The night the apocalypse began, Li Hao died while delivering medicine.
He was just one street away from Jiangcheng Children’s Hospital.
The last thing he saw before he died was an order notification on his phone:
[Order overdue. Recipient deceased.]
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing inside a pitch-black delivery station.
His phone screen lit up.
[Delivery courier Li Hao has been detected as deceased.]
[Death Express System activated.]
[Complete orders to receive temporary life.]
[Complete main orders in succession to truly come back to life.]
From that day on, Li Hao became the only delivery courier in the apocalypse who still had to make deliveries after dying.
He delivered fever medicine to save children burning up with fever.
He delivered plasma to save emergency patients.
He delivered diesel to bring the hospital lights back on.
He delivered children and injured patients.
He delivered diesel to bring the hospital lights back on.
He carried children through hordes of corpses to escape alive.
People asked him, “What exactly are you delivering?”
Li Hao looked at the countdown on his life, which kept dropping toward zero, and smiled.
“I’m not delivering food.”
“I’m delivering lives.”
“And my own life, too.”
