POV: Xu Zhenlan
Xu Zhenlan watched the situation inside his home reset itself.
The immediate crisis was over. Wei Lingyun was inside. The door was barricaded. The zombies were on the other side of reinforced wood and furniture that would hold—for now.
But the larger reality was just beginning to settle in.
Jian Yuche moved toward Wei Lingyun with the kind of efficiency that came from training and repetition. His hands went to Lingyun's jacket first, pulling it open to check for tears in the fabric underneath. Then his arms, turning them over to examine both sides. His torso, his legs, his neck—every exposed surface checked with movements that were practiced and thorough.
Wei Lingyun stood still and let him work, his breathing still heavy from the run, his face pale with exhaustion and adrenaline wearing off in waves.
"Any pain?" Jian Yuche asked, his voice flat.
"No."
"Dizziness? Nausea?"
"No."
