Chapter 68: The Train Conductor’s Burden
Carriage 3 had completely turned into a slaughterhouse.
Large sheets of white snake skin were hung on the walls, with a layer of pale flesh and blood attached, looking crystal clear and fresh, as if just peeled off, without any dryness.
The new doctor was assisting Wan Xing, his complexion pale, his technique clumsy.
There wasn’t much snake meat left, probably consumed over the past two days. After all, there were over a thousand people on the train, and they were eating the train conductor’s, so no one would hold back.
Passing through Carriage 3 and the dining car, they arrived at Su Huan’s room doorway.
At this moment, Yu Jing was directing three people to move things inside.
They were all some electronic products, including mobile phones, tablets, notebooks, and all sorts of miscellaneous items.
“What are you doing? Why are you moving this junk into my room?”
Su Huan asked puzzledly.
Yu Jing looked up, said indifferently, “Just now when they were rummaging through the miscellaneous items, I found there are a lot of power banks on the train, as well as various batteries. If you’re idle, you can charge all these batteries.”
“You’re even assigning me work now?”
Su Huan crossed his arms, glanced at the batteries of various sizes, his tone dissatisfied.
Looking at the train conductor with an expression like ‘if you don’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll make things hard for you.’
Yu Jing was somewhat helpless, softening her tone a bit, “A lot of places need electricity when work starts. You can’t run around everywhere either, and it’s inconvenient for other carriages to use electricity, which delays progress, so we can only trouble the train conductor to lend a hand.”
The matter was like that, the situation was like that.
But Su Huan was very unhappy.
I, the majestic train conductor, what do you mean ‘idle with nothing to do’?
The lives and fortunes of over a thousand people on the entire train, their food and clothing all rest on my shoulders, and you treat me like a power bank?
“Although what you say makes a lot of sense.” Su Huan’s mouth curved up extremely maliciously, “But I’m not doing it!”
……
“Didi… Didi…”
Su Huan looked up at the small electronic watch that was beeping.
The time had reached exactly seven o’clock in the evening.
He set aside the fully charged power bank in his hand, then continued groping in the dark into the box. This time he didn’t grab any large items, but a handful of scattered AA batteries.
“Hm?”
“Damn AA batteries too? You want me to charge them! Damn it!”
He flung the batteries in his hand into the box on the other side. Of course, the furious train conductor didn’t forget to fully charge them all before throwing them.
The reason he’d been busy for so long wasn’t because he lacked energy in his body, but because these batteries allowed such low input voltage that he had to control it to avoid inputting too much energy and burning them out.
Now his main skill “General Energy Conversion” had upgraded to lv3, with a conversion efficiency of 30%. The total energy of these batteries wasn’t even as much as what he had stored.
However, more energy also meant slower recovery. Before at level one, he could recover by sitting and resting for a bit, but now if he released all his body’s energy at once, it would take at least three days to recover.
To speed this up, he could only devour general energy crystals.
He had one tier 2 in hand right now.
Couldn’t touch it for the time being.
This was a strategic-level resource. Tier 2 mutated beasts and zombies weren’t that easy to kill. Unless they crashed into the front of the speeding train, Su Huan had no way to deal with them.
While thinking about how to use a reasonable excuse to grind Yu Jing a bit, he fully charged and properly placed the remaining batteries.
Su Huan washed the dust off his hands and left the carriage.
The dining car was brightly lit. Behind the cabinet, Yu Yue was bustling about. On the induction cooker was an iron pot, from which a faint spicy aroma wafted.
Yu Yue wiped her hands, looked up at Su Huan, and said gently, “I was just about to go call you. Lu Xiao and the others are back.”
“Oh?”
Su Huan raised an eyebrow.
He walked straight toward the rear carriage.
In Carriage 10, he saw Xiao Ba who was busy working. Under Yu Jing’s command, he was shaping a metal door, dividing the front and back of Carriage 10.
“They just got back, and a few are badly injured.”
Yu Jing said.
Su Huan didn’t even look at her as he passed by, only greeting Xiao Ba.
Qi Xiao Ba looked puzzledly at the subtle atmosphere between the two, quietly asking, “Sister Yu Jing, did you make Su angry?”
Yu Jing touched her nose and sighed, “Sort of.”
Xiao Ba busily shaped the metal in his hand flat and round, saying seriously, “Then find a time to properly apologize to Su. He’s just cold on the outside but warm on the inside; he’ll definitely forgive you.”
‘Cold on the outside but warm on the inside?’
Yu Jing’s mouth twitched. Did this child Xiao Ba have some misunderstanding about their train conductor?
If apologies were useful, she would’ve slid on her knees long ago.
Even if she threw herself onto Su Huan’s bed tonight, he’d humiliate her thoroughly and then kick her off.
For this man, the pleasure from an apology was far less than from revenge…
Wait, throw herself onto the bed?
A glint of contemplation appeared in Yu Jing’s phoenix eyes. If she proactively went over and let him humiliate her once, would she not have to live in trepidation waiting for revenge?
……
In Carriage 15, the lights were bright. The newly promoted divine doctor Lin Xia was frantically trying to save patients.
He was half-kneeling there, the hemostat slipping from his fingertips. Sweat condensed inside the rubber gloves. The gauze roll was just unrolled when it was soaked in blood, dark red spreading across the floor.
Bean-sized sweat beads rolled down his forehead, not sure if from fear or heat.
He knew the day his cover would be blown would come soon, but he didn’t expect it so soon.
He’d just started his shift at noon—did that mean he’d be dragged out and shot tonight?
Lin Xia’s mind raced chaotically as he used the vague knowledge he’d half-heard while sleeping in class to help stop the bleeding and bandage the man in front of him.
To his left lay another man with a broken arm, his right arm dangling in an unnatural, reverse-joint pose.
“Doctor, save me, I’m dying…”
Someone in front kept begging nonstop.
The wails of over a dozen wounded rose and fell, but it actually cleared his chaotic brain a bit more.
He quickly bandaged them in order of injury severity.
Lu Xiao stood by with a grim face, occasionally glancing at the man ahead holding a gun vigilantly aimed at him. They were two of the three brothers; since they looked a bit alike, he couldn’t tell who was who.
His thick-soled military boots tapped the ground repeatedly, revealing his irritable mood.
“Has the train conductor come yet? I’ve already brought him the things.”
Old Da’s eyes bulged. “What are you rushing for! The train conductor has a million things to do; he doesn’t come just because you say so?”
Old Er didn’t make a sound, just silently raised the muzzle of his submachine gun two inches higher.
Lu Xiao huffed in anger.
The entire train was just one straight line; could it really take him half an hour to walk from the front of the train to Carriage 15?
But he rationally shut his mouth. The one who left earlier could still talk a bit; these two were pure idiots with brains like mush.
“Looks like you brought back what I wanted.” A faint voice came from the corridor.
