Chapter 694 - 565: Not the Worst Yet

The woman tied to the bed with ropes, with one leg missing, suddenly opened her eyes from sleep!

If it was like slowly waking up and opening sleepy eyes, it wouldn’t be noticeable, but suddenly opening them wide, with the round eyes fitting the eerie atmosphere, becomes quite terrifying, especially when the eyeballs remain still, staring straight at the ceiling, with tree-branch-like blood vessels surrounding the whites of the eyes, very suffocating!

Zhang Su’s insight is incredibly keen, and perhaps he didn’t expect such a scene to unfold, so he failed to catch the movement of Qiu Hui’s eyelids, the tranquility of sleep a second before, and zero point zero one seconds later, they were open, he grabbed Duan Wuhu and quickly stepped back two steps, creating a relatively safe distance.

The scene quieted, and the air froze.

Zhang Su grabbed Duan Wuhu’s arm, feeling the slight trembling, clearly afraid, although he wasn’t much scared, as his hearing was excellent, he could clearly hear Qiu Hui’s heartbeats thumping strongly.

Since there is a heartbeat, then it certainly isn’t a zombie, but possibly something even more outrageous, so caution is still required.

"Zhang, Brother Zhang, is this... resurrection, or zombie transformation?"

Duan Wuhu stuttered from nervousness.

"Hey! It moved, it moved!"

Without waiting for Zhang Su to respond, Duan Wuhu saw Qiu Hui slowly turn her head, and her eyes followed, the cold gaze sharper than the air outside, piercing his nerves.

If possible, he really wanted to leave this place, zombies were vicious, but straightforward; now what is this, psychological devastation?

"Brother Zhang."

Suddenly, Qiu Hui spoke, with a hoarse voice, her gaze turned from cold to lifeless, her skin twitching, dry lips bleeding, staining her teeth red, she spoke painfully yet calmly: "Am I, going to die?"

"I see you have quite the strength to live, any special feelings?"

The heavier the atmosphere, the more Zhang Su preferred to use a relaxed tone to relieve it.

The effect proved effective, Qiu Hui’s sorrowful expression halted for a moment, and the lifelessness in her eyes gradually faded, she opened her mouth slowly.

"I’m struggling, I can’t feel cold, nor heat, just feeling numb all over, the world I see has turned black and white, my head hurts terribly, too painful to move, as if being pricked by thousands of needles."

Numbness isn’t as common as pain or itch, often just caused by pressure leading to hands and feet feeling numb, not particularly uncomfortable, but if it reaches a certain degree and spreads throughout the body, it’s quite painful!

"Sounds really uncomfortable, you are brave to endure it!"

The strange symptoms, Zhang Su couldn’t explain, could only offer some comfort, then directly addressed the topic: "Do you know your current condition? According to Dr. Fu’s observations, you fluctuate between normal and... well, losing consciousness with no memory during that period?"

"No, I do have."

Qiu Hui tilted her head blankly, stared dazily at Zhang Su, and gave a different answer.

Zhang Su froze, puzzled: "Have you withheld information before?"

Qiu Hui nodded slightly, her eyes flickering with sorrow.

"Sister, that’s not right," Duan Wuhu seeing she seemed human now, no longer tense, advised: "By not informing us of the real situation, it’s hard for us to help you."

Qiu Hui didn’t speak, just shook her head.

Zhang Su saw she had unspeakable concerns, not suitable for deep probing now, so said: "Can you tell us about the situation when you lose consciousness now?"

"I can tell you," Qiu Hui’s mouth moved like a puppet: "When my head hurts beyond endurance, I lose control of my body, during those times... all feelings are normal, it hurts, it’s cold, my organs twitch. I know not what force controls my body, nor what it wants to do."

"How do you eventually get out of that state?"

Zhang Su asked.

If it’s possible to escape the frenzied state autonomously, that’s not too bad.

Qiu Hui didn’t speak, just shifted her gaze to Duan Wuhu’s face.

Duan Wuhu, seeing Qiu Hui looking at him, understood her meaning, said helplessly: "Injected a dose of sedative, then calmed down, already injected three times, yet showing no resistance to the drug, dosage not increased."

Zhang Su rubbed his temples: "Perhaps the initial dosage was already large enough, so even with developed resistance, it can still control..."

Under such rough conditions, improper dosage control is quite normal, like how one sleeping pill is enough to sleep, but each time taking just less than lethal dosage, despite developed resistance, still distant from the dose itself.

"That... maybe."

Duan Wuhu awkwardly spread his hands, squeezed an apologetic smile at Qiu Hui, starting to understand why she hid her condition from Fu Weijun.

Throughout the treatment process, Qiu Hui wasn’t treated as a patient, more like an experimental subject, no one respected her thoughts, no one cared about her feelings.

"Brother Zhang, I heard of an injection for death sentence, does the camp have the conditions for this? Better arrange it for me, I don’t want to live anymore."

Qiu Hui desperately beseeched Zhang Su for death.

"Not time for such pessimism!" Zhang Su waved his hand, his voice low: "You mentioned losing control after your headache reached its peak, if injections of small dose analgesics suppress the headache, wouldn’t the problem be solved?"

Qiu Hui gave a bitter smile: "No hassle, Brother Zhang, I know you’re doing your best, but I feel like a zombie now, many feelings have disappeared, no hope being alive, better to die, save resources."

Upon hearing Qiu Hui’s words, Zhang Su suddenly frowned, not because of her pessimism, but noticing other contents.

"Qiu Hui, I ask you, besides headache, numbness, and touch dullness, anything different from before. Mention any discrepancies."

Seeing Zhang Su suddenly serious, Duan Wuhu was a bit surprised.

Qiu Hui, however, didn’t think much, she felt Zhang Su was a nice person, even now not giving up on her, endured the headache and said: "Besides those symptoms, my sense of smell seems heightened, I can smell things previously unnoticed, though my mouth has no taste..."

Enhanced smell, loss of taste, a very discordant conflict.

"Then... I feel energetic throughout my body, just my headache is severe, I..."

As she spoke, Qiu Hui’s headache seemed intensify, her fists clenched outside the rope loops, stretching the ropes with creaking noises.