Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 907: Dawn of the Living Dead (6)

In her impression, blood should be red, but the blood before Zhong Luoyue was nearly black.

Generations of blood bags, generations of red-black blood bags. When she held the blood bag in her hand, surprisingly, she felt no resistance but rather a certain excitement in her body.

She knew the blood in the bag was viscous, and the blood bank's refrigeration system made the platelets even stickier… It was a bit like a stress ball?

"Great! Your luck is really good, Luoyue! This hospital actually has Bombay blood type!" Elizabeth approached Zhong Luoyue with a blood bag in hand.

"Bombay blood type?" Zhong Luoyue was taken aback.

Elizabeth smiled and said, "This is a relatively rare blood type among humans. Its effect is naturally not comparable to the pure blood of the thirteen clans, but among the various known blood types in humans, it's one of the few that can achieve over 43% of pure blood quality! Unfortunately, I only found a 400cc bag, but that should be enough for you for a while. A newborn's intake generally shouldn't be too much; around 50cc at a time is sufficient."

In her memory, vampires feeding on blood was always accompanied by death. They were the predators of blood; they should be surrounded by blood and gore—she never knew that vampires needed to be precise to the milliliter when drinking blood.

"Of course!" Elizabeth said earnestly, "Blood is our food, but overeating can lead to indigestion. A scientific and reasonable intake not only helps us resist hunger but also allows us to better absorb the power that blood brings."

You, a vampire, talking about scientific and reasonable eating habits… It’s probably because you've always been controlled by the thirteen clans regarding the supply of pure blood, so you have to be precise with every meal, right?

Even so, there were some things Zhong Luoyue cleverly chose not to point out.She had many things to consider now, but the most important was how to prevent herself from feeling hungry. She wasn't psychologically prepared to kill and drink blood yet... Maybe when she was starving, she wouldn't have any psychological burdens, but for now, her rationality was still intact.

She had seen some of Elizabeth's memories and had early insights into how vampires obtained the pure blood they cherished—given that she was a newborn without parents, her chances of obtaining pure blood were extremely slim.

That inspector, Ivan, had said he would give Elizabeth ten years' worth of pure blood, but Elizabeth might not necessarily share that wealth with her—after all, Elizabeth was also a ‘refugee’ who had been ‘starving’ for a long time.

Though Zhong Luoyue felt she could bring up this topic, and Elizabeth might very well share a small amount of pure blood with her, raising this issue might damage their relationship—unless Elizabeth initiated the offer, in which case the situation would be different.

Zhong Luoyue didn’t really believe in selfless friendship; she only believed in solid friendships. A solid friendship needed to be cultivated.

The Bombay blood type… could serve as a temporary substitute for pure blood.

If it was just a rare blood type that could be found in a hospital, then wealthy superpowers should be able to acquire quite a bit.

—First, getting herself out of a constantly dependent environment would provide better space for developing her friendship, preventing the other party from feeling like a burden, allowing for a more equal discussion.

Zhong Luoyue slowly tore open the blood bag and poured the Bombay blood type into a test tube she found in the blood bank, carefully pouring out 50cc as Elizabeth had instructed.

Following her friend's suggestion would create a pleasant feeling for the other party… She observed Elizabeth's reaction while casually asking, "Should I always drink 50cc each time?"

—And also asking questions that seemed like common knowledge to the other party, which could be easily answered… a sense of superiority.

"Generally, your body is your most intuitive reference," Elizabeth said, playing with a strand of her hair. "We are very sensitive to blood. If this amount isn’t enough to satisfy you, your body will reflect that. You can try increasing it by 10cc at a time until you find a suitable amount."

Zhong Luoyue nodded and sighed, "Elizabeth, if it weren’t for you, I think I would have suffered a lot."

—Compliments and expressions of dependency made the other party feel needed.

"We're friends, after all," Elizabeth smiled slightly. "I’ll do my best to help you, don’t worry."

—Just like that, we’re friends.

Zhong Luoyue took a deep breath, not furrowing her brows, and drank the 50cc of blood from the test tube… Surprisingly, the moment the cold blood slid down her throat, she felt a fiery heat surge through her body.

—Just like that, I became a vampire.

…

…

The last zombie fell at the hands of the blind man, who sheathed his sword and stood amidst a pile of corpses, exuding a somewhat desolate aura.

This contemporary sword immortal, who was blind, might not see the blood around him, but others could. Song Haoran could see it clearly; this was the thing he longed for, but the blind man had said he wouldn’t take any disciples.

At this moment, Song Da delivered the only live zombie they had captured to the blind man, saying in a deep voice, "Blind man, take a look and see if this can be useful."

The blind man nodded and approached a huge, strange ‘tree,’ reaching out to touch its ‘trunk,’ seemingly feeling something.

The battle here had subsided, and on the other side, Luo Qiu slowly opened his eyes and woke up—he was first noticed by Gan Hong.

Once the zombies had been completely cleared, she had switched from a warrior back to a bodyguard, always keeping an eye on Luo Qiu's condition.

"What happened to me?" Luo Qiu rubbed his forehead and stood up with Gan Hong's support.

"You suddenly fainted again," Gan Hong briefly explained what had happened after he had 'fainted.' "Fortunately, we have successfully cleared all the zombies now."

Luo Qiu nodded. His face seemed a little pale, which made him look frightened—this was the reaction of a normal person.

However, Uncle Wu and Old Master Song both felt that, while they were startled, it was a common reaction. Overall, they remained very composed, as steady as Mount Tai. This was a sign of someone who maintains their calm in times of great crisis. Uncle Wu was unsure, but Old Master Song felt quite reassured.

Although Luo Qiu's talents had yet to be revealed, his character had already made Song Tianyou exceptionally pleased.

“Hahaha! Luo Qiu, was this story interesting?” At that moment, Song Haoran suddenly draped his arm over Luo Qiu's shoulder. “Next time, we can talk about fighting zombies in the hospital!”

Luo Qiu knew that many of Song Haoran's adventure stories were real because he truly had the ability to encounter such adventures.

“Sir, while the zombies have been cleared for now, we still don’t know if there are any people in the hospital turning into zombies…” Uncle Wu calmly said. “Moreover, Blind Mister has made some predictions about this strange tree, so the danger is not yet eliminated. We should evacuate here as soon as possible.”

“Old Wu is right,” Song Tianyou nodded.

But Song Ying suddenly said, “Grandpa, look! This tree seems to be withering!”

Song Ying pointed to where the sun was rising. Under the dawn, the strange tree that had grown by absorbing zombie flesh and blood began to shrink gradually.

It was still not determined how many people had died in this sudden zombie disaster, but...

Luo Qiu softly said, “It’s dawn.”

...

Just as Luo Qiu and Zhong Luoyue had discussed, there are some matters that “they” are entirely capable of handling, and they will handle them well.

“They” refers to the Song family and the local government, which has a good relationship with the Song family.

It was said that this incident had stirred officials of all ranks in the local government, even reaching the military district's director. As a direct participant in this disaster, Old Master Song was currently having confidential discussions with government and military personnel.

The hospital's survivors had been controlled, but whether the information had been completely sealed could only be determined in the next several hours, depending on whether there were any discussions from the outside.

The work of dealing with the hospital staff who had transformed into zombies, as well as the bodies and news of death from the remaining patients' families, was enormous.

As the strange, gigantic plant that had mutated began to wither at the moment the sun rose, it slowly turned to dust... But the government and military did not dare to easily touch these remains. Instead, they set up a temporary plastic shelter in the hospital parking lot to guard it and preserve it for the time being.

For safety reasons, no one in the hospital could leave. Although Old Master Song wanted the younger generation of the Song family to leave as soon as possible, the threat of zombies was too great. No one knew why it had suddenly erupted, so under the firm stance of the government and military, the group could only undergo various checks in the hospital.

Of course, due to the large number of medical staff who had died, the ones conducting the checks at this time were military medical teams dispatched by the military.

Luo Qiu was still in his original luxurious ward, while Gan Hong sat beside the bed, peeling an apple with a small knife. She had already changed into a patient gown.

Being attentive, after peeling the apple, she cut it into small pieces, removing the core and spreading the flesh out like a lotus flower.

“I’m so mad!”

But at that moment, Song Ying burst through the door, cursing loudly, “I can handle blood tests and urine tests, but they’re even asking for stool samples!! Why don’t they go do it themselves!!”

Looking genuinely angry, Miss Song Ying plopped down and grabbed a piece of apple from the plate to stuff into her mouth.

After taking a couple of bites, she noticed Gan Hong and Luo Qiu looking at her simultaneously and shot them both a glare. “What? Did I eat yours? I’ll give it back!”

A half-eaten piece of apple was suddenly thrust in front of Luo Qiu.

“Eat more, I’m not hungry,” Luo Qiu said nonchalantly. “Besides, apples should be somewhat beneficial.”

Song Ying paused, chewed a few times, then suddenly covered her mouth and spat it out. “Is there anyone as annoying as you?!”

“Isn’t eating apples good?” Luo Qiu suddenly looked at Gan Hong and said calmly, “I think it’s quite healthy.”

Gan Hong could only nod... She realized that this Young Master Luo Qiu was practically Miss Ying’s natural nemesis.

However, it felt like Young Master Luo Qiu had made a harmless joke this time... It seemed a bit different, as if he were in a very good mood.

But Song Ying was having none of it. She pointed her finger, glaring, “Luo Qiu, don’t think that just because Grandpa dotes on you, you can take advantage of it! No matter what, I’m older than you!”

“Really beautiful,” Luo Qiu suddenly smiled.

Song Ying was taken aback, frowning. “What did you say?”

Luo Qiu said softly, “Do you remember when I accompanied you to the Song Dynasty Hotel last time? You worked all night, and there wasn’t a single expression on your face, you were as cold as a machine... But you look much prettier now, really beautiful.”

“Don’t think that just because you compliment me a couple of times, it’ll make everything go away!”

Luo Qiu picked up the fruit plate and offered it to Song Ying. “You’ve been busy all night, eat something; it’s good for your health.”

How infuriating!!!

But she couldn’t find a reason to argue!!!

But it was really infuriating!!!

Song Ying glared at him again, then snatched the fruit plate away and started eating in silence, but she was thinking about something that had happened before coming back.

...

Due to the chaos, many parts of the hospital had been damaged, and Song Ying recalled secretly buying a bit of blood sample from a nurse last night.

God knows when the next chance to draw blood will be? It would be best to retrieve that sample... Now that the hospital was a mix of people, who knows whether this matter would leak out?

If Old Master Song found out, she knew she would definitely be in trouble... The old man despised this kind of distrust among family.

But what Song Ying never expected was that when she went to find it, she was told the test results had already come out, leaving her completely dumbfounded.

She only heard the responsible physician for the tests, with a face that looked like someone who wanted to get beaten, smiling as he walked around, saying, “Oh, how lucky! Last night, I was hiding in the lab. Miss Song, you know, lab work is very dull, so I like to listen to music and close the door. I didn’t expect to escape a disaster this way... By the way, Miss Song, the test results you wanted, I finished overnight!”

Song Ying ungraciously took the report and began to examine it closely.

The testing physician then said, “Miss Song, based on the two blood samples you sent, my comparison results indicate that the owners of these two samples should be related, but not direct relatives.”

The other sample was her own.

Holding this report, Song Ying felt a bit lost and didn’t know how she managed to walk out, unconsciously running to Luo Qiu’s ward.

...

“Eating too much is not good, especially on an empty stomach and eating raw things; it can cause diarrhea.”

Luo Qiu’s voice suddenly came, and Song Ying was taken aback, instinctively looking at the fruit plate in her hand... She had unknowingly finished all the apples that Gan Hong had peeled.

Song Ying stared at Luo Qiu’s face, looking closely for a few moments... Still infuriating!!!