Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 150 - Infected wound

The zombie roared, its grotesque face contorted with rage as it swung its long arms wildly at the shelves. The force of its attack made the entire structure creak and shudder, metal groaning under the strain.

Muchen had had enough.

His blood was boiling, his chest heaving with each breath. His hands trembled—not with fear, but with pure, unfiltered rage.

Before anyone could react, he snatched the gun from Jai’s grip.

"Hey—!" Jai barely had time to protest before—

BANG!

The shot rang out like thunder in the warehouse.

The bullet slammed into the zombie’s grotesque face, shattering its skull in an explosion of rotting flesh and dark, coagulated blood.

The monstrous thing let out a guttural, choking noise before it toppled, its massive body collapsing like a felled tree. The impact sent a violent tremor through the ground, crushing a handful of smaller zombies beneath its weight. Limbs twitched, grotesque and broken.

But Muchen wasn’t done.

His entire body shook with fury as he lifted the gun again.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He shot every zombie in sight.

Each one jerked as bullets tore through their decayed flesh, their bodies crumpling like ragdolls. The ones that had kept them trapped on the shelves for so long were obliterated in a matter of seconds.

Jai flinched at the sheer ferocity in Muchen’s expression. His eyes were wild, almost feral, his breath ragged. He was mumbling something under his breath, over and over, as he emptied the clip.

"We need to get out... We need to get out... Yunfeng needs to get checked..."

His voice was barely more than a whisper, but the desperation in it was crushing.

The moment the last zombie fell, Muchen dropped the empty gun. It clattered to the ground, forgotten. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything—

Except Yunfeng.

He turned back—only to find Yunfeng collapsing.

"Yunfeng!"

Muchen lunged, catching him just before he hit the ground. His body was burning—feverish heat radiated from his skin, sweat dripping down his temple. His breaths were shallow, his eyelashes trembling as he struggled to stay conscious.

Muchen didn’t hesitate.

Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Yunfeng and flew down.

His landing was rough, his knees nearly buckling under Yunfeng’s weight, but he held on.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

He looked up at the shelves, his glare sharp and furious.

"Qiu!" His voice echoed in the warehouse, raw with emotion. "Come down right now!"

His hands tightened around Yunfeng’s trembling body. "you better come down here. He needs help.. please..."

Qiu Yue and the others scrambled down the shelves. The second Hana’s feet hit the floor, she rushed toward Yunfeng, her hands shaking as she reached for him.

"Yunfeng! Let me—"

"Don’t touch him."

Muchen’s voice was sharp, laced with something dangerous. His arms tightened around Yunfeng’s body, his glare piercing through Hana like a dagger.

She froze.

Her breath hitched, and she stumbled back, tears pooling in her wide, panicked eyes.

"I— I just—"

"Let me see him."

Qiu Yue stepped forward, his calm voice cutting through the thick tension.

Muchen’s grip didn’t loosen immediately. His fingers dug into Yunfeng’s sweat-drenched back, his entire body trembling with resistance. He didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t.

But finally, with a sharp inhale, he eased his hold, letting Qiu take Yunfeng from his arms.

"Check him," Muchen mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes, wild with desperation, locked onto Qiu’s face. "You better keep him alive."

His words were almost threatening, but Qiu didn’t flinch. He simply nodded and lowered himself beside Yunfeng.

Carefully, he pressed a hand to Yunfeng’s forehead. A deep frown settled on his face.

"He’s burning up," Qiu muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose. He carefully inspected the wound. The black veins had crept up close to Yunfeng’s shoulders, stark against his flushed skin. But they weren’t spreading as fast as before.

"The schoolgirl we saw earlier..." Qiu murmured, mostly to himself. "Her infection spread in minutes. The veins ran up her entire body almost instantly. But Yunfeng’s—" He paused, thinking. "It’s slower. It’s still moving, but at a different pace."

Muchen’s breath hitched.

"So— So that means—"

"We need to keep him under observation," Qiu cut in. His voice was measured, but his eyes held a flicker of uncertainty. "I don’t know what it means yet. But for now, I’ll treat his wound."

Muchen’s hands clenched in his own hair, his fingers twisting painfully into the strands.

"Do... Do something," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "Save him."

Qiu nodded, his face unreadable. "I’ll try my best."

He hurriedly glanced around, spotting a large empty packaging box nearby. He tore it apart and spread the flattened cardboard on the ground to create a makeshift surface.

"Lay him down."

Muchen hesitated.

But Yunfeng was barely conscious now, his head lolling against Muchen’s chest, his breath coming in short, weak gasps.

With a pained expression, Muchen gently lowered him onto the cardboard.

Qiu immediately got to work.

Hana knelt nearby, sobbing into her hands, while Jai stood frozen, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Qiu Yue took a deep breath, his hands steady as he peeled away the blood-soaked makeshift bandage. His breath hitched slightly when he got a full view of the wound.

A deep gash ran from Yunfeng’s shoulder down to his elbow, the edges of the flesh ragged and torn. The center of the wound was dark, a sickly black spreading outward like cracked ink on pale skin. But beneath the grotesque discoloration, there was a small relief—no major arteries had been cut, and the bleeding had slowed.

Still, the black blood oozing from the wound wasn’t a good sign.

Qiu quickly checked his coat pockets and found a spare latex glove tucked inside. He pulled it on, snapping it against his wrist before leaning in closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the infection.

It was spreading, but not wildly like before.

"Shall I stitch it or not..." he muttered under his breath, running through the options in his head. Normally, if a wound was infected, the only way to stop the spread was to cut away the infected flesh and sew up the clean tissue. But this—this wasn’t a normal infection. "should i cut the hand...."

"Do it!" Hana’s voice rang out, urgent, her face pale but determined. "Cut it off before it spreads more!"

"Wait!"

Muchen’s panicked voice snapped through the air.

His body lunged forward, placing himself between Qiu and Yunfeng, his arms shielding his lover protectively. His breath was ragged, his hands shaking.

"You can’t just cut his arm off!" Muchen’s voice cracked, his eyes darting between Hana and Qiu with desperation. "No! There has to be another way!"

"Muchen," Qiu’s voice was firm, but not unkind. "I understand. But if we don’t stop the infection now, it could spread to his organs. Once that happens..." He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.

Muchen shook his head violently.

"No—no, you don’t understand! What if—" His throat closed up around the words.

What if we cut into him, and it makes him worse?

What if he doesn’t turn, but we kill him anyway?

What if—

Muchen’s fingers curled into Yunfeng’s torn shirt, holding onto him like he could physically keep him in this world.

Qiu hesitated. He wasn’t heartless. He knew what Muchen was feeling.

But Hana’s voice rose again, sharp and desperate.

"Are you insane?!" she cried, her hands clenching into fists. "What if he does turn?! Then what?! You wanna hold onto his dead body while he rips you apart?!"

Muchen flinched.

Hana’s words hit too close.

He knew what she was saying was logical. But his heart—his heart was screaming at him.

"Just a little longer..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. He turned back to Yunfeng, his trembling hands brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. His lover’s face was burning, his skin hot to the touch. His eyes, half-lidded, flickered weakly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Please..." Muchen pleaded, his forehead pressing against Yunfeng’s damp temple. "Give him a little more time. Just a little." freewebnoveℓ.com

Qiu’s jaw tightened.

Time was the one thing they might not have.

But seeing Muchen so completely broken—he couldn’t ignore that.

"...Alright," Qiu muttered finally, removing his glove. "But if the veins spread to his chest—we cut, no matter what. Understood?"

Muchen nodded stiffly, his hands still clutching Yunfeng like a lifeline.