Li Ming's thank-you this time carried a touch of sincerity.
"Li Ming, has the outside fallen?" an elderly woman asked, supported by her grandson, worry etched on a face that was otherwise healthy-looking.
Li Ming stood up and shook his head, "Who the heck said that? It's not true."
"So many injured people returned today... My son," the old woman started fearfully, "He's the only child I have. If he's injured..."
"Don't worry, as long as they haven't turned into zombies, the epidemic prevention zone will take in everyone," Li Ming said, glancing at the sun overhead, "It's almost noon; better head back and have lunch."
After briefly greeting Su Mo and the others, he pushed his wife's wheelchair back into their house, the closed door cutting off all outside views.
The old woman sighed and was about to leave when Li Qian stopped her with a question, "Has the epidemic prevention zone been attacked by zombies before?"
