Chapter 58: Solving the Food Crisis
Chapter 58: Solving the Food Crisis
To maintain cleanliness on the fifth floor, Anran drags the zombies, one by one, to the window and throws them out. She wants to create a better living environment for Doll.
When she is satisfied, Anran focuses on growing avocados. The other flowers and plants thrive on their own in their pots, so she ignores them. Her main goal is to concentrate her supernatural power on producing avocados.
After all, no matter how much food there is on the fourth floor, it will eventually run out. With Doll being so small, Anran keeps pondering how to survive in the outside world with such a young child. From the view outside the window, it seems everyone in the hospital vicinity has turned into zombies.
These past days, her mind is in turmoil—confused, anxious, and desperate. But for Doll’s sake, she can’t give up hope.
So, Anran works hard to address the food crisis. If she can resolve the issue of food, she believes she and Doll can live in the hospital for several years without a problem.
Yet, she finds something strange: the energy in the veins on her hand is more than sufficient to stimulate the growth of flowers than fruits. A single use of her energy can make flowers bloom, but it is much harder to make the avocado tree produce large fruit.
Is it because fruit trees are more challenging to stimulate? Anran has tried stimulating the avocado tree three or four times in the past two days, but each time it barely grows—maybe a centimeter. It is still far from bearing fruit.
Feeling a bit dejected, Anran sits among the blooming flowers, staring at the avocado seedling that is less than half a meter tall. Next to her is the baby carrier, and at that moment, Doll is waking up, sucking on a pacifier, and opening big eyes, gazing around.
Suddenly, she hears footsteps outside the office door. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she looks up to see Hu Zhen standing outside, holding He Wen and looking a bit embarrassed.
Anran curiously asks, “What’s up? Is something wrong?”
“Chen Jiao thinks He Wen is too noisy and asked me to take him out for a stroll.”
Hu Zhen is shaking He Wen in her arms. He Wen has been crying downstairs because he is uncomfortable after wetting himself, and Chen Jiao has grown impatient, asking Hu Zhen to take He Wen outside.
In truth, He Wen is easy to soothe. Once he is fed and full, he falls asleep if carried around. Since Hu Zhen is already upstairs, she decides to chat with Anran. There are only a few living people left on these two floors, and with no topics to discuss with Chen Jiao, Hu Zhen feels restless and naturally seeks out Anran.
“What kind of person is Chen Jiao?” Anran stands up with a huff, stepping over a large cluster of photos to approach Hu Zhen. She glances at little He Wen, whose complexion is rosy and lips pink colored, which makes her breathe a sigh of relief. “It really is better for him to have breast milk. This child has been with me for so many days and has suffered. I genuinely worry about him getting an upset stomach from drinking milk mixed with saline.”
“You can’t say that,” Hu Zhen replies. “If it weren’t for you, he might have starved somewhere. It’s a blessing that He Wen can still drink milk.”