Chapter 137: Southern Region · Sharp
After waiting for two days, everyone regained some vitality, and Yang Xi bid farewell.
The person in charge of this small base is a middle-aged man named Zheng Yuan, who has a bald head with only a few strands of hair. He humorously curled it into a small tuft of curly hair, looking like a fluffy squirrel tail. He jumps around when he speaks, which is very funny.
He held a cigarette in his hand and was exhaling smoke. When he heard that Yang Xi was leaving, he was not willing to let anyone go. He exclaimed exaggeratedly, "How can that be? Dr. Yang is an angel of the end times, and we are all pointing at you to save our lives
But we don't have gold, "said Yang's father.
The other party waved their hands casually and said affectionately, "You're talking about gold. You're hitting me in the face
Yang Xi doesn't want to be dragged into this small place, so he said, 'We have important things to do before entering the base, so we won't disturb you.'
Zheng Yuan's chubby face trembled slightly, he extinguished his cigarette, gathered his hands, and put on a "I'm good for you" expression. He said, "You don't know about the situation in the base outside. Things are so expensive, and so many people are crowded in a small house the size of a toilet. It's hard to catch a breath. If you want to live a better life, you have to work hard to make ends meet. You can't even eat enough or wear warm clothes like this
His words did not scare Yang Xi, nor were they moved by Zheng Yuan's false enthusiasm and sweet words.
He has a doctoral degree in medicine and his parents are experienced doctors, holding respected roles wherever he goes. Only the big base can unleash his expertise and fulfill his dream of reviving Xiao Wanrou. In this mysterious new apocalypse, he believes that anything is possible.