Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Jiang Sicheng's cold and sharp gaze swept over Meng Anran inch by inch, lingering repeatedly.

They were assessing her injuries, her condition, and the credibility of her words.

He was weighing the options, trying to discern the truth behind this sudden cry for help, and what risks and intentions it concealed.

In the apocalypse, the line between feigning weakness and being true to oneself is often very thin, and it can also be the most ingenious trap.

The air solidified, carrying an invisible pressure.

Meng Anran felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. Her already pale face turned even paler with fear, and she involuntarily shrank back.

Chen Su could sense Jiang Sicheng's caution and understood that any gullibility at this moment could bring danger.

But she could also clearly sense the pure fear, weakness, and undeniable healing energy within Meng Anran's energy fluctuations.

She took a deep breath, released her grip on Jiang Sicheng's wrist, and tentatively took a small step toward Meng Anran.

However, as soon as she took a step, her wrist was once again firmly grasped by a warm and strong hand.

"Chen Su".

It was Jiang Sicheng.

He grabbed her wrist, which she had just pulled back, with a strong grip that she couldn't break free from.

He frowned, his eyes filled with undisguised worry and disapproval as he looked at Chen Su.

He wasn't sure if this suddenly appearing stranger was truly harmless, or if there were other traps or hidden agendas. He couldn't let Chen Su take such a risk so easily.

Chen Su met his worried eyes and felt a slight warmth in her heart, knowing that he was concerned about her safety.

She turned her head and gently shook it at him, her eyes conveying a sense of reassurance and determination.

The force loosened slightly.

Then, she slowly freed her wrist from his tightly clenched hand.

Jiang Sicheng's fingertips twitched slightly. He pursed his lips, his jawline tightened, and his gaze followed Chen Su's back intently.

The energy field surrounding her also subtly adjusted as she approached, becoming more restrained and bringing Chen Su's location into a kind of invisible protective zone.

Chen Su turned around and looked at Meng Anran, who was sitting on the ground like a frightened bird. She softened her voice and expression, slowly walked to her, squatted down, and extended her hand: "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you... Come on, get up first, and talk slowly."

As a young woman herself, Chen Su's voice and demeanor were clearly more soothing than the other three cold and hard men.

Meng Anran's unfocused and frightened gaze focused on Chen Su's face. She saw genuine concern in Chen Su's clear eyes, and her tense body relaxed slightly.

She trembled as she extended her intact right hand, allowing Chen Su to help her up from the cold ground and sit on a relatively clean stool nearby.

Chen Su helped her sit up, then half-squatted in front of her, keeping eye level, and looked at her with encouraging eyes.

Meng Anran took a few breaths, calmed down a bit, and seemed to regain some strength. She began to slowly explain, "My name is Meng Anran... I escaped from the community center... Boss Zhao and his men... fought with Sister Xia's men, and many people died... They, they want to take me back... My shoulder... hurts so much..."

As she spoke, she instinctively reached for her injured left shoulder, touching the untreated wound. The pain made her shudder again, and tears welled up in her eyes once more.

Chen Su listened patiently without interrupting, only nodding occasionally to show that she was listening.

While observing Meng Anran's emotions and narration, she secretly glanced in Jiang Sicheng's direction out of the corner of her eye.

Jiang Sicheng stood still, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his gaze calmly fixed on this side.

When Chen Su looked over, their eyes met for a fleeting moment in the air.

Chen Su blinked at him quickly.

Jiang Sicheng received her gaze, and a very faint ripple passed through his unfathomable eyes.

He nodded slightly, tacitly approving of her current approach.

Then, he turned his gaze to He Yunfan beside him, raised his hand, and waved it very slightly.

He Yunfan immediately understood.

He adjusted his glasses, picked up his medical kit, and walked over to Meng Anran.

He did not immediately use his healing abilities, but instead squatted down and checked Meng Anran's pupils, pulse rate and strength, making a preliminary assessment of her risk of blood loss and shock.

Then, his gaze fell on the laceration on Meng Anran's left shoulder, the edge of which was bluish-black.

Seeing the obvious signs of contamination and abnormal discoloration around the wound, He Yunfan narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses.

He didn't use his supernatural abilities. Instead, he took out sterilization equipment, hemostatic forceps, and a sharp scalpel. He looked up at Jiang Sicheng and Chen Su, and calmly analyzed the situation:

"The wound is extremely contaminated, with unknown energy or toxins remaining, which have already invaded the muscle layer... Directly using healing abilities may not be effective, and may even solidify the contamination within the new tissue. Surgical debridement is necessary to completely remove the necrotic and contaminated tissue."

"The process will be extremely painful. She may struggle violently due to the intense pain or even go into shock, and someone will need to help restrain her."

His meaning was clear: debridement was necessary, but someone needed to help hold the injured person down.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze immediately fell on Chen Su.

She and Meng Anran are the only two women here, so it is most appropriate for her to assist in calming and soothing them.

He and Song Yi needed to remain highly vigilant, guarding against pursuers who might follow Meng Anran, or other unforeseen circumstances.

Chen Su understood Jiang Sicheng's meaning and nodded to him.

She turned to Meng Anran, who was leaning against her and trembling slightly, and said in a gentle and clear tone, "Meng Anran, listen to me. We really want to help you. This is our Dr. He. He is very skilled. He is going to treat the wound on your shoulder so that you can be completely healed."

"However, the process will be a little painful, so you'll need to bear with it. Don't move around too much, or it might be dangerous. Okay?"

Meng Anran's unfocused gaze strained to focus on Chen Su's face, as if drawing strength from her calm gaze and clear explanation.

She glanced at He Yunfan beside her, who had a cold and professional expression and was holding equipment, and finally nodded very faintly.

Without further hesitation, Chen Su reached out and firmly pressed down on Meng Anran's intact right shoulder and upper arm, while using his body as a support to make her more stable.

She looked up at He Yunfan, her eyes firm, indicating that they could begin.

Seeing this, He Yunfan no longer hesitated.

A soft, pure white light instantly shone in his hand, but this light did not directly cover the wound. Instead, it seemed to have a life of its own, condensing and compressing... eventually enveloping the tips of the scalpel and tweezers in his hand, giving the instruments a layer of light.

He is quick, accurate, and steady.

The light blade sliced ​​through the wound, precisely cutting into the blackened, necrotic, and strangely colored flesh and tissue at the edge of the wound, separating it from the surrounding tissue.

Tweezers followed closely, grasping the cut-off contaminated part and removing it cleanly and efficiently.

Dark reddish-brown blood and a small amount of viscous, dark liquid were then carried out and dripped onto the ground.

"Ugh—!"

A sharp pain instantly swept through Meng Anran's entire nervous system.

Her body arched upwards suddenly, letting out a scream. Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, and cold sweat instantly covered her cheeks and neck. Her whole body convulsed and struggled violently due to the unbearable pain.

Chen Su was prepared. He used all his strength and skill to hold Meng Anran firmly in place and prevent her from jumping up.

She could clearly feel every inch of the girl's body trembling, every muscle tensing, and the excruciating pain seemed to be transmitted through their skin, making her heart clench.

But she couldn't let go; she could only hold Meng Anran even tighter, while loudly encouraging her in her ear, trying to bring her back to some senses with her voice, "It'll be over soon. Think about how you can survive. Hang in there, hang in there..."

He Yunfan seemed oblivious to this, his face showing no change in expression, only his eyes behind his glasses were extremely focused.

The white light swirling around the knife tip not only provided excellent illumination, but also seemed to block some of the pain nerves around the wound to a certain extent, and continuously purified it, subtly inhibiting the further spread and activity of polluting energy deep within the wound.

The cleaning process lasted for several minutes.

He Yunfan only stopped when the last bit of obviously discolored necrotic tissue was completely removed, revealing the normal-colored bright red flesh underneath.

He quickly rinsed the inside of the wound repeatedly with plenty of disinfectant to wash away the remaining blood and debris.

Then, a brighter, softer milky-white light shone back into his palm.

This time, the light, like warm spring water, slowly covered and moistened about an inch above the already cleaned wound on Meng Anran's shoulder.

Under the gentle yet powerful healing white light, the wound quickly stopped bleeding, and the rolled-up flesh was gently smoothed and aligned by an invisible force. The wound was growing, intertwining, and healing at a visible speed.

The bluish-black stains gradually faded under the continuous purification of the white light, eventually disappearing completely.

When He Yunfan finally withdrew his hand, the gruesome wound on Meng Anran's left shoulder had turned into a long, pink scar.

Although it did not disappear completely instantly, anyone could see that the most dangerous infection and contamination had been cleared, and what remained were just skin and flesh wounds that needed time to heal.

Meng Anran looked as if she had just been pulled out of the water, her whole body soaked in cold sweat. She leaned weakly against Chen Su's chest, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Although her face was still pale, her eyes were clearer and more focused than before, filled with immense relief at surviving the ordeal and sincere gratitude.

She turned her eyes to He Yunfan, who was packing up the equipment, and said in a hoarse, weak voice, "Thank you... thank you, doctor... really... thank you for saving me..."

She looked at Chen Su, who was still supporting her, her eyes glistening with tears: "Thank you... thank you all. Without you, I might already be..."

He Yunfan nodded slightly and wiped the equipment with a clean cloth, his movements meticulous.

Chen Su shook his head and gave her a reassuring smile: "It's alright, the wound has been treated, you'll get better slowly."

After Meng Anran caught her breath, Chen Su tentatively asked, "You said before that Boss Zhao and his gang wanted to capture you because of your healing abilities?"

Upon hearing the name "Boss Zhao," Meng Anran's body visibly trembled again, and her eyes were once again filled with deep fear.

She nodded, her voice trembling with fear and tears: "Yes... Zhao Hongbin wanted to monopolize my abilities, forcing me to treat only him and his henchmen, forbidding me from helping other ordinary survivors... That wasn't enough, he also wanted to draw my blood, saying he wanted to do some kind of catalyst experiment..."

"I refused, so they beat me, locked me up, and only gave me a little food each day to force me to comply... Today, for some reason, they and Sister Xia's people suddenly started beating me very fiercely, and most of the people guarding me were transferred away, so I... so I found a chance to break the chains and desperately run away..."

Experiments with blood? Catalysts?

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat.

"How effective are your healing abilities? Besides accelerating the healing of external injuries, what effects do they have on internal injuries, diseases, or... special energy pollution?" He Yunfan's voice interrupted.

Meng Anran seemed to have an instinctive trust and reliance on He Yunfan's identity as a doctor, so she relaxed a little and answered honestly: "External injuries, as long as they are not limb amputations or fatal injuries, heal quite quickly, and the pain relief effect is also very good. For internal bleeding, or less severe internal injuries, such as bruises, it can also alleviate a lot and speed up recovery. I can also help reduce fever and inflammation in ordinary cases of fever and wound infection."

"But... every treatment is exhausting, especially for serious injuries. After each treatment, I feel completely drained and need a long rest to recover. They... value that, they think I'm very useful, that's why..."

"Besides directly administering treatment, have you ever learned about or researched the zombie virus, or rather, this special pathogen that causes zombie mutations? Are your abilities effective against it?" He Yunfan continued to probe deeper.

Meng Anran shook her head blankly, her eyes filled with confusion: "No, I don't understand... I can only feel that sometimes there is a kind of... cold and chaotic energy that makes people very uncomfortable, in wounds or sick places."

"My ability can dispel or neutralize some of that harmful energy, strengthening the body's own regenerative abilities. But if someone has completely turned into a zombie... it's completely useless. That cold, chaotic energy is too strong; I wouldn't even dare touch it..."

"And one last question..." He Yunfan's tone was calm, "Zhao Hongbin, why is he so insistent on using your blood for experiments? What specific purpose does he want to achieve with your blood? Besides the vague mention of a catalyst, has he given any more specific details... such as how to use the blood, on whom to use it, and what results he expects?"

Meng Anran trembled again at the question. She cautiously raised her head and scanned the faces of the four people surrounding her.

She seemed to be weighing things quickly in her mind, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she lowered her voice even further, and slowly said with endless fear and lingering dread:

"He... mentioned once unintentionally... that my blood... is very special, containing a very gentle and pure energy. This energy... seems to be able to... soothe, or rather, guide the intense conflict and violent energy within the body caused by the zombie virus infection... and there is also a considerable possibility that it can help the infected person... develop... superpowers in the fight against the virus."

She paused, took a breath, and continued, "He...he wants to extract my blood, refine this energy, and make something like a vaccine or enhancer. He'll give it to his chosen subordinates, so they can...safely acquire superpowers, or make their existing superpowers stronger, without having to go through a life-or-death struggle...He said that this way he can create an army...completely composed of powerful superpowered individuals, loyal to him..."

Her words were like a boulder thrown into a silent, deep pool, stirring up a tidal wave in everyone's heart.

Song Yi was the first to lose control, gasping sharply, his eyes widening, his mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out, his face filled with shock...

Almost uncontrollably, his gaze swept quickly and subtly toward Chen Su, then recoiled as if burned, his expression complex and indescribable.

He Yunfan's fingers, which were wiping the medical instruments, tightened almost imperceptibly. His gaze behind his glasses suddenly sharpened, and he involuntarily glanced at Chen Su.

Then, their eyes met briefly in the air, and they both saw deep worry and understanding in each other's eyes.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze fell heavily on Chen Su.

Chen Su's mind went completely blank the moment Meng Anran finished speaking.

She turned her head sharply to look at Jiang Sicheng, her eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a deep-seated panic that she herself was unaware of.

Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze was deep, churning with complex emotions—a mixture of understanding and solemnity…

But more than anything, it is a calmness, a steadfastness with a calming power.

He gently shook his head at Chen Su, his eyes seeming to say something.

Don't be afraid, it's okay.

He had vaguely suspected this possibility from the very beginning.

From noticing the special nature of Chen Su's blood, to realizing that his own blood could assist Song Yi and He Yunfan's awakening, and then to the crucial role Chen Su's blood played in his most chaotic and restless moments...

All these clues subtly point in one direction.

Special blood may contain certain factors or energy that catalyze the awakening of supernatural abilities.

That's why he strictly ordered Song Yi and He Yunfan to keep it a secret, and even didn't want Chen Su herself to realize this too early or too clearly.

Possessing a treasure is a crime.

In a post-apocalyptic world where order has collapsed and power reigns supreme, once this special characteristic is exposed, it will bring not only attention, but also endless covetousness, imprisonment, research, or even a more tragic fate.

He wanted to protect her behind him and use the strength of the entire team to cover up this secret for as long as possible.

Unexpectedly, in another place, within another force, the same uniqueness had already been discovered and verified in a more brutal and straightforward way.

Zhao Laoda's insane act of using Meng Anran's blood for experiments in an attempt to induce superpowers and create vaccines undoubtedly confirmed Jiang Sicheng's worst suspicions...