How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse - Chapter 377

An Ran can’t hold back her tears after hearing Zhan Lian’s words. They flow down violently. If they aren’t on the road, in the middle of a fleeing convoy, she would want to hug Zhan Lian and cry out loud.

There’s too much pressure in life—too hard to talk about—and sometimes the only way to vent it is through tears.

Zhan Lian takes Doll from An Ran’s arms, lifts his head, and looks at the vehicles ahead. A few pairs of eyes in each car are watching them. So he reaches out, pulls An Ran’s head close, letting her bury herself in his arms to hide, cry, and release her emotions.

When An Ran has almost finished crying, he takes her to his jeep, looks at her, and asks, “Let’s not rush into Little Mint’s matter. Let’s go find Doctor Zhao first?”

An Ran nods absentmindedly, sniffing with a thick nasal sound. “Let’s take a look. It doesn’t hurt to try. But I guess Doctor Zhao won’t be much help. Before Sister Yuan turned into a zombie, she had a fever too.”

As she speaks, An Ran lowers her head and stops talking. When Liu Yuan dies, she is reluctant to let her go. Although Liu Yuan once abandoned her among the zombies, An Ran still can’t help but feel heartbroken when recalling the moment Liu Yuan turns.

Now it’s Little Mint’s turn. This little girl has followed her all the way without complaint, from Xiangcheng to Tiesi Village. If Little Mint is going to turn into a zombie too, the despair inside An Ran right now is beyond anyone’s understanding.

Although the end of the world makes people feel desperate and hopeless, can she still see a glimmer of light? Little Mint is already so pitiful—can’t some miracle happen for her?

“Don’t be too pessimistic. People also go through a fever stage before they awaken their abilities,” Zhan Lian says, reaching out to wipe some tears from An Ran’s face, trying to comfort her. “When I awakened my ability, I had a fever so bad I was delirious. Luo Feifan and the others tied me up tight and were just waiting for me to grow fangs so they could kill me. But in the end, nothing happened.”

An Ran waves away Zhan Lian’s hand wiping her tears, raises her head, and looks at him with red eyes. “You had such a dangerous experience? Fortunately, Luo Feifan and the others didn’t kill you early.”

“Yeah.”

Zhan Lian looks down at An Ran, wanting to be closer. Then he asks, “What about you? How did you awaken your ability?”

An Ran tilts her head and looks at Little Mint in the truck without answering immediately. Just when Zhan Lian thinks she won’t answer, she says, “See that? I was bitten by zombies—twice. Then I got my ability. Whether I had a fever, I don’t know. I was dizzy those days. The baby cried, and I was so dazed I didn’t even know if I had a fever.”

At that moment, Zhan Lian notices An Ran tilt her head to show him the tooth marks on her neck. His heart trembles. Looking closely, there are indeed two shallow bite marks on her pale, slender neck, healed long ago.

His heart aches again, and his body trembles unconsciously. He asks in a deep voice, “When was the other time? Where were you bitten?”

“On the shoulder blade.” An Ran tilts her head indifferently, reaches out and touches the chubby baby, then her own shoulder blade. “At that time, I only cared about saving Doll and forgot the pain. She was in the neonatal department, and I was in obstetrics. The neonatal department was full of zombies.”