Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 145 Severe disease
The number of people suffering from skin ulcers continues to rise.

Temporary residents don't have many contribution points, and they usually just tough it out when they feel unwell, but being bitten by a mutated rove beetle can be fatal.

If left unchecked, the situation will become even more difficult to control once zombies appear in the base at night.

That's how those temporary shelters fell, and in some places, in less than a night, one zombie turned into a zombie-infested place.

The moment the supply trucks entered, it was like entering hell mode.

The fact that the Los Angeles base has been able to hold out until now means it has experience in dealing with this situation.

Each district has a treatment center for centralized diagnosis and treatment, with a primary focus on monitoring people with severe symptoms.

However, medical staff were limited, and even those who had only half-learned the skills couldn't cope. The treatment point at the temporary accommodation didn't even have enough medicine. People gathered there, and the sounds of pain, pleas for help, and children crying created a particularly chaotic scene in the twilight.

We need to intensify patrols at night and make sure the lights outside are on, especially at the treatment center and clinic.

The light will continuously attract insects.

Cheng Yan is still at the clinic and hasn't returned.

Zhuang Ting and Dai Jie were also on duty near the clinic. After all, the clinic in the central area was not far from the apartments and villas, and no one could escape unscathed if something happened.

Five people have died from shock so far.

Since Jiang Shi'an first noticed the mutated insects at the base, he has spent most of his time in the laboratory or various treatment points. He had just returned to rest for a while when he had to go out again.

“The skin ulcers spread very quickly after being bitten by the mutated rove beetle. Previous treatments have not been very effective, and the weather makes it easy to get infected.”

"A mutant moth was also found at the base. It is completely black, and its wings are iridescent black when exposed to light. It has not been observed to actively attack humans, but the keratinous scales on its wings are poisonous, so it is best to avoid contact with it."

He came back to remind Song Jinhe.

"Are you going to the treatment center now?" Song Jinhe asked.

Jiang Shi'an nodded, "Yes, go check on those critically ill patients."

"Let's go with you; we might be able to help if anything happens."

Both she and Zhang Yi had studied basic trauma care, but Qi Sixing's eyesight was better at night.

There's no need to leave someone behind to guard the house here.

"Okay, take precautions."

The residential area was already dark even before the power outage was scheduled to begin. Everyone knows that lights attract mutated insects that can get into any place, so they try to keep the lights off whenever possible.

They first went to the treatment center next to the factory dormitory, accompanied by two professors and assistants from the laboratory, as well as Gu Huai and Liao Zi'an.

This treatment center is close to the temporary accommodations, so patients from there were also arranged to stay here.

Before even entering, she could smell an unpleasant odor, indicating that the situation here was even more serious than Song Jinhe had imagined.

Some people have entire areas of skin on their arms that are ulcerated and oozing pus; in severe cases, the skin has become completely necrotic.

The treatment center usually has enough space, but now that so many patients have arrived, there's almost no room to walk through.

Two young men in white coats were frantically busy in the crowd.

"Why haven't you treated us after all this time? What do you mean by this? Are you just going to watch these people die? Can't you hear my son crying out in pain?"

"You haven't given me any medication for so long. When I came here, the ulcer was only the size of a coin. Now look at my face!"

"It's not that I don't want to treat you, but the medicine allocated to the treatment center is really gone." The girl, wearing a mask and a white coat, explained anxiously, "We are trying to find a way."

"Let me tell you, my family has only had one son for three generations. If anything happens to my son, I'll never forgive you!" The loudest man didn't believe there was no medicine. Seeing the guards go to the makeshift ward on the left that suddenly started making noise, he pushed aside the girl in the white coat and tried to rush into the pharmacy.

The sound of a pistol being cocked came from behind.

Feeling the gun barrel pressed against the back of his head, the man immediately calmed down.

"Anyone causing trouble in a state of emergency can be shot dead on sight," Gu Huai said coldly, holding a gun in one hand. "Have you forgotten that rule?"

"I'm so sorry, I was in such a hurry," the man said in a panic. "I won't do it again."

The person who dared to push the medical staff into the pharmacy was probably thinking that since the medical staff was a girl, she would be easier to bully. Now that a real guy was pointing at the back of his head, his legs were trembling, and he didn't dare to take another step inside.

Gu Huai lowered his hand. If he hadn't heard that the man had a child, he wouldn't have given him a chance at all.

"Is he a temporary resident?"

Liao Zian nodded, "Yes, we still need half a month to get a formal resident quota."

"Add two more months for the assessment period."

Gu Huai ignored the man's wide eyes and spared his life. Punishment was necessary, otherwise anyone would dare to cause trouble in the future.

Zhang Yi went over and helped the girl in the white coat up, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, thank you."

The man's child was in the hallway outside.

When Jiang Shi'an and his group went to check, the boy's mother was sitting beside them, wiping away tears, and looking at the older girl like she was an enemy.

"It's all your fault for not taking good care of your brother! He's suffered so much because of you. He's our family's future!"

"Doctor, please, please save my son."

Upon seeing that the doctor was from the central district, the boy's father forgot all about the two-month probation period he had been waiting for. He pushed his daughter aside and stood to the side, nervously watching the boy on the hospital bed.

The boy's mother and the girl, Song Jinhe, had met before.

"Even in the apocalypse, there's still a three-generation single-lineage inheritance?" Qi Sixing was speechless. "Is there a zombie in the family to inherit?"

"Perhaps it's because they haven't adapted to the outside environment and their physical condition can't keep up."

The boy's parents turned pale.

Qi Sixing wasn't just making things up; most of the critically ill patients are people with relatively weaker constitutions.

Song Jinhe squatted down, looked at the girl with her head down and tears in her eyes, and looked at the girl with hands that were rougher than an adult's. She said softly, "You can also not care about people who don't care about you."

The girl raised her head, glanced at her timidly, and after a long while, until Song Jinhe left, she slowly nodded.

The boy's condition is very serious; he has been infected and has a fever, and he must be isolated and monitored along with other critically ill patients.

During the transfer, suddenly, a terrified scream was heard.

"what!!!!"

"There are zombies!"

It's on the left side. There are too many people, and the medical staff are limited, so there are times when they can't take care of everyone. Some people suddenly go into shock and die, and it takes less than a minute for them to turn into corpses.

When Song Jinhe and the others arrived, people were all trying to escape. Those whose skin was ulcerated on their legs and couldn't run were caught by the zombies behind them.

It was too late to save him. Liao Zian reached forward, and the dagger in his hand flew out, drawing a cold light in the air. The zombie and the patient bitten by the zombie fell to the ground almost at the same time.