their bodies had already frozen stiff, and their pale lips were sealed shut, unable to utter a word even if they wanted to beg for mercy.

“Tang Xiaochuan, start the fire. It’s freezing to death in here,” Ding Dayong sat down on a chair and instructed the man with a red nose.

“Alright, Brother Dading.”

It was unclear if it was because the firewood had been dragged through the snow for too long, but no sparks appeared even after Tang Xiaochuan ignited the lighter repeatedly.

“Brother Dading, should I bring some gasoline to help the fire?”

Just as Ding Dayong was about to respond, Chu Hui gestured towards the corner where the man and woman lay and sneered, “Isn’t there ready-made kindling right there?”

Tang Xiaochuan looked stunned, then realizing what was implied, quickly got up and walked briskly towards them with a dagger in hand.

In no time, the clothes on the two were completely stripped off.

Although the room wasn’t as ice-cold as the outside, the temperature wasn’t much higher.

With their bodies already covered in wounds and now devoid of clothes, their skin quickly turned from pale to a dark, bruised color.

Once the clothes were used as kindling, the fire started vigorously.

Chu Hui removed his gloves and slowly warmed his hands over the fire.

Alternating hands, he scrutinized each of his fingers as if admiring a piece of art.

On the opposite side, Ding Dayong, not daring to breathe a word, fiddled with the firewood using a thin twig.

Inside Space.

Having finished her coffee, Jiang Yan listened to Hua Bao’s “simultaneous interpretation” while carefully turning the fertilized eggs in the climate-controlled container.

The agonized howling of reindeer intermittently came from outside the house.

Inside, there was a moment of silence.

The remaining three men, like subordinates, had one standing at the doorway on guard, and another organizing supplies inside.

Tang Xiaochuan placed an iron rack over the fire and took a pitch-dark pot outside, filled it with clean snow, and set it on the fire to heat up.

The snow melted quickly, and began to steam.

Seeing the temperature was about right, he took the pot off the fire, retrieved two bottles of strong liquor from his backpack, and warmed them gently in the pot.

As the bottle’s mouth warmed up, he handed the liquors to Chu Hui and Ding Dayong, saying, “Dr. Chu, Brother Dading, have some liquor to warm up.”

Both men took the bottles.

After unscrewing the cap and gulping a few mouthfuls, Ding Dayong handed the bottle back, “Share it with the brothers too.”

Dr. Chu, unaccustomed to liquor, frowned and slowly sipped.

The mood lightened considerably with the liquor ingested.

Ding Dayong glanced at the two huddled in the corner and muttered, “Dr. Chu, now that we have a good fire, if we want meat tonight, you pick one. I can ask the brothers to skin it or clean the bodies with snow.”

Hearing this in Space, Jiang Yan’s body involuntarily shivered.

The blizzard had been raging for just over a month, and now, this was how things were outside…

“Keeping them alive until now wasn’t for eating,” Dr. Chu put down his bottle, leaned back and crossed his arms, his eyes going dark and narrowing slightly.

Ding Dayong, puzzled asked, “Then, what for?”

Dr. Chu shot him a cold glance and warned acerbically, “Those matters at the base laboratory aren’t for you to ask, best if you don’t probe further.” His words left no room for sentiment.

Shut down by his words, Ding Dayong kept silent.

Tang Xiaochuan and another man exchanged glances for a second.

They couldn’t understand; their boss, who usually acted all high and mighty, now appeared so diminished before this young whippersnapper.

After a long moment, Dr. Chu glanced again at the two.

Their skin had completely turned dark blue.

He leaned sideways to pick up a very thin pair of gloves from a black box beside his seat, then stood up and walked over to them.

Thanks to the fire, the temperature inside had increased considerably.

The frost on their eyelashes had melted.

Dr. Chu squatted down, peeled their eyelids back to check, then took their wrists one by one and silently checked their pulses.

“Pass me that box,” Dr. Chu tilted his face upward and nodded towards the black box next to the fire.

Ding Dayong stood and personally handed it over to him.

Dr. Chu opened the box, pulled out a pale blue rectangular box, and took out a syringe filled with an orange liquid.

After the injections, the bodies which had already stiffened remarkably, flicked their lips a few times and weakly cried out, “Help…”

“This medication is just miraculous!” Ding Dayong couldn’t help but exclaim.

Dr. Chu chuckled coldly and stood up to give an order, “Tie them up at the entrance.”

Ding Dayong, dumbfounded, said, “Dr. Chu, in their condition, they’d be dead in three minutes outside; is it necessary to tie them up?”

“Yes, yes, Dr. Chu, the blizzard outside has gotten much worse!” Tang Xiaochuan chimed in.

Perhaps the alcohol had gone to his head, but although Dr. Chu appeared impatient, he still explained, “You’ll see by morning, they won’t die.”

“…” Ding Dayong, stunned for a moment, then slapped his head and exclaimed, “I remember now! That group Dr. Xue brought back from Xiangcheng a while back, all seemingly dying yet brought back to life with an injection from the lab!!”

This revelation struck Jiang Yan like thunder.

She instantly lost interest in turning the eggs, stood up, and listened intently.

Ding Dayong, seeing Dr. Chu’s expression remain unchanged, continued admiringly, “So, Dr. Chu, are you conducting the legendary natural cold resistance experiment now? These two, may not be the most resilient, but they are freshly dying bodies that haven’t been injected yet!”

Dr. Chu, possibly influenced by alcohol or perhaps enjoying the admiration, snickered, “Not bad, Captain Ding, you do have some brains.”

He glanced out the window, resentment flashing in his eyes, “Unfortunately, I’m not as lucky as Xue Qianmei. Some in that group were rare specimens in terms of appearance and physicality, all now frozen out there, finding more fresh specimens like those isn’t easy!”

Encouraged by the praise, Ding Dayong became bolder, “But I heard privately, most of those people were injured and weren’t perfect specimens. However, there was a young college student among them with the last name Ye, the youngest and best specimen, but he somehow escaped…”

“!!!” Back in Space, Jiang Yan stiffened completely.