I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"Of course, of course," Lao Zhao waved his hand and took out a few hot water bottles from his pocket. "Here, freshly filled with hot water, hold them to keep warm at night. If you need anything, come find me. I'll be on duty at the door."

Seeing the family of three finally settled down, Lao Zhao nodded with satisfaction. When he turned around, he saw Lin Yue still standing in the corridor.

"Don't worry, Miss Lin," Lao Zhao whispered, "I will take good care of them. The leader and you both value this little girl so much, she must be special."

Lin Yue smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Lao Zhao."

As the night deepened, the factory gradually became quiet.

In this partition room, Xiaoyu's family can finally rest in peace.

Xiaoyu held the hot water bottle, listened to her parents' even breathing, and felt the long-lost warmth.

"When I learn to control my supernatural powers," she vowed in her heart, "I will definitely repay the leader's kindness..."

On a cold morning, Xiaoyu's father stood outside the factory director's office, holding a job application form in his hand.

"Director Zhang, please assign me a job..." His voice trembled, "I can do any job..."

Factory Director Wang Fugui raised his eyes and looked at the thin man coldly: "Look at your body, what kind of work can you do? A porter needs strength, a technician needs a certificate, and a guard needs skills..."

“I can learn…”

"Learn?" Assistant Director Li Ming sneered, "There are more than 30,000 people in the refugee camp now, and everyone wants to learn. Why is your family special?"

"Besides," Wang Fugui said slowly, "you haven't paid the Doomsday Coins yet. According to regulations, new refugees must pay a deposit..."

Xiaoyu's father turned pale: "We...we didn't bring anything out..."

"That's nothing we can do." Wang Fugui waved his hand. "Without work, there are no work points. Without work points, there are no food rations. Rules are rules."

When Xiaoyu returned to her residence, she saw her father's distraught look and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

The mother silently took out a few pieces of jewelry hidden in her clothes. They were the last belongings she kept when she fled.

"I'll go find Assistant Li..." the mother said softly.

At dawn the refugee camp was shrouded in a gray fog.

The makeshift tents rustled in the morning breeze, emitting the smell of mold and sweat. The long queue for food had already stretched for several hundred meters, and people's faces were numb and tired.

Li Ming sat in the tent, his brand new uniform in stark contrast to the shabby surroundings.

There was a bottle of mineral water and a few packets of snacks on his desk.

Seeing Xiaoyu's family approaching, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Why are you guys here again?" He said with contempt, without even looking up, "Didn't we just receive it yesterday?"

Xiaoyu's father was wearing clothes full of patches and had a look of astonishment on his face.

The mother stood by, her eyes still red and swollen, her fingers unconsciously stroking her empty wrists.

"But...we didn't receive anything?" My father's voice was trembling. Looking at the gazes from the people around him, a blush of shame appeared on his face.

Li Ming sneered, pulled out a crumpled registration book from the drawer, and slammed it on the table: "Open your eyes and look carefully, don't you have your signatures on it?"

My father pointed at the crooked signature with a trembling finger and opened his mouth but no words came out.

His mother gently tugged at his sleeve, a complicated light flashing in her eyes.

The refugees around were whispering.

Some people clenched their fists in anger, some shook their heads and sighed helplessly, and more people just lowered their heads and pretended not to see it.

Everyone knows the truth, but no one dares to speak it out.

"Let's go." The mother said softly, pulling her husband away. There was a flash of coldness in her eyes, and she curled her lips into a sneer while making sure Li Ming couldn't see.

Chapter 753: Medical Shortage

"Wait," she whispered to her husband, "let him be proud for a while. When the storm has died down, we will hand over the evidence to the higher-ups."

.....

The corridor outside the infirmary was cold and damp, with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

The mother was kneeling on the ground, holding the pale Xiaoyu in her arms. The girl's forehead was hot and her lips were cracked.

"Please..." The mother's voice choked with sobs, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Save my daughter..."

The nurse stood behind the counter, her eyes coldly sweeping over the mother and daughter's shabby clothes: "You can't see a doctor without a work point card. This is the rule."

There were bursts of coughing sounds coming from the infirmary.

Various notices were posted on the wall: "Medicines are in short supply, please bring your own", "No treatment without a work points card".

"What's going on?" A deep voice suddenly sounded.

Old Zhao strode over, wearing a slightly worn but neat uniform, with concern on his face.

Seeing Xiaoyu's seriously ill appearance, a trace of anger flashed in Lao Zhao's eyes.

He rushed into the office without saying a word, slamming the door. "Wang Fugui! Miss Lin specifically asked you to take care of someone, and you treat him like this?"

Wang Fugui is counting the medicines.

When he heard the words "Ms. Lin", his movements suddenly stopped and his face turned pale instantly.

Miss Lin is Chief Zhang Chen's personal maid, and she is a person that everyone in the camp is terrified of.

"A family of superpowers that the leader personally takes care of!" Old Zhao slammed the table, causing the medicine bottles to jingle. "Do you want the leader to come and question you personally?"

Wang Fugui broke out in sweat. He glanced at his daughter's admission letter to the Academy of Supernatural Powers on the wall. That was an opportunity he had earned with all his efforts. "I don't know about this..."

Li Ming outside the door was also frightened and his face turned pale: "If I had known that they were people that the leader was looking after..."

"Shut up!" Wang Fugui glared at him fiercely, "Be more careful in the future! I'm still hoping to save enough money for tuition!"

The tent was dimly lit, with a weak kerosene lamp flickering in the corner, casting swaying shadows.

The tattered canvas rustled slightly in the cold wind, and a trace of cold air leaked in through the gaps.

The moonlight sprinkled like water, drawing mottled spots of light on the ground.

Xiaoyu lay quietly on the bed, her cheeks still flushed with a sickly color, but her forehead was no longer so hot.

The sweat-soaked hair stuck to her cheeks, rising and falling slightly with her steady breathing.

The mother gently wiped her daughter's face with a clean, wet towel, being careful with every move for fear of waking the sleeping child.

"Fortunately, Lao Zhao helped..." The mother held Xiaoyu's hand, her voice as soft as a sigh. There were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. After the shock of the day, she looked exhausted.

The father sat by the bed and gently put his arm around his wife's shoulders.

His rough palms were covered with calluses, but he stroked his wife's back tenderly. "Yes," he said with deep gratitude in his voice, "but the one we should thank the most is the leader... I didn't expect that he has been secretly watching over us."

As he said this, my father's eyes turned to the top of the tent, as if he wanted to see through the cloth and look at the mysterious leader of the camp.

The moonlight shone through the gaps onto them, casting a soft silver glow on this long-suffering family.

The footsteps of patrolmen could be heard outside the tent, and occasionally a few dogs barking could be heard in the distance.

The cold wind howled, but it could not blow away the fire of hope that was rekindled in the hearts of this broken family.

The parents smiled at each other, tears in their eyes.

At this moment, they felt the long-lost sense of security.

a few days later.

As the dusk deepened, the pine forest on the back mountain was covered with a vast expanse of white snow.

The cold wind whistled through the treetops, making a mournful "woooo" sound, and swept up countless snowflakes that flew in the air.

The snow was already above my ankles, and every step I took required a lot of effort.

Xiaoyu and her father looked particularly lonely in the woods.

Their clothes were very thin and rustled in the wind.

Hunger made their steps weak, but the instinct for survival drove them to move forward.

"Dad, there are so many trees here." Xiaoyu's voice was trembling because of the cold. She rubbed her little hands that were already frozen red and looked up at the tall pine trees.

Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes and quickly melted into water droplets.

"Well," the father's face was frozen purple, and the white breath he exhaled condensed into frost in the air when he spoke, "I heard that this forest used to produce pine nuts, but now it's not the right season..." A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and his empty stomach made a sound of protest.

Just then, Xiaoyu suddenly stopped.

She closed her eyes and pressed her cool palms against the rough bark of a pine tree.

The father looked at his daughter's actions in surprise, only to see that her expression became unusually focused.

The sound of snowflakes falling seemed to become distant, and the air around seemed to solidify.

Xiaoyu could feel the faint vibration coming from under her palm, which was the life pulse of the tree.

In her perception, these vibrations gradually turned into a strange language, as if the earth was telling her something.

The father held his breath and watched a faint green light gradually appear on his daughter's palm.

The light was so faint, but it was particularly eye-catching in this snow-white forest.

He knew that his daughter's mysterious supernatural power was awakening.

The pine forest was silent in the twilight, with only the whistling cold wind blowing through the treetops. Xiaoyu stood in front of the pine tree, her face pale from hunger and cold, but her eyes were unusually firm.

"Let me try..." She whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the sound of the wind. Xiaoyu placed her hands on the rough tree trunk, closed her eyes, and concentrated on feeling the faint fluctuation of supernatural power in her body.

"Little tree, please..." She prayed softly in her heart, "Can you help us? I know it's not your fruit-bearing season, but we are really hungry..."

The cold wind is still howling and the snowflakes are still falling.

The father was so distressed when he saw his daughter's concentration that he could hardly speak. His precious daughter had to bear so much at such a young age...

Just as he was about to persuade his daughter to give up, a strange sound was heard.

"Click...click..."

The sound was very light at first, like the sound of ice and snow melting.

But soon, the sound became clear.

My father was surprised to find that the branches of the pine tree began to sway gently, and tender green buds emerged on the branches, growing and maturing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few minutes, the originally bare branches were filled with plump pine cones.

Not only this tree, but the surrounding pine trees seemed to be infected as well, sprouting new buds and bearing fruits.

The whole forest is filled with a vibrant atmosphere, as if spring has arrived early in this cold winter day.

"Dad, look!" Xiaoyu turned around excitedly, but suddenly her feet went weak and she fell backwards. Her face became even paler, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

Chapter 754 Reporting

"Be good, you rest here." The father held his daughter and let her lean against the tree trunk. He quickly took off his only coat and carefully spread it on the snow, "Dad will pick it."

Watching his father clumsily climbing up the tree, Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

She could see that her father's hands were rubbed by the rough bark and blood had stained the bark red, but her father seemed not to feel the pain and was concentrating on picking each pine cone.

The colors of blood and snow were particularly dazzling in the twilight, but there was a glimmer of hope in my father's eyes.

He knew that these hard-earned pine cones could not only solve the urgent problem, but also meant the awakening of his daughter's superpowers and the future of their family.

As the dusk deepened, the snow in the pine forest fell heavier.

The cold wind howled, carrying snowflakes swirling in the air.

Xiaoyu huddled in her father's coat, looking up at the busy figure in the tree.

"Dad, be careful..." Her voice was filled with worry. Her father's movements had obviously become slower and his breathing became heavier.

His hair and clothes were covered with white frost, which sparkled in the faint light of the sky.

Finally, when the last ray of sunlight disappeared in the sky, my father climbed down from the tree. "That's enough," he sat on the ground panting with a tired but satisfied smile on his face, "If you don't go back, your mother will be worried."

Xiaoyu hurried over, and when she saw her father's hand, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

The rough big hands were covered with blisters, some of which had already burst, and the oozing blood mixed with bark fragments.

Her father, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He gently touched her hair with his blood-stained hand and said, "Don't cry. These pine nuts will be enough for us to eat for several days."