Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse

70: Chapter 58: Earthquake 70: Chapter 58: Earthquake Fortunately, they discovered it in time.

After the doctor’s examination at the hospital, Gao Siyang was not in any serious danger.

The doctor didn’t prescribe any new medication, but instructed him to consolidate the treatment with the current medication, and that was pretty much it.

Now, with medication shortages in the hospital, most of a doctor’s role is just to confirm the diagnosis.

Much of the recovery depends on the patient’s perseverance.

Gao Zhi and Liu Sisi took their child and went to the hospital, while Song Zhao saw there was nothing she needed to help with, so she returned home to rest.

When climbing into bed, Gu Yanzhi was sleeping soundly.

Feeling the familiar presence, Gu Yanzhi skillfully found a comfortable position in Song Zhao’s embrace and snuggled closer to continue sleeping.

On the first day of his “vacation” for reflection, Gu Yanlin slept until he woke up naturally and spent an hour finishing his self-criticism letter.

“I’m truly a genius,” he bragged, blowing on the thin two sheets of paper, thinking shamelessly to himself.

After wallowing in self-admiration for a while, Gu Yanlin realized his organs were protesting, so he put down the letter, left the study, and yelled, “Sis, I’m hungry.

Let’s have barbecue for dinner tonight!”

“Sure, let me see what we need,” Gu Yanzhi readily agreed, as Gu Yanlin’s suggestion was exactly what she had in mind.

Since the apocalypse, they had frequent hotpot meals at home, but barbecue was a novelty.

Once Gu Yanlin mentioned it, Gu Yanzhi found herself almost drooling at the thought.

Unfortunately, the barbecue meal was not to be.

While the three of them were excitedly setting up the barbecue tools on the balcony, the entire building suddenly shook, followed by violent trembling.

Gu Yanzhi hadn’t even had time to be shocked when she was quickly dragged outside by the fast-reacting Song Zhao and Gu Yanlin.

As they sprinted past the door, they didn’t forget to grab their coats, hats, and masks hanging on the wall and kept running downstairs.

As she ran, Gu Yanzhi’s thoughts drifted.

Was there an earthquake in City C in her previous life?

She didn’t have that memory.

She was still in City C until the outbreak of extreme heat and never heard of an earthquake there.

Gu Yanlin and Song Zhao couldn’t afford to notify their neighbors one by one, only managing to shout, “Earthquake, run!” as they hurried downstairs.

“Earthquake, run!”

They had just reached the 15th floor when Gu Yanlin seemed to remember something and let go of Gu Yanzhi’s arm that he was tightly clutching, running back upstairs.

“Yan Lin!” Gu Yanzhi called out anxiously.

“Sis, brother-in-law, you go first.

I’m going to help out,” Gu Yanlin’s voice, along with his retreating figure, disappeared from Gu Yanzhi’s view.

As a sister and brother-in-law, they couldn’t be a drag when their brother was out doing good deeds.

Their hands, already tightly clasped, squeezed each other’s more firmly, as if giving each other courage and reassuring one another.

Then they let go of each other’s hands and began to act separately.

Song Zhao told Gu Yanzhi to notify the people downstairs first.

With no time to argue, Gu Yanzhi hurriedly continued running down the stairs.

The building swayed so violently it was hard for anyone to keep their footing.

Gu Yanzhi stumbled downstairs.

Uncle Zhuang and Uncle Zhang from the 14th floor responded quickly, already out of their apartments and helping each other’s families run down the stairs.

Seeing Gu Yanzhi being knocked around, Zhang Qian let go of her parents and caught Gu Yanzhi, the two supporting each other as they followed Uncle Zhang downstairs.

Six people burst out from Building 10 and stood on the icy ground outside, staring at the shaking building with Gu Yanzhi’s heart in her throat.

Inside, Song Zhao didn’t bother knocking and kicked down Sister Li’s door on the 15th floor.

Sister Li was helping her father, walking unsteadily toward the doorway.

Seeing Song Zhao, Sister Li’s eyes lit up.

Before Sister Li could speak, Song Zhao swiftly picked up Grandpa Li and ran out.

Fortunately, Zhong Junfeng and Yin Meng from next door had already rushed out and were running downstairs, so Song Zhao didn’t have to waste time calling out to them again.

On the 16th floor, Gu Yanlin helped carry the two children while two men each shouldered their own mothers.

Liu Sisi, following close behind, also ran out.

Seeing Song Zhao and Gu Yanlin’s figures appearing one after the other in front of her, Gu Yanzhi felt her tense heart finally relax and hurried forward to greet them.

Gu Yanlin, holding two children, was the last person to rush out of the building.

The moment he rushed out, the shaking became even more severe.

“Run, the building is collapsing!” someone shouted.

“Zhizhi, run fast!”

“Sister!”

Indeed, the building collapsed, not building number 10, but the adjacent building 9.

However, it collapsed in the direction of building 10, falling diagonally forward.

Most of building 9’s structure embedded into building 10, while a smaller part fell onto the open space in front, striking Gu Yanzhi directly.

Gu Yanzhi had just taken two steps forward to meet her husband and brother when she felt a shadow overhead, with broken bricks and concrete smashing down onto her.

Instinctively wanting to run away, she had just taken two steps when she felt a sharp pain in her leg, and then knew nothing more.

When Gu Yanzhi woke up, she found herself lying in a tent, with a warming brazier placed beside her.

She tried to move, feeling pain calling out from every part of her body, especially her legs, which throbbed with an excruciating pain, making Gu Yanzhi cry out involuntarily.

“Zhizhi, you’re awake.

Have some water first,” Song Zhao said upon hearing Gu Yanzhi’s voice.

He stopped his cooking, picked up the water that had been warming over the brazier, gently propped Gu Yanzhi up, and gave her a sip.

“What happened to me?” Gu Yanzhi’s voice was hoarse as she spoke.

She licked her lips and took two more sips of water with Song Zhao’s help before her throat eased.

“You were hit by falling debris, and your leg is quite injured.

You need to rest for a while,” Song Zhao softly explained.

“Do you feel any discomfort now?

Does your leg hurt?” After seeing Gu Yanzhi drink the water, Song Zhao placed a blanket behind her so she could lean against it and asked gently.

“It hurts, Zhaozhao, it hurts so much.

I’m not crippled, am I?” Gu Yanzhi’s voice was pitiful, heartbreakingly so for Song Zhao.

“What are you saying?

Of course not.

The doctor said your bones and nerves are fine; it’s just superficial wounds.

You’ll recover after some rest.”

“If it hurts, you can take some painkillers after we eat.”

Hearing this, Gu Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Not being crippled was a relief.

As she relaxed, she felt her stomach empty from not having eaten for a long time.

“When’s dinner?”

“Very soon.”

“How many days have I slept?”

“Just one day.”

“And Yan Lin?”

“He’s out on a rescue mission, but he’ll be back tonight.”

“You two are okay, right?

No injuries?”

“We’re fine.

Both of us are jumping around.”

“And everyone else?”

“Everyone else is okay too.

You were the only unlucky one struck by a flying brick.”