C393 A Tragic Death

Half an hour later...

Han Feng, stretched out on the operating table, had received so many transfusions that he'd lost count of the blood bags.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes, the clarity within them signaling a significant recovery of his strength.

Gazing at the stark white ceiling, Han Feng reached out mentally to Luna, "Luna, where are the zombies now?"

"Captain Han