Chapter 126: Zombies x Face Slapping x Anatomy

Chapter 126: Zombies x Face Slapping x Anatomy

The atmosphere on campus is usually closely tied to exam schedules.

Before the CET-4 and CET-6 exams, the tension is almost as palpable as when zombies are about to invade.

There are no lazy students sunbathing on the lawns; the library lights stay on all night, and people walk briskly through the teaching buildings and corridors, almost sprinting to save time.

Once the exams are over, the basketball courts and tennis courts require reservations, and you might see students walking paper dogs they've made, sipping milk tea, and enjoying their leisure time for the whole day.

This blissful period lasts only about ten to twenty days.

Because once January arrives, final exams are right around the corner.

After the New Year's holiday, some teachers start giving hints about the key points for the exams.

"This exam will cover a lot of material," the old professor adjusted his thick glasses. "Everyone has their books, right? I'll go over what we're testing this time so you can review in advance."

The naive students still smiled gratefully.

"Teacher! You're so nice!"

"I'll definitely study hard this time!"

"Starting from page 39," the old man flipped through the pages, "to page 472, it's all on the exam."

Keding, holding a highlighter, froze in his seat.

Seeing their expressions, the professor shrugged. "Don't bother with your highlighters. Every line, every page, including the illustrations, will be on the exam. Study well."

Every line. Every page. Including the illustrations.

Keding wished he could drill a hole in his head and stuff the entire book in.

Teacher!! Do you think this is a key point!! Can this even be called a key point!!!

But that was just the appetizer.

Medical students have to take both major and elective courses, and some professors, not content with the chaos, added several small papers on social practice or experimental reviews.

It's endless, endless!!

Keding wished he could move all these assignments to the zombie world and work overtime day and night, pushing back his bedtime continuously.

Seeing their son's dazed expression, Keding's parents were very worried.

"Baby, don't come help out at the weekend. Get some rest..."

"Let me do the dishes, please," Keding wiped away tears. "Mom, when I close my eyes, all I see is the textbook. Everyone looks like a textbook to me now."

Seeing his colleague's rapidly declining mental state, the system was also concerned and tried to comfort him. "It's okay, you're already in your second year. In another two years, you'll graduate and be free."

Keding shivered.

System: "D... Did I say something wrong?"

"I have to complete a five-year undergraduate program," Keding said softly, "then I can take the postgraduate entrance exam and pursue a Ph.D., which will take another four to six years. If I can't finish my doctoral thesis, I might die in the eighth or tenth year."

System: "Well, do we really need to take the postgraduate entrance exam?"

"It's like this," Keding gave a pale smile. "For any reputable tertiary hospital, the minimum requirement for submitting a resume is a Ph.D. degree."

System: "What??"

She suddenly understood where Keding's wonderful mental state came from.

How many medical students can avoid going crazy!!!

Just as the shadow of final exams loomed over the campus, the counselor called a class meeting, looking quite excited.

"Classmates, I have some good news for you!" Old Liu's face glowed as he announced from the podium, "After the New Year, we'll be getting closer to our third year."

"Third year means you'll finally start internships at various hospitals. Even if you don't get to rotate, you can at least help out at the triage desks and gain some experience!"

The students were already numb, their scalps tingling, and several of them shuddered.

"Old Liu is always well-informed. Don't think I forget about you guys," the uncle slapped the table. "Why are you all so listless? Wake up! Haven't you been sleeping?"

Several students suddenly woke up, and one student fell face-down on the desk and started sleeping.

"Why am I calling this class meeting now? Because! This year, your seniors in their third year have been given the first opportunity for public-funded exchanges!"

"Although there are few spots, they can rotate and intern at top hospitals in Hong Kong, attend lectures by renowned experts, and it's amazing!"

"I asked the director, and next summer, when it's your turn, there might be opportunities to go to St. Thomas' Hospital in London or the University of California Medical Center in the United States for exchange programs!"

At this, the previously lifeless audience burst into excitement.

Is this real?! Holy crap, what a great opportunity from the sky!

"Teacher Liu, just tell us, what GPA do we need..."

"Being able to visit Peking Union Medical College would be enough for me, let alone studying abroad? I can't even imagine it."

"All expenses covered? Or just the flight tickets?"

Old Liu was pleased to see the students regain their energy.

"GPA requirement—average GPA greater than 3.5! So, you'd better study hard for the finals!"

Half of them slumped back into their chairs, too lazy to react anymore.

Eighty-five in every subject, you might as well kill me.

Sure, those watered-down courses are easy, but what about the others?

Physiology and biochemistry, one of them is bound to fail! Pathology and pathophysiology, it's almost a death sentence!

Eighty-five, hah, passing is hard enough!!

"Also," Old Liu coughed again, "the round-trip airfare is covered, but accommodation and meals have to be handled on your own."

"Teacher! That's a month of unpaid work at a foreign hospital during summer break, and we have to pay tens of thousands out of pocket?"

"Capitalism really knows how to make money... Eating abroad is so expensive, and it's terrible!"

"Watch out for getting robbed by black people! Oh, and there are shootings everywhere; I wouldn't dare go!"

Keding sat in the corner, somewhat lost in thought.

The system was a bit worried: "Ke Bao, it's good that you're diligent and eager to learn, but not taking a break during the summer will make me very concerned about your mental state..."

Keding quickly snapped back to reality.

Money wasn't an issue anymore. With his current part-time job, he could quickly save up for accommodation abroad.

The system was very worried about him: "Bao, talk to me, Bao!"

Keding quickly logged into the app's backend to check his current GPA.

3.1!

As long as he scored a few more 90s this semester, his GPA would improve!

Study! Start cramming from today!

"I want to go out and see." Keding showed a determined expression. "Whether it's Hong Kong or abroad, I want to visit those shining big hospitals!"

System: "Understood, Bao. I'll burn incense for those villainous characters in the novels, starting with Jin Mingmao."

Release stress! Start with each day!

When He Shuangqiu convened another internal meeting, his speaking speed was much faster than usual, and his actions were more decisive.

After the subordinates left, the man in silver-black military uniform paused at the door, not leaving immediately.

"You seem different."

"Hmm." Keding said, "I'm now full of enthusiasm!"

Jiang Yi observed his expression and said, "My men told me that your target is loudly plotting a coup."

"Yes, and I plan to go along with it, get dragged out, and bitten by a zombie."

Considering his image in front of Doctor Jiang, Keding cleared his throat twice and gave a warning.

"So... after I get bitten, I might act a bit crazy. I hope you can understand and preferably don't watch."

Jiang Yi smiled without a word, glanced at him again, and then turned to leave.

Before half a day passed, someone from the pig farm delivered a 'top-secret letter,' signed jointly by Jin Mingmao and Kong Fengjiang, pledging allegiance.

In the letter, they briefly expressed their love for the base and gratitude to He Shuangqiu, then mentioned the situation with external aid supplies.

Kong Fengjiang claimed to be a relative of a certain major in the Hengye Mercenary Company, who intended to bring numerous weapons and fuel to join forces, enhancing the base's overall strength to resist the evil invasion of zombies!

The letter was written in a messy scrawl, just like the writers themselves.

But to pique He Shuangqiu's interest, they emphasized the types of supplies and indeed contacted the major relative, listing several military equipment models and quantities as references.

The young man had been waiting for the bait for a long time, not only agreeing but also specially hosting a thank-you gathering for them.

That evening, dozens of extras gathered around the dining table, and He Shuangqiu raised his glass with deep emotion.

"In times of crisis, we need passionate and innovative backbone members like Mr. Jin and Mr. Kong!"

"A toast to the armory, a toast to the fuel tanks!"

Jin and Kong didn't expect such lavish treatment, both holding their glasses, feeling elated and responding to everyone's flattery.

Kong Fengjiang kept a wary eye and deliberately emphasized, "But, Xiao He—ah, no, look at my memory, Commander He!"

"Just call me Xiao He!" He Shuangqiu raised another glass, "Everyone, I have a connection with Mr. Kong; he used to be my boss, a truly good person!"

Kong Fengjiang chuckled, saying, "My little brother-in-law is still a bit wary of you guys pulling a fast one. He says handing over the supplies is fine, but you have to come alone, no large contingent, or they'll be scared."

He Shuangqiu's face hardened.

"Is that reasonable?"

Jin Mingmao, seeing things going south, broke into a sweat.

Before Kong Fengjiang could add a few words, He Shuangqiu continued, "Reasonable! Very reasonable! Who brings a knife to meet a friend? Isn't that the logic?"

Everyone laughed, and the banquet ended with mutual satisfaction.

The next noon, Kong Fengjiang and Jin Mingmao each took their guns and escorted He Shuangqiu to hand over the supplies.

To make it realistic, the major brought over a dozen armed vehicles waiting at the designated location, suppressing their hostility and ready to put on a good show.

Beyond the isolation fence was a horde of zombies, ready to attack at any moment.

He Shuangqiu had originally brought ten bodyguards, but Jin Mingmao's smooth talk eventually persuaded him to leave them all at the base.

They arrived at the meeting point five kilometers away, and as agreed, the major appeared, saluting from a distance of fifty meters up high.

"I see him." He Shuangqiu quickened his pace, clearly pleased.

Kong Fengjiang and Jin Mingmao exchanged a glance, preparing to push him off the pier to be torn apart by the frenzied zombies below.

Before Jin Mingmao could reach out, the major suddenly changed expression and turned to run into the tank, hiding as fast as he could.

Kong Fengjiang had a bad feeling and turned to see a pack of zombie huskies and Samoyeds, tongues lolling, charging towards them from some dog pound!

Jin Mingmao instinctively used He Shuangqiu as a shield: "Don't bite me! Bite him!"

The lead white zombie giant dog leaped forward, its mouth clamping down on He Shuangqiu's skull.

Two streams of blood trickled down.

He Shuangqiu wiped his hand and roared in anger, "Do you think you're Dingchun! Playing this game with me!"